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Eliza Keary. 1882. Memoir of Annie Keary by Her Sister. London: Macmillan and Co. Get it:
.The excerpt in the book is shorter, edited and, where applicable, translated.
One election stands out among the rest as having particularly excited the town, especially the ladies of it, not on account of any especial question of politics involved in it, but because of unusual interest that attached to the persons of the candidates on that occasion. One was a Wilberforce, the other was a young baronet – touchingly young, the ladies pronounced him to be, and about him spinster imagination unceasingly busied itself. He was known to be a scion of the aristocracy too, and that was a fact particularly commendable in Hull eyes; whilst there was something plebeian in the very names of the rival candidates, Clay [actually Wood – Clay stood in 1841] and Hutt. The general enthusiasm was catching, and “Don’t you think,” Annie said, one day, “that there must be something very remarkable in the new member?” The time just then happened to be favourable for inventions; there had been a theme missing in Annie’s story-talk for some time, ever since the collapse of the nun romance, in fact, and she readily seized upon an idea for a new tale. The member became the hero of many volumes of her unpublished novels.
Date given by the York Herald, which makes the hustings sound lively.
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18 January 1966: Barbara Castle (Lab.) swings the Hull North by-election with a bridge over the Humber, convincing Harold Wilson that he has the momentum to win a general election
54 years later, in Eastbourne, after a long illness:
The morning and the afternoon passed, and towards evening a change began; Annie asked to be taken to bed again, and said to her attendant: “I am going home soon, Fanny, and I am very happy.”
During the night consciousness failed, and she fell into a state of torpor from which she never awoke. Four hours after her spirit passed away, early on the morning of her birthday, the 3rd of March. As she was lying down, the last night, she said to her cousin, “Now I will say a baby hymn,” and then she repeated a verse which she had been used to say to the children at the hospital:
Whether I wake, or whether I sleep,
I give my soul to Christ to keep,
Sleep I now, wake I never,
I give my soul to Christ for ever;adding, “Your soul, Emily; yours and mine.”
With the words of little children on her lips, and with joy and tenderness in her heart, she was taken home. Home she called that life of which we can form no image. It revealed itself to her by the name that was dearest to her of any name on earth.
I guess Fanny is not the “determined pedant” of her schooldays. More on Annie, Eliza, Lucy and the extended family in Michael Keary’s book, which says that Emily is a cousin, and that Annie was killed by breast cancer (Keary 2021).
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Place-People-Play: Childcare (and the Kazookestra) on the Headingley/Weetwood borders next to Meanwood Park.
Music from and about Yorkshire by Leeds's Singing Organ-Grinder.