Beatrix Potter's Journal
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Author Name: Penguin Young Readers (Born: 1866/07/28 / Died: 1943/12/22)
Author Description: Helen Beatrix Potter was an English author, illustrator, mycologist, and conservationist who was best known for her children's books, which featured animal characters such as Peter Rabbit.
Born into a privileged household, Potter was educated by governesses, and grew up isolated from other children. She had numerous pets and through holidays in Scotland and the Lake District developed a love of landscape, flora and fauna, all of which she closely observed and painted. As a young woman her parents discouraged intellectual development, but her study and paintings of fungi led her to be widely respected in the field of mycology. In her thirties Potter published the highly successful children's book The Tale of Peter Rabbit, and became secretly engaged to her publisher, Norman Warne, causing a breach with her parents, who disapproved of his social status. Warne died before the wedding could take place.
Potter eventually published 23 children's books, and having become financially independent of her parents, was able to buy a farm in the Lake District, which she extended with other purchases over time. In her forties she married a local solicitor, William Heelis. She became a sheep breeder and farmer while continuing to write and illustrate children's books. Potter died in 1943, and left almost all of her property to The National Trust in order to preserve the beauty of the Lake District as she had known it, protecting it from developers.
Potter's books continue to sell well throughout the world, in multiple languages. Her stories have been retold in various formats, including a ballet, films and in animation.
Author URL: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/11593
and drive in most parts, even close to the house. Earl Cowper does the same, it must be one disadvantage of living at a great place. We had a touch of it at Wray. The Kendalls have left castor-oil in a locked cupboard on the stairs. If there is a smell I dislike it is castor-oil. Lady John Manners used to eat it as a regular thing in her potatoes at dinner, I believe from liking it, but old Sir William Gull gives it that way to his patients. Tuesday, September 30th. It seems they will not give
the opposition side of the House was scarcely damaged. Mr Gladstone and Bright’s seats were destroyed, the Speaker’s chair broken. It is rumoured that the damage is greater than outsiders are informed of. The police maintain a prudent silence, the dynamiters, as is always their way, threaten larger damage. A second gunpowder plot, but I don’t suppose the 24th. of January will be kept as a second Guy Fawkes. Such things were less common in the 17th. century! Thursday, February 5th. Awful news
tail had not had time to be swallowed. I can believe a good deal as to the gastric juices of a heron, I once had the misfortune to participate in the skinning of a fine specimen. The weather for the last few days was cold with a bitterly keen wind. I suffered much from pains in my head. I felt it when in the hotel in June. The air is rather too fresh for me. Wednesday, August 31st. Wet in the morning but cleared. Drove out with the pony, who was rather over-fresh having been in since Monday
consisted in running the opponent on to the shingle opposite the marshbank’s column, and if possible getting the prow of his boat against your stern, so that the more he rows the faster you are propelled. The boats sometimes got locked nose-to-nose when rounding the barrel, and the competitors occasionally dropped their oars to push and shove. When it comes to propelling with your oar against the opponent’s broad back there is a certain probability of temper, but the fun to the spectators is
enjoyed by disembodied spirits. It is not a country which will change for the worse by overbuilding, for the population is not increasing, and the state of the old castles is due not to the ravages of time but to quarrying, they will alter very little now, except an occasional stone sprung out by frost. We were somewhat nettled during the last week by the activity of that idle person Mr Hopkirk, the gardener, who made a frantic effort to get the place straight for his own employer after our