“A perpetual state of honeymoon” – snapshots from a Victorian marriage – 10th March 1867
‘My own dearie husband. I meant of course to go to church this morning, but it is pouring, thick fine rain & there’s also such a fog I really can’t […]
‘My own dearie husband. I meant of course to go to church this morning, but it is pouring, thick fine rain & there’s also such a fog I really can’t […]