Letters resume today in the years 1799, 1801 from Steventon and another in 1805 from Bath – and what an arc of tone they offer.  The earlier two, for “not being overburdened by subject” are nonetheless delightful (with some great and likely familiar ‘lines to quote’) — and the last (1805) on one subject alone, a necessary and sad communication to her brother Frank, concerning an event which was to change Jane Austen’s life significantly.

1799

1801

1805