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The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart
Chapter 21: 1842-50
John Gibson Lockhart to Henry Hart Milman, 27 August 1846

Vol. I. Preface
Vol. I Contents.
Chapter 1: 1794-1808
Chapter 2: 1808-13
Chapter 3: 1813-15
Chapter 4: 1815-17
Chapter 5: 1817-18
Chapter 6: 1817-19
Chapter 7: 1818-20
Chapter 8: 1819-20
Chapter 9: 1820-21
Chapter 10: 1821-24
Chapter 11: 1817-24
Chapter 12: 1821-25
Chapter 13: 1826
Vol. II Contents
Chapter 14: 1826-32
Chapter 15: 1828-32
Chapter 16: 1832-36
Chapter 17: 1837-39
Chapter 18: 1837-43
Chapter 19: 1828-48
Chapter 20: 1826-52
Chapter 21: 1842-50
Chapter 22: 1850-53
Chapter 23: 1853-54
Chapter 24: Conclusion
Vol. II Index
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Milton, Lanark, August 27, 1846.

My dear Milman,—I am to be in London by the first of September, and to stay there till I get the Quarterly Review into shape—the political part at this moment being too delicate for eternal correspondence. . . . We in the Quarterly Review are, I hope, to take as quiet a line as shall seem at all consistent with our creed. I expect your article will be of great service to us, and its scope, I fancy, will be quite in accordance with our support of Peel in his godless College scheme for Ireland, the increased grant for Maynooth, and so on. . . .

“I have been unwell ever since I left town, but think myself rather better this week, and look for benefit from the journey to town, for the root of all my suffering is, I am sure, in the stagnation of the bilious system. Charlotte and Walter are flourishing in health and glee, and enjoying what kills me—the tumultuous hospitality of a County Member’s house on the supposed eve of a General Election. For the last two days I have had the relief of being in a very pleasant Whig house, Lord Belhaven’s, a few miles off, and there yesterday we had a Yankee artist with locks à la Leonardo da Vinci, and neckchains à la Spanish Armada, not, I believe, to be surpassed in absurdity even at ‘that deaf gal’s tea-drinking.’1 The Edinburgh people mentioned by

1 Can “that deaf gal” be Miss Martineau?

you are of a crop that has grown up since my day. Cha begs her love.—Ever yours affectionately,

J. G. Lockhart.”