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Lady Morgan’s Memoirs
Thomas Charles Morgan to Sydney Owen, 1 October 1811
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Preface
Vol. I Contents.
Prefatory Address
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII
Chapter XXIX
Chapter XXX
Chapter XXXI
Chapter XXXII
Chapter XXXIII
Chapter XXXIV
Chapter XXXV
Chapter XXXVI
Chapter XXXVII
Chapter XXXVIII
Vol. I Index
Vol. II Contents
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter IV
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII
Chapter XXIX
Chapter XXX
Chapter XXXI
Chapter XXXII
Chapter XXXIII
Chapter XXXIV
Chapter XXXV
Chapter XXXVI
Chapter XXXVII
Chapter XXXVIII
Chapter XXXIX
Chapter XL
Vol. II Index
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Baron’s Court,
October 1, 1811.
My dearest Girl,

Here I am, again, safely returned from Strabane, after going through a day’s eating and drinking enough to kill a horse. We had a most heavenly day, yesterday; but to-day, it has rained incessantly; we were not, however, wet, being well provided with coats, so that I am in no danger of dying this trip. Baron’s Court to-day is dulness personified. Lady Abercorn received a shocking account of Lady Aberdeen from Mrs. Kemble; and though I know how very little such accounts are worth minding, yet her tears are infectious, and I cannot help feeling alarmed and out of spirits. Receiving, as I do, daily marks of their kindness and good will, I cannot avoid sympathising with them in their worst of all domestic calamities.
462 LADY MORGAN'S MEMOIR.  
Yet, true to human nature, I am selfish enough to think much of the effect a fatal termination of this disease would have on us and our comforts. I trust that I am not laying up for you a winter’s residence in the house of mourning—whatever the Apostles may say, I infinitely prefer the house of rejoicing. But to return to a more grateful theme, how is my best beloved after her journey? I hope to-morrow to hear a good account of you, and that you found your father and sister better than you expected.

Have you been gadding about much? Have you seen many people? Are you happy and comfortable? or are you, like me, looking forward anxiously to the happy time that will unite us for ever? Dearest Glorvina, love me as I adore you. How often I kiss the little gold bottle, and think of the sweeter roses on somebody’s lips. Shorten time, by every means, that separates us, if you value the happiness of

Your ever devoted,
T. C. M.