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Samuel Rogers and his Contemporaries
Samuel Rogers to Richard Sharp, 21 November 1834

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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‘My dear Friend,—I returned last night and felt a pain and a pleasure, for I discovered two letters, which had never been sent me, and would have been the most
welcome of them all. I rejoice to think that your anxieties are over for the young lady. Give my love to her, and tell her she must not do so again. As for you, I hope you mean to have no return of your complaint. Last week the frost came and now it is gone again.

‘I sent my election-paper to Mrs. Philips, and it will command as many votes as there are vacancies—ten or twelve, I believe. Your criticisms are all right, I should say so, for I had done in every respect as you suggest, in the copy I sent to Howick. The last line but one I felt to be weak, and tried to lift it a little. I sent the lines in October, and it stood thus—
‘That generous fervour and pure eloquence,
Thine from thy birth and Nature’s noblest gifts,
To guard what they have gained.
Good or bad, they were taken in good part; indeed, far beyond my expectations.

‘I spent a month at Dunmore, three days at Jeffrey’s, slept one night in Edinburgh at John Murray’s, three days at Dalmeny, Lord Rosebery’s, three at Lord Tankerville’s, fourteen at Howick, ten at Castle Howard, one at Galley Knight’s, three at the Archbishop of York’s, one at Sir C. Monck’s, three at Lord Durham’s, three at Trentham, five at Lord Harrowby’s, and here I am. I made a day’s excursion from Castle Howard to see Duncombe Park, or, rather, the Riveaux Abbey there, and was richly rewarded. When at G. Knight’s I renewed my acquaintance with Roche Abbey; but altogether Bolton Abbey and its surroundings are worth them all.


‘What a strange hubbub there is just now! The ex-Ministers come in shoals to Brooke’s, and are hand and glove with everybody, all but Brougham, who has gone nowhere, not even to Holland House. “The Times” and “Courier” have run into him cruelly, as you must have seen, and, by dwelling on the sore places, have damaged him sadly. It seems the general opinion that his antics offended the K. highly, and among other things, his taking the seals into Scotland without asking leave. To the dinner and the savans at Edinburgh I did not go. The Hollands learnt first of the change from that article in “The Times,” and thought it a quiz. Spring Rice was told he was out by somebody in the street. Brougham, I hear, goes to Paris on Monday. His last gift was of a Canonry at Norwich to Sedgwick. He filled up twelve livings the last day. Nothing to Malthus. A very pretty living near Hertford fell to Lord Holland in October, and he offered it to M., but he must have given up the college and he declined it.

‘The British Museum have declined to buy Mackintosh’s papers. M., junr., was with me yesterday, and talks of publishing in the spring. He wants Lawrence’s portrait engraved, but I think I like yours by Opie better. A patent place of 600l. per annum fell to Spring Rice in October, and he wished to give it to him, but nobody knew where he was, so it was given to somebody else.

‘Farewell, my dear friend. I fear I am writing illegibly, but I write against time. Le Marchant is going to marry Miss Smith, a grand-daughter of Drummond Smith, of Tring Park, with 18,000l.


‘The household have behaved nobly—Lord Errol, Lord Falkland, Lord Elphinstone, Lord Torrington, &c.

‘Ever yours,
Saml. Rogers.
‘St. James’s Place: 21st Nov., 1834.’