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Samuel Rogers and his Contemporaries
Lord Monteagle to Samuel Rogers, [December 1852]

Vol. I Contents
Chapter I. 1803-1805.
Chapter II. 1805-1809.
Chapter III. 1810-1812.
Chapter IV. 1813-1814.
Chapter V. 1814-1815.
Chapter VI. 1815-1816.
Chapter VII. 1816-1818.
Chapter VIII. 1818-19.
Chapter IX. 1820-1821.
Chapter X. 1822-24.
Chapter XI. 1825-1827.
Vol. II Contents
Chapter I. 1828-1830.
Chapter II. 1831-34.
Chapter III. 1834-1837.
Chapter IV. 1838-41.
Chapter V. 1842-44.
Chapter VI. 1845-46.
Chapter VII. 1847-50.
Chapter VIII. 1850
Chapter IX. 1851.
Chapter X. 1852-55.
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‘E. I. College: Wednesday night [December, 1852],

‘My dear Mr. Rogers,—Your kind heart will, I know, make you anxious to hear a renewed account of our excellent friend Empson. He has held his ground to-day
and is not worse, but still no hopes are held out to us of his recovery. With the exception of a painful hiccough now and then after taking food, he has no bodily suffering whatever, and his state of mind is as blest with calm happiness, trust, and resignation as if he were passing from his library into a garden of flowers. He often and most affectionately speaks of you, and when this evening, at his own desire, I read to him that beautiful 23rd Psalm, “The Lord is my shepherd, therefore shall I want nothing—though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil,” he said, “Tell Rogers that you read this to me. I read it once with him, he will remember. He was a good friend to me,” he added, “if ever I had one.” His heart is as warm and all his affections as fresh as they ever were, and his intellect and memory both bright and clear. Wrightson, who is one of his oldest friends, came down to-day. “It is you,” he said, “my own unchangeable Wrightson. Yet you now see a change which we must all come to.” I read to him, as arising out of one of
Arnold’s sermons which he had wished to hear, that wonderful 14th chapter of St. John’s Gospel, “Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. . . I go to prepare a place for you. . .; that where I am, there ye may be also.” He said, “Yes, those are plain, simple words that cannot be mistaken or misunderstood if read in simplicity.” In short, my dear Mr. Rogers, if we are to lose our friend, never was a more peaceful close of life. The setting of a summer sun over a calm sea is not more beautifully tranquil. Poor Charlotte bears up wonderfully and leaves no duty undischarged.


‘I have written more than I meant, but the message he directed me to deliver you must be my excuse, and when writing at all I could not omit what is not only interesting but profitable to us all.

‘God bless you, dear Mr. Rogers. With earnest good wishes for yourself, believe me always and most sincerely yours,