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Anna Brownell Jameson to Samuel Rogers, 8 July [1850]
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Preface
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.
Index
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‘Ealing: 8th July [1850].

‘Dear Mr. Rogers,—Am I committing an indiscretion in writing to you, instead of leaving the usual bit of unfeeling pasteboard with a name upon it? It has been on my mind to do so for many days past, and I have hesitated, but something in my heart says write; so I venture. Dear Mr. Rogers, of those who have grieved to hear of your accident and its painful consequences, I am perhaps the most insignificant to you; yet, let me say that few can have thought of you oftener. You gave me some flowers the last time but one that I breakfasted with you; I am going to leave England the end of this month, and I take those flowers with me; the associations connected with them can never fade from my mind; I am sure, dear Mr. Rogers, that you believe me, and
MRS. JAMESON: EDWARD EVERETT373
feel that this is not a bit of sentiment I utter: yes, I do thank you from my heart for all the delight and improvement I have had in your society, and from the beautiful and glorious and precious things assembled round you, and which made of your house a temple and a sanctuary. None could more appreciate them than I have done, nor feel more strongly that, valuable as they are, their highest, dearest value, when I think them over and bring them before my mind, is derived from their association with you and your great and good gifts and your remembered kindness. How I wish at this moment there were anything in the world I could do to pleasure or to comfort you! Since that may not be, forgive me for being selfish and wishing to be remembered by you once kindly before I go from England.

‘God bless you, dear Mr. Rogers, and grant that I may find you, if not well, at best better, on my return. I shall leave this myself, and hear of you this morning.

‘Believe me truly yours,
‘Anna Jameson.”