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| Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
(31 December 1876)
... be a happy and
prosperous in all respects. How delightful it was to meet
again, how beautiful that morning you left was, and how often
we shall recall that journey to Chaam.
Father preached a beautiful sermon this morning!
And now it is New Year's Eve, I wish you were here too.
There is another thing I have to tell you. A few days ago Mr.
Braat 1 from Dordrecht came to visit Uncle Vincent,
and they talked about me; Uncle asked Mr. Braat If he had a
place for me in his business, should I want one. Mr. Braat
thought so, and said that I should just come and talk it over.
So I went there early yesterday morning; I thought I could not
let it go by without seeing what it was. We arranged that I
should come for a week after New Year's to try it out, and
after that we will see. It would be desirable, for several
reasons, that I remain in Holland, near Father and Mother, you
also, and the others. My salary would certainly be a bit higher
that with Mr. Jones, and it is one's... | Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
(7-8 February 1877)
... to make a covenant with the Lord
God!” For the memory
of old times came back to me, among
other things how we used to walk with Father to Rijsbergen,
etc., during the last days of February and heard the lark above
the black fields with young green corn, beheld the sparkling
blue sky with the white clouds above, and then the paved path
with the beech trees.
Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem! Or rather, Oh, Zundert! Oh,
Zundert! Who knows if we might not walk together beside the sea
this summer! We must stay good friends, anyway, Theo, and just
believe in God and trust with an abiding trust in Him who
presides over prayer and over thought - who can tell to what
heights grace can rise?
Warmest congratulations on today [Their father's birthday] -
it is already half-past one and so it is the eighth of February
- may God spare us our father for a long time yet and may
“He bind us closely to one another, and may our love for
Him strengthen our bonds ever more.”... | Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
(26 February 1877)
... Dear Theo,
The hours that we spent
together slipped by too quickly. I
think of the little path behind the station where we watched
the sunset behind the fields and the evening sky reflected in
the ditches, where those old trunks covered in moss stand and,
in the distance, the little windmill - and I feel I shall often
walk there, thinking of you.
I have enclosed a photograph of The Huguenot; hang it in
your bedroom. You know the story: the awakening on the day
before St. Bartholomew's, a young girl, who knows what is going
to happen, forewarned her lover and insisted that he wear the
insignia of the Catholics, a white brassard around his arm; his
refusal because he feels that his Faith and his duty were
stronger than his love for his sweetheart.
I don't remember whether I've already sent you that poem by
Longfellow 1 which I'm enclosing a copy of now. It
has often given me pleasure and will do the same for you. I am
glad that we saw the pictures by Scheffer... | Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
(28 February 1877)
... let the moonlight filter through.
I thought of you on
this walk. Getting back home, I wrote
you what you will find in this envelope. You have De Genestet's
poems, haven't you? Read them as often as you can. Once when I
was in Paris, Father sent me “When I Was a Boy” and
“There Is No Priest Who Explains Him.”
I am writing you hastily from work, à Dieu, a
handshake from
Your loving brother, Vincent
A few psalms and religious verses.
... | Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
(22 March 1877)
... Dear Theo,
I want you to have
a letter from me on your journey. What a
pleasant day we had together in Amsterdam; I stayed and watched
your train until it was out of sight. We are such old friends
already - how often haven't we walked the black fields with the
young green corn together at Zundert, where at this time of the
year we would hear the lark with Father.
This morning I went to Uncle Stricker's with Uncle Cor and
had a long talk there on you know what subject. In the evening
at half past six Uncle Cor took me to the station. It was a
beautiful evening and everything seemed so full of expression,
it was still and the streets were a little foggy, as they so
often are in London. Uncle had had toothache in the morning,
but luckily it didn't last. We passed the flower market on the
way. How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines
and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the
very beginning.
I have written home to tell them what... |
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