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The “Pope” of Holland House
John Whishaw to Charles Romilly, 14 July 1835

Chapter I: 1813
Chapter II: 1814
Chapter III: 1815
Chapter IV: 1816
Chapter V: 1817
Chapter VI: 1818
Chapter VII: 1819
Chapter VIII: 1820
Chapter IX: 1821
Chapter X: 1822
Chapter XI: 1824-33
Chapter XII: 1833-35
Chapter XIII: 1806-40
Chapter XIV: Appendix
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July 14, 1835.

The party at Mr. Spring Rice’s yesterday was large and miscellaneous. The Archbishop of Dublin, Lord Kerry, Sir Geo. Philips, Senior, Peacock, the tutor of Trinity, Babbage, Lieut. Drummond, Macculloch, and two or three others.

The Archbishop of Dublin (Whately) is, as you know, a singular person, with much out-of-the-way knowledge which he produces “in season and out of season,” one of those whom it is always pleasant to meet. Yesterday he chose to talk about metaphysics, on which he was neither satisfactory nor amusing. Upon mention being made of Emanuel Swedenborg, the founder of the New Jerusalem sect, he observed that he was a man of some merit as a Professor of
Archbishop Whately
some Swedish University, and composed some good philosophical treatises, and that if he had died under sixty he would never have been heard of; but that after attaining that age he became a “dreamer of dreams,” and published works in his dotage so eminently nonsensical as to procure him a never-dying reputation in the Christian world.

In telling you of my interview with my old friend Scarlett1 yesterday morning, and of his pleasant and affecting allusions to our intercourse of former times, I ought to have repeated a favourite passage from Scott’sLady of the Lake,” in the vision at the end (if I recollect) of the first canto:—

“Again return’d the scenes of youth,
Of confident, undoubting truth,
Again his soul he interchanged
With friends whose hearts were long estranged.
They come in dim procession led
The cold, the faithless, and the dead,
As warm each hand, each brow as gay,
As if they parted yesterday.”

I daresay you will agree as to the merit of these lines, but their beauty cannot be fully felt except in advanced life.