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A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith
Letters 1841
Sydney Smith to Lady Grey, 24 August 1841

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Combe Florey, Aug. 24th, 1841.
My dear Lady Grey,

I hope that Lord Grey and you are continuing in robust health. We are tolerably well here; the gout is never far off, though not actually present: it is the only enemy that I do not wish to have at my feet.

I hear Morpeth is going to America, a resolution I think very wise, and which I should decidedly carry into execution myself, if I were not going to Heaven.

We have had divers people at Combe Florey, but
none whom you would particularly care about. How many worlds there are in this one world! We are just nine hours from door to door by the railroad. The
Gally Knights left Combe Florey after nine o’clock, and were in Grosvenor-street before six. I call this a very serious increase of comfort. I used to sleep two nights on the road; and to travel with a pair of horses is miserable work. I dare say the railroad has added ten per cent. to the value of property in this neighbourhood.

We are in great alarm here for the harvest. It is all down, and growing as it stands. It is Whig weather, and favourable to John Russell’s speeches on the Corn Laws. Remember me very kindly to Lord Grey and Georgiana, and believe me your steady and affectionate friend,

Sydney Smith.