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A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith
Letters 1844
Sydney Smith to Lady Carlisle, [July] 1844
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My dear Lady Carlisle.

Do not let Morpeth persuade you that Alexis is anything but an impostor. There seems to be something missing in London; and I find, upon reflection, it is Lord Carlisle and yourself.

The Archbishop of York is laid up with a sprained ankle; sprained at a christening! How very singular! It is such a quiescent ceremony, that I thought I might have guaranteed at its celebration all the ligaments of the human body. He is never a moment without a bishop or a dowager duchess coming to call.

What shall I say of my unworthy self, but that I am well, rich, and tolerably healthy? Mrs. Sydney has no great illness, though much malaise. I hear that Lord Carlisle is wheeled down to the gallery, and gets a little fresh air at the door. I know all the locale so well that I see him in his transit, and he takes with him my best and kindest wishes wherever he goes.

MEMOIR OF THE REV. SYDNEY SMITH. 539

Sir Robert Peel and I have made friends; and so you will say, dear Lady Carlisle, that I want to be a bishop. But I thank God often that I am not a bishop; and I want nothing in this world but the friendship and goodwill of such good persons as yourself.

Alas! how short is a sheet of paper! What remains must convey my affection and respect to my excellent friends at Castle Howard. And may God bless them!

Sydney Smith.