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  • Original Short Story: “Lady Susanne of Frawling Manor”

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    Lady Susanne of Frawling Manor

    Lady Susanne took her tea after Oliver had swept off the veranda.  While sitting in her favorite old Victorian chair, sipping delicately from her favorite old Victorian tea cup . . .

    The Outset

    Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.”  —Paramahansa Yogananda

    Oliver stood by the zinnias holding an umbrella, hoping the rain did not begin before he had completed his pruning off all browned blooms.  Mrs. Bronsly stepped out of the house, spied Oliver and went back inside to fetch a broom. 

    “Oliver, here, sweep off the veranda!  Lady Susanne will be taking her tea out there momentarily,” barked Mrs. Bronsly.

    “I thought Callie had already broomed off the veranda and the kitchen pantries as well,” retorted Oliver.

    “No, she has not!  Now skip to it.  Time is getting short!” Mrs. Bronsly, the head house matron, was never shy in shouting orders to her whopping team of three:  Oliver, butler and footman, Callie, kitchen maid, and Mrs. Donwell, lady’s maid to Lady Susanne.

    On a Shoestring

    The little household was held together on a shoestring.  But Lady Susanne, last living member of the Frawling earldom, was determined to finish out her days as her ancestors has done.  

    When offered three times more than what her 1500 measly acres were worth, she literally spit and cried, “I’ll never sell my inheritance for a pittance.”  Thus, she pushed on with a pension that somehow still managed to support her acreage and small house staff, if only barely.

    After being ceremoniously dressed in her finest tea frock by Mrs. Donwell, Lady Susanne took her tea after Oliver had swept off the veranda. 

    While sitting in her favorite old Victorian chair, sipping delicately from her favorite old Victorian tea cup, she spied off into the distance a motorcar crossing the bridge onto her estate.  

    Startled at first, she searched her memory:  “Was I expecting guests today?  I do not seem to recall arranging for visitors on this fine afternoon.  Who, on earth, could that be? Likely another relative!  Ha, relative, indeed!”

    Mrs. Bronsly also had seen the motorcar and immediately called for Oliver.  It had been foreordained that Oliver would greet any visitor to the estate. 

    Being the only man on the premises, the other women deemed it right that Oliver should be the first to inspect whoever might be accosting the serenity of Frawling Manor.

    Oliver in Charge

    Oliver stepped out of the front door and approached the vehicle.  Out from the vehicle alighted a very young woman, and it appeared that no one else was accompanying her.

    “Hello there!” said the young woman.  “You must be the butler.  I’m Estelle Frawling, and I’ve come for a visit with my Aunt Susanne.”

    “Oh, really?  I was not aware that anyone had arranged a visit with Lady Susanne for today,” replied Oliver.

    “Well, I didn’t arrange anything.  I’m here from America, and I did an ancestry search and discovered that I am related to the Frawlings of Devonshire.  That’s this place, right?’

    “Yes, ma’am, this is Frawling Manor of Devonshire, but . . . ” replied Oliver.

    “Oh, I’m so sorry if I’ve made a faux pas,” said Estelle.  “I don’t know anything about the ways of the British, and I was just flabbergasted to learn I was related to them.  But, dude, here I am, warts and all.  And I’d really like to see my aunt.  Can you take me to her?”

    “I’ll see what I can do, Miss!  Please wait here!”  As usual, Oliver went into a lather about this development.

    So he sped off to find out what happens next. He had encountered such inquiries before, and they all seemed to end similarly—with a call to the local magistrate.

    Only Lady Susanne could get to the bottom of things, and Oliver suspected she would do so again with dispatch.

    “Mrs. Bronsly, there is a young lady outside who claims that she is Lady Susanne’s cousin or something.  What am I to do with her?” a flustered Oliver sputtered.

    The Usual Relative from America

    “A relative of Lady Susanne?  Oh, well, let her in.  We’ll see how this goes.  As usual, I suppose,”  responded Mrs. Bronsly.

    “Yes, ma’am, right away, ma’am!” said Oliver, speeding off the fetch the new arrival.

    Oliver bounded outside to fetch Estelle, only to find her picking daisies from the front garden.  He was unsure how to approach, but he decided to let drop the impropriety of such a move.

    “Miss Estelle, please do come inside,” said Oliver.

    “Thank you!  Thank you so much!”  responded Estelle.

    Once inside, Mrs. Bronsly welcomed Estelle and asked her to wait in the library while she went to inform Lady Susanne of the guest’s arrival. 

    Estelle entered the library, which was very small, she thought, having been influenced by the libraries she had seen in British films and the TV series Downton Abbey.

    Interestingly Eclectic Library

    Nevertheless, the library was interestingly eclectic, with titles such as Jiggery-Jee’s Eden Valley Stories and Turtle Woman and Other Poems, both American independently published tomes, standing along side such classics as Autobiography of a Yogi, the Complete Works of William Shakespeare, and Sonnets from the Portuguese.

    Estelle had never read such works, but she knew of some American published works and recognized that paperbacks were an oddity in these British libraries.

    “My dear, may I welcome you to Frawling Estate Manor,” Lady Susanne announced, making her grand entrance into the library.

    “Oh, hello, Aunt Susanne, I am Estelle Frawling,”  said Estelle.  “It is so good to meet you.  I’ve come from America.  I’ve been researching my ancestry which has led me to you.  I do hope I am not intruding.”

    Tea and Biscuits for the Guest

    “Sit, sit with me a spell, and we shall see how intrusive you have been,”  said Lady Susanne, who rang for Mrs. Bronsly and requested  Callie prepare tea and biscuits for the guest.

    “So, now tell me all about it.  Why you believe us be related?” Lady Susanne cut to the quick.

    “Well, I did a search on my ancestry and that’s what I found.  My mother’s father’s brother had twelve children.  One of those children is you.  That makes you my aunt—actually grandaunt.”

    “Oh, I see.  But there we have slight problem. I have only one sibling, who died in infancy.  I am not one of thirteen.  How would you explain that?” queried Lady Susanne.

    “Easily!  My father’s brother had a number of illegitimate children.  You are the only one who is legitimate.  That’s why you don’t know about the others, but an ancestry search will reveal all that,” returned Estelle.

    “The only difficulty with that is that my father also was an only child.  He had no brother!”  responded Lady Susanne.

    Illegitimacy Galore

    “Again, your father was the only legitimate child of his father.  The brother was illegitimate, that is legally.  I’m not interested in legal shit, I’m interested only in blood!  You are my blood.  Don’t you see that?”  responded Estelle.

    “What I see before me, young lady, is what the Americans call a ‘gold digger’.  You think you can come in here and convince me of a relationship that does not exist in order to acquire some of what you think you might inherit.  Miss Estelle Frawling, if that is your name, I entertain guests like you in abundance.  And I have yet to find one who is even minimally credible.  I know my own ancestry like the back of my hand.  We British estate owners learned very early on the necessity of such knowledge.”

    “But surely you can see that we could be related?” offered Estelle.

    “Sorry, Miss Estelle, I have my entire family tree on file at the Records Office in Devonshire. And that is the only legal, official record for purposes of inheritance.  If you’d care to travel there to inspect it, I’d be happy to accompany you,” responded Lady Susanne.

    “Oh, I see!  Well, I wonder if I can get my money back from the ancestry research company!”  said Estelle, stabbing at one last chance.

    “That you will have to find out for yourself, Miss Estelle,”  said Lady Susanne.

    The tea and biscuits arrived as Estelle Frawling was departing.  Mrs. Bronsly was not surprised; she inquired, “Another grifter?”

    “Yes.  This time we were all descended from illegitimacy.  Americans seem to love illegitimacy nowadays.  It’s the new missing at sea or war.  What will they think of next?”  said Lady Susanne.

    Lady Susanne continued to receive such guests, claiming relationship with her.  She decided that Americans, Albanians, the French, the Italian, and even the Zimbabweans would continue to try to feed off the British Empire, though that Empire had long ceased to exist.

    Lady Susanne did finally sell her estate and to an American, who planned to build a Disney World.  Her life closed with her still wondering what a Disney World was, never condescending to visit one—or even ask about it.

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  • Gerard Manley Hopkins

    Gerard Manley Hopkins – National Portrait Gallery, London

    Life Sketch of Gerard Manley Hopkins

    Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889) was a poet of exceptional originality, with an innovative approach to language.  He remains one of English literature’s most enigmatic figures—a poet-priest whose work combines Victorian sensibilities with modernist experimentation.

    Introduction: Early Life and Family Background

    Though Gerard Manley Hopkins work was largely unpublished during his lifetime, the poet is now celebrated as one of the most significant poets of the Victorian era and a precursor to modernist poetry. 

    His life was marked by a profound tension between his religious vocation as a Jesuit priest and his artistic calling as a poet, a tension that shaped both his personal struggles and his creative achievements.

    Gerard Manley Hopkins was born on July 28, 1844, in Stratford, Essex (now part of Greater London), into a middle-class family with strong artistic and religious inclinations. He was the oldest of nine children born to Manley Hopkins and Catherine Smith Hopkins. 

    His father was a successful marine insurance adjuster, who also wrote poetry and published works such as A Philosopher’s Stone and Other Poems (1843) [1]. His mother Catherine was deeply religious and musically gifted, fostering an environment where intellectual and artistic pursuits were encouraged [2].

    The Hopkins household emphasized education and creativity. Gerard’s siblings also displayed artistic talents: his brother Arthur became an illustrator for Punch magazine, while another brother Everard pursued his calling to architecture [3]. The family’s Anglican faith played a central role in their lives; Gerard’s early exposure to religious devotion would later profoundly influence his poetry.

    Gerard Manley Hopkins – National Portrait Gallery, London

    Education at Highgate School

    In 1854, at the age of ten, Hopkins began attending Highgate School in London, where he excelled academically and demonstrated his early poetic talent. His school years were marked by a deep engagement with Romantic poetry, particularly the works of John Keats and Percy Bysshe Shelley. Keats’s lush imagery and musicality left a lasting impression on the young poet, as can be seem in some of his earliest compositions.

    While at Highgate, Hopkins also developed an interest in drawing and painting. He considered pursuing art as a career before ultimately deciding to focus on literature. While his early poems from this period reflect the Romantic tradition, they also hint at the originality that would later define his mature work [4].

    The Oxford Years: Intellectual Growth and Conversion

    In 1863, Hopkins entered Balliol College, Oxford, where he studied the Classics. Oxford in the mid-19th century was a hub of intellectual ferment, particularly regarding questions of faith and theology. 

    The Oxford Movement, led by figures such as John Henry Newman, sought to revive Catholic elements within Anglicanism [5]. This movement profoundly influenced Hopkins during his time at the university.

    At Balliol, Hopkins excelled academically and formed lasting friendships with notable contemporaries such as Robert Bridges (later Poet Laureate of England). Bridges would play a crucial role in preserving and publishing Hopkins’s poetry after his death. During this period, Hopkins continued writing poetry but also began engaging with questions of faith that would lead to a dramatic transformation of his life

    In 1866, under the influence of Newman’s writings and teachings, Hopkins converted to Roman Catholicism. This decision caused significant tension in his family, all of whom were devout Anglicans. However, for Hopkins, the conversion represented a profound spiritual awakening that would shape both his personal life and his artistic vision.

    Gerard Manley Hopkins – National Portrait Gallery, London

    Religious Vocation: Joining the Jesuit Order

    After graduating from Oxford with first-class honors in the Classics in 1867, Hopkins decided to pursue a religious vocation In 1868, he joined the Society of Jesus (the Jesuits), beginning his novitiate at Manresa House in Roehampton. As part of his training, he took vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience.

    Hopkins believed that his religious commitment required him to renounce personal ambition, including his aspirations as a poet. In an act of self-denial characteristic of his Jesuit discipline [3], he burned many of his early poems upon entering the order. For several years, he refrained from writing any poetry at all.

    During this pause from creative writing, Hopkins’s religious studies deepened his understanding of theology and philosophy. He studied at Stonyhurst College in Lancashire before moving to St. Beuno’s College in North Wales to study theology [6]. It was during this period that he began to reconcile his poetic gift with his spiritual calling.

    The Wreck of the Deutschland: A Return to Poetry

    In 1875, an event occurred that reignited Hopkins’ poetic creativity: the wreck of the German ship Deutschland off the coast of England. Among those who perished were five Franciscan nuns fleeing anti-Catholic persecution in Germany [1]. Deeply moved by their sacrifice and martyrdom, Hopkins composed The Wreck of the Deutschland, a long narrative poem that marked his return to writing.

    The poem is notable for its novel experimentation with language and form. It introduced what Hopkins called “sprung rhythm,” a metrical system based on stressed syllables rather than traditional foot-based metrics. Sprung rhythm allowed him greater flexibility in capturing natural speech patterns while maintaining musicality.

    Although The Wreck of the Deutschland was not published during Hopkins’s lifetime (it was deemed too unconventional), it signaled the beginning of his mature poetic phase. Over the next decade, he would compose some of his most celebrated and later anthologized works.

    Major Themes and Innovations

    Hopkins’s poetry is characterized by its vivid imagery, innovative use of language, and deep spiritual resonance. Central themes include the following:

    Nature

    Hopkins viewed nature as a manifestation of God’s glory—a concept he expressed through what he called “inscape,” or the unique essence of each created thing. Poems like “Pied Beauty” celebrate the variety and intricacy of nature:

    “Glory be to God for dappled things—
    For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;”

    Religion

    As a devout Jesuit priest, Hopkins often explored themes of faith, grace, and divine presence.  In “God’s Grandeur,” he reflects on humanity’s relationship with the Divine Reality (God):  “The world is charged with the grandeur of God.” 

    Human Struggle

    Hopkins did not shy away from depicting despair and inner turmoil. His so-called “terrible sonnets,” written during periods of depression in Dublin later in life (“No Worst There Is None” and “I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark”), are raw expressions of spiritual desolation.

    Language

    Hopkins’s creative inventiveness set him apart from other Victorian poets. He employed compound words (“dapple-dawn-drawn”), alliteration (“kingdom of daylight’s dauphin”), and unconventional syntax to create striking effects.  It might be noted that E. E. Cummings’ innovation remains a 20th century parallel to that of Father Hopkins 19th century foray into stylizing novelty.

    Academic Career in Dublin

    In 1884, after years serving as a parish priest in England and Scotland (often under challenging conditions), Hopkins was appointed Professor of Greek Literature at University College Dublin. 

    While teaching brought him some satisfaction intellectually, he still continued to struggled with feelings of isolation as an Englishman residing and working in Ireland during a time of political upheaval.

    Gerard Manley Hopkins – National Portrait Gallery, London

    Death and Legacy

    Father Hopkins’ final years were marked by declining health and bouts of depression—what he referred to as “the long dark night.” Despite these challenges, he continued writing poetry until shortly before his death.

    Father Hopkins died on June 8, 1889, at the age of 44 from typhoid fever in Dublin. At the time of his death, none of his major poems had been published; they existed only in manuscript form.

    It was not until 1918—nearly three decades after his death—that Robert Bridges edited and published  the collection simply titled Poems, bringing Hopkins’ work to public attention for the first time. The collection received mixed reviews initially but gained increasing recognition over time.

    By the mid-20th century, critics such as F.R. Leavis had established Hopkins as one of the most original voices in English poetry. His innovative techniques anticipated modernist trends seen later in poets like T.S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas, and E. E. Cummings.

    Father Gerard Manley Hopkins remains one of English literature’s most enigmatic figures—a poet-priest whose work brought together certain Victorian sensibilities with modernist experimentation. His legacy rests not only in his technical innovations but also in his ability to convey profound spiritual truths through language that continues to resonate with readers today.

    Sources

    [1]  Gerard Manley Hopkins. Poems. Edited by Robert Bridges. Oxford University Press. 1918.

    [2]  Gerard Manley Hopkins. Poems and Prose. Edited by W. H. Gardner. Penguin Classics. 1953.

    [3]  Eleanor Ruggles. Gerard Manley Hopkins: A Life. New York: W.W. Norton & Co. 1944.

    [4]  Norman H. Mackenzie. A Reader’s Guide to Gerard Manley Hopkins. Cornell U P. 1981.

    [5] John Cowie Reid.  “Gerard Manley Hopkins.” Encyclopaedia Britannica. Accessed January 1, 2026.

    [6] Curators. “Gerard Manley Hopkins.” Poetry Foundation.  Accessed January 1, 2026.

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    Poem Commentaries

    • God’s Grandeur” Father Gerard Manley Hopkins’ motivation to imitate Spirit (God) prompts him to craft his poems in forms, as Spirit creates entities in forms—from rocks to animals to plants to the human body.
    • Pied Beauty” Gerard Manley Hopkins’ “Pied Beauty” is an eleven-line curtal sonnet dedicated to honoring and praising God for the special beauty of His creation.  Father Hopkins coined the term “curtal” to label his eleven-line sonnets.
    • The Habit of Perfection”  The title “The Habit of Perfection” of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem features a pun on the term “habit.” As a monk, the poet had accepted the garb of the monastic, sometimes called a habit

    The Terrible Sonnets

    •  “To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life” Written with the same intensity that characterizes Hopkins’ work, the poem dramatizes exile as both an external condition and an inward trial.
    • I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day” The speaker Gerard Manley Hopkins’ “I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day” is confronting spiritual desolation, interior darkness, and the sense of abandonment by God. 
    • No worst, there is none.  Pitched past pitch of grief” The third in the group of sonnets widely known as “the terrible sonnets, this one,“No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,” presents a speaker experiencing grief so intense that it feels beyond limit or measure.
    • Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee” Father Hopkins’ “Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee” dramatizes an intense spiritual struggle in which the speaker resists despair while enduring profound inner torment. 
    • Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray” This terrible sonnet explores searchingly the nature of  spiritual endurance. The speaker is focusing on patience not as a soft virtue but as a challenging and difficult discipline, which oftentimes scars the pride, while exhausting the will. 
    • My own heart let me more have pity on; let” The speaker in this sonnet examines his inward struggle, through which he has learned mercy toward the self (soul) while undergoing heavy, sustained spiritual pressure.  My personal issue with this pressure assures me that Father Hopkins well understood its vicissitudes as well as its rewards.