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Samuel Rogers and his Contemporaries
Walter Scott to Samuel Rogers, 18 August [1809]

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 Rogers,—I am about to ask a great boon of you, which I shall hold an especial courtesy if you can find in your heart to comply with. I have hampered myself by a promise to a young bookseller, whom I am for various reasons desirous to befriend, that I would look over and make additions to a little miscellany of poetry which he has entitled “English Minstrelsy,” and on which his brother, James Ballantyne, the Scottish Bodoni, intends to exert the utmost extent of his typographical skill. The selection is chiefly from the smaller pieces of dead authors, but it would be very imperfect without a few specimens from the present Masters of the Lyre. I have never told you how high my opinion, so far as it is worth anything, ranks you in that honoured class. But I am now called on to say, in my own personal vindication, that no collection of the kind can be completed without a specimen from the author of the Pleasures of
——,1 and therefore to transfer all responsibility from myself to you, I make the present application. Beggars should not be choosers; therefore I most generously abandon to you the choice of what you will give my begging-box, and am only importunate that you will not turn me empty from your door. I would not willingly exert my influence with you in vain, nor have my Miscellany so imperfect as it will be without something of yours.

‘Why won’t you think of coming to see our lands of mist and snow? Not that I have the hardness of heart to wish you and George Ellis here at this moment, for it would be truly the meeting of the weird sisters in thunder, lightning, and in rain. The lightning splintered an oak here before my door last week with such a concussion that I thought all was gone to wrack. I have pretty good nerves for one of the irritable and sensitive race we belong to, but I question whether even the poet laureate would have confided composedly in the sic evitabile fulmen annexed to his wreath of bays.

‘Believe me, dear Rogers,
‘Ever yours most sincerely,
Walter Scott.
‘Ashestiel by Selkirk: 18 August [1809].’