Annie Besant : an autobiography ... / [Annie Wood Besant].

  • Annie Besant
Date:
1893
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Credit: Annie Besant : an autobiography ... / [Annie Wood Besant]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    IS suddenly discovering that you are shadowed by “ Castle ” spies, becomes loquaciously friendly, and points out everything that he thinks will interest you ? Blessings on the quick tongues and warm hearts, on the people so easy to lead, so hard to drive. And blessings on the ancient land once in- habited by mighty men of wisdom, that in later times became the Island of Saints, and shall once again be the Island of Sages, when the Wheel turns round. My maternal grandfather was a typical Irishman, much admired by me and somewhat feared also, in the childish days. He belonged to a decayed Irish family, the Maurices, and in a gay youth, with a beautiful wife as light-hearted as himself, he had merrily run through what remained to him in the way of fortune. In his old age, with abundant snow-white hair, he still showed the hot Irish blood on the lightest provocation, stormily angry for a moment and easily appeased. My mother was the second daughter in a large family, in a family that grew more numerous as pounds grew fewer, and she was adopted by a maiden aunt, a quaint memory of whom came through my mother’s childhood into mine, and had its moulding effect on both our characters. This maiden aunt was, as are most Irish folk of decayed families, very proud of her family tree with its roots in the inevitable “ kings.” Her particular kings were the “ seven kings of France ”— the “ Milesian kings ”—and the tree grew up a parch- ment, in all its impressive majesty, over the mantelpiece of their descendant’s modest drawing-room. This