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A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith
Letters 1820
Sydney Smith to Edward Davenport, [Early 1820]
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Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
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Bath: no date.
Dear Davenport,

I think Jeffrey too timid, but he says that the Edin-
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burgh Review is watched, and that there is a great disposition to attack it either in Scotland or London; and you must allow that Jeffrey or Brougham in the pillory would be a delicious occurrence for the Tories: I think John Williams would come and pelt.

Great light will be thrown upon the circumstances of the massacre, by Hunt’s trial, which of course will be circulated widely through the country, and will furnish you with a good plea for the introduction of the subject. I heard Hunt at York, and was much struck with his boldness, dexterity, and shrewdness. Without any education at all, he is the most powerful barrister this day on the Northern Circuit; of course I do not mean the best instructed, but the man best calculated by nature for that sort of intellectual exertion.

You see by my letter I am in Bath,—to me, one of the most disagreeable places in the world; but I am on a visit to my father, eighty-two years of age, in full possession, not only of his senses, but of a very vigorous and superior understanding.

I have written two articles in this Edinburgh Review, Poor Laws, and Seybert’s America,—but they are both of a dry and discouraging nature.

Adieu! I hope to see you soon. Ever truly yours,

Sydney Smith.