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The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart
Chapter 21: 1842-50
John Gibson Lockhart to Violet Lockhart, 20 August 1847
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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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August 20, 1847.

My dear Violet,—As by some mistake of Mr. Hope’s clerk the papers of this morning don’t say anything on our subject, be it known unto you that Charlotte’s wedding and the breakfast after (in her absence and her youth’s) went off very prettily. She conducted herself well, and with very tolerable firmness, and they were at the altar a very handsome pair indeed. They retired cunningly to Richmond, and left me to do the honours of chickens, cutlets, all cold, tea, coffee, and plenty of champagne to some forty-five people, including several fine ones, and many, as I believe, sincere friends. The bridesmaids were six: Lady Susan Holroyd, Miss (Stratford) Canning, Caroline Gifford, Isabella Grant (Frank the painter’s daughter), Sophia Christie, and Scott Wilson; of whom Scottie and Miss Grant were most to be admired for looks, though I am very partial to Sir S. Canning’s very clever, nice girl, who is returning in a few days to Constantinople—very sorry, no doubt, at not having caught a Jim.1 I am to dine with the Hopes on Sunday, and on Monday go to visit Sir G. Warrender at Cliefden, and thence to the Ashburtons, on the coast of Hampshire. I am therefore much better, but still it may be some time ere I dare put myself beyond a few hours of Sir B. Brodie.—Yours affectionately,

J. G. Lockhart.”