[Sir J. C. Squire, editor of the London Mercury.] Two Autograph Letters Signed and one Autograph Note Signed to Anglo-Irish poet Sylvia Lynd, the first (drunken) letter, with original poem, the second sending condolences on her husband's death.

Author: 
Sir J. C. Squire [Sir John Collings Squire] (1884-1958), author, poet and editor of the London Mercury [Sylvia Lynd (1888-1952), Anglo-Irish poet, wife of the essayist Robert Lynd (1879-1949)]
Publication details: 
On letterheads of the London Mercury (2) and New Statesman (1), London. 1915, 1925 and 1949.
£120.00
SKU: 15889

The three items in good condition, lightly-aged. The two letters signed 'Jack Squire' and the note 'J C S'. Totalling 7pp., in 12mo and 4to. ONE: ALS. On letterhead of the New Statesman; 'Thursday | dead hour of night', undated, but docketed 20 July 1915. An interesting letter, in the light of the fact that Lynd held Squire largely to blame for her husband's descent into alchoholism. He begins 'Dear Mrs Lynd, If I loathed you, as, on the whole, I do not, I should make a little poem e.g. | There was an M.S. named The Chorus | Which was posted & posted again | Till its brown paper packing grew porous | And admitted the wind & the rain | Several pages were lacking | And the said paper packing | Had got thoroughly unstable | When egregious Constable | etc | I am so glad it has found a home, & with so conspicuous a publisher. Make him hurry up with it [...] I have just consumed 5 bottles of beer in the office'. TWO: ALS. 34 Chester Row, SW1; 10 October 1949. A letter of condolence on RL's death, beginning 'I loved and admired Bob without reservation. He was too modest to dream that anybody could have those sort of feelings about him: but I know that, in a jam, I should have called him to my rescue, and that, had he been in a jam, I should have flown to his. | Long ago, as you know, we saw each other constantly: and he was my only daughter's Godfather. [...] When I saw about his death in The Times it was like a straight blow on the heart. I had easily assumed that he would always be here, and that I could, at any moment, take a taxi to Hampstead to see you both. [...] I should be only too glad to come to Hampstead and co-operate with you and the sweetest, loveingest, kindest husband that ever woman had'. THREE: ANS. On London Mercury letterhead; 27 Nov. 1925. Proposing 'a renewed attempt' at 'another talk'.