Life: Lady Burton


Life is like traveling in an open carriage
with one’s back to the horses — you see the path,
—you have an indistinct notion of the sides,
but none whatever of where you are going.

‘Lady Burton’, quoted in ‘The Perfect Holiday’ by Rose Henniker Heaton.

I think this must be Isabel Burton, wife of Sir Richard Burton. Not that one, the one who wrote ‘The Perfumed Garden’, the great explorer.

The illustration is an engraving by Theodor Josef Hubert Hoffbauer (1839-1922), showing the Hôtel de Ville de Paris in 1883, via Wikimedia

About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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