An American Liaison: Leamington Spa and the Hawthornes, 1855-1864
Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 1998 - 472 páginas
In 1855 the Hawthornes came to Leamington Spa for the first time. This book presents an almost day-by-day account of the family's life during three periods of residence in Leamington. It also relates how they amused and instructed themselves in the thriving Spa town and its attractive surrounding countryside, making trips to such well-known "tourist traps" as Coventry, Warwick, Rugby, Kenilworth, and Stratford-upon-Avon. Unfortunately, for several reasons, to a large extent the subsequent and much-anticipated return to their home in Concord, Massachusetts, in 1860 did not result in any real benefit.
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An Intermission 1
Genteel Leamington September 1857
Leamington that cheerfullest of English Towns October 1857
This goodly town of Leamington November 1857
An Intermission 2
An unfashionable part of Leamington October 1859
We have real winter weather in Leamington December 1859
Dr Sutherland says Leamington is a bad locality for me JanuaryFebruary 1860
That weary old Leamington March 1860
This English trash
The End of the Affair 186364
Notes and References
Leamington is not so desirable a residence in winter November 1859
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