8 College Street

“I watched the little mournful procession the length of the street and when it turned from my sight and I had lost her forever.” Cassandra Austen – 24 July 1817

Cassandra Austen was with her beloved sister to the end. Jane died cradled in her sister’s embrace. “I was able to close her eyes myself and it was a great gratification to me to render her these last services.”


It isn’t possible for me to read Cassandra’s words written to Fanny Austen-Knight after the death of Jane Austen and not think of the loss of my own sister. Unlike Cass I was not with Leslyn at the end. While I used pressing work and distance as my excuses, the truth was that I did not want to watch the life drain from her body. I had hoped to see her one last time but waited too long. As I was off-loading my luggage at the airport the phone call came. Leslyn was gone. I had rendered no services.

We knew it was coming. Like Jane she wanted nothing but death. Unlike Jane it was Leslyn’s choice. At her insistence the machines were stopped and the intravenous tubes removed. It only took a matter of hours for her to breath her last.

We will never again giggle over a batch of grainy fudge, question why a cake fell. We won’t sew together. Leslyn liked to do the basics, seams and such and I liked to do the finishings like hem, facings…the details. We won’t spend hours on the phone speaking of little nothings. No more doll shopping (she was a collector) or antiquing (I’m a collector). My sister is gone. Thankfully her children thrive.

I can only imagine Cassandra’s grief. Of Jane she wrote, “She was the sun of my life, the gilder of every pleasure, the soother of every sorrow. I had not a thought concealed from her and it is as if I had lost a part of myself.”

As always Cassandra was stoic in the face of such a tragedy. She was comforted she said that God had granted Jane peace by ending her suffering some ten hours before she ceased to breath. Although I suspect that Mr.Lyford’s ministrations that evening may have had something to do with Jane being able to drift off quietly.

At Winchester Cathedral she was laid to rest; an architectural master piece in which Jane took particular delight.

Of the funeral party (her brothers) Cass wrote, “Never was a human being more sincerely mourned by those who attended her remains than was this dear creature.”

As Cassandra said of Jane and I shall say of Leslyn, “Such a sister, such a friend as never can have been surpassed. I have lost a treasure.”

And so have we all…

Appearing in a newspaper 22 July 1817, the first known public acknowledgment of her work.

On the 18th inst. At Winchester, Miss Jane Austen, youngest daughter of the late Rev. George Austen, Rector of Steventon, in Hampshire, and the Authoress  of Emma, Mansfield Park, Pride and Prejudice, and Sense and Sensibility. Her manners were most gentle; her affections ardent; her candor was not to be surpassed, and she lived and died as became a humble Christian.”

6 thoughts on “Sisters

  1. Maria Grazia says:

    Touching tribute, Sally. Thanks for sharing.

    • Great commentary and very touching. I never knew your sister passed away. I remember you showing me Christmas ornaments on your tree that were made by her. It’s nice you have happy memories of her.

  2. Nice tribute, Sally. Your books, however, are an even better tribute to Jane.

  3. Jan Ashe says:

    How is it tears can well up for people we have not met? is it that we all share in the ‘human condition’? or that we relate it to a personal loss of our own? it could be, I lost such a friend as these. Or that, on some level, we feel we do know them? I certainly know what Jane has given me. And while I have not met Leslyn, she is someone I would want to know.

    Thank you for sharing these moments in these ladies lives with us.

  4. What a lovely tribute to Leslyn, Sally. I’m so sorry you lost such a dear sister and friend.

  5. Mary Simonsen says:

    Sally, What a lovely tribute to sisters. I grew up one of six girls. My oldest sister died eight years ago, and I still feel it. I was always used to saying, “Yes, I have five sisters, all girls.” But now it’s four. When I was at Chawton, I felt the closeness of Cassandra and Jane and remembered my own childhood. Thanks for sharing.

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