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Heber
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Heber : unknown
Harriet Martineau, on her research for a story to be set in Ceylon: 'I gathered what I could from books, but really feared being obliged to give up a singularly good illustrative scene for want of the commonest facts concerning the social life of the Cingalese. I found scarcely anything even in Maria Graham and Heber. At this precise time, a friend happened to bring to my lodging [...] Sir Alexander Johnstone, who had just returned from governing Ceylon [...] Before we had known one another half an hour, I confided to him my difficulty. He started of [...] and was soon at the door again, with his carriage full of books, prints and other illustrations [...] Among the volumes he left with me was a Columbo almanack, which furnished me with names, notices of customs, and other valuable matters.'
Century: 1800-1849 Reader/Listener/Group: Harriet Martineau Print: Book
Reginald Heber : 'On Heavenly and Earthly Hope' OR ['Hope']
'Hope' 'Heber' 'Reflected in the lakes of love, ...'
UnknownCentury: 1800-1849 Reader/Listener/Group: Beanlands group
Reginald Heber : Narrative of a Journey through the Upper Provinces of India
Wednesday, 12 March 1829: 'I read Reginald Heber's journal after dinner. I spent some merry days with him at Oxford when he was writing his prize-poem. He was then a gay young fellow, a wit and a satirist and burning for literary fame. My laurels were beginning to bloom and we were both mad-caps -- Who would have fortold our future lot?'
Century: 1800-1849 Reader/Listener/Group: Walter Scott Print: Book
Max Adeler pseud. i.e Charles Heber Clark : Out of the Hurly Burly: or Life in an Odd Corner
'At the foot of the bed was an oak "library table" [...]. There were several piles of books on it, W. W. Jacobs for light reading, de Maupassant, Flaubert, Galsworthy, Cunninghame Graham, various periodicals, and a book, which has always been a mystery to me, "Out of the Hurly Burly" by Max Adler. In the window stood an arm chair of cherry wood, lacquered black, on which my father often sat to read for half an hour or so before "turning in".'
