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| "Maria Bicknell" by John Constable |
In one note, Maria wrote John: 'What can we do?... We must be wise and leave off a correspondence that is not calculated to make us think less of each other. We have many painful trials required of us in this life, and we must learn to bear them with resignation. You will still be my friend, and I will be yours...'
It was scarcely to be expected that the injunctions of Miss Bicknell, to write no more to her, should be obeyed by Constable, and a regular interchange of letters soon took place between them - for years. He related to her:
'How much real delight have I had with the study of landscape this summer. Either I am myself improved in the art of seeing nature, which Sir Joshua calls painting, or nature has unveiled her beauties to me less fastidiously. Perhaps there is something of both, so we will divide the compliment. But I am writing this nonsense with a sad heart, when I think what would be my happiness could I have this enjoyment with you. Then indeed would my mind be calm to contemplate the endless beauties of this happy country.'
After five years of faithful correspondence, she had arrived at the age of twenty-nine; a time of life at which, patient as she was, she felt entitled to determine for herself a matter which so entirely affected her own happiness. And so they were married on the 2nd of October, 1816, at St. Martin's Church. Mr. Bicknell did not long withhold his forgiveness from his daughter, and now that he allowed himself opportunities of knowing Constable, he became extremely fond of him. Dr. Rhudde was not so soon reconciled to the marriage, but at his death he left his grand-daughter a legacy, she probably little expected, of 4,000 pounds."
To be continued
(Excerpts from "Life and Letters of John Constable, R.A." by Charles Robert Leslie.)
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