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Samuel Rogers and his Contemporaries
Samuel Rogers to Richard Sharp, 28 September 1812

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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‘Glenfinnart: Sept. 28, 1812.

‘My dear Friend,—I must again try your patience by throwing my burden upon you. The following, though
very far from pleasing me, seems to bring it out more fully—though I know something is lost by it—

Know I went forth, one of that gallant crew,
And saw, and wonder’d whence his Power He drew;
Yet how much more had wonder’d had I there
Known all that pass’d in earth, and sea, and air;
Then uninstructed.1

‘Now I will confess to you that I shall be better pleased if you continue firm for the first reading, as I hope you will do, and in that case pray send the inclosed to Knight in Bolt Court; but if the new lines (and all things are possible) strike you (bad though they are) as decidedly the best, pray let them be inserted in p. 204. But, remember, no further reference is to be made to me. I would rather that it should continue as it is, whatever may be your opinion, than that any further delay should arise. I think, the moment you read these new lines, you will wonder at my hesitation and continue firm to the old. In that case, pray send the inclosed to Knight, without a comment; and if the least preference in your mind remains for the old reading, pray send the inclosed to Knight in like manner; but if otherwise, and you should incline in the least to the new, it will only increase the page by an additional line, and I know you

1 The lines are in the third canto. They now read—

‘Oh, I was there, one of that gallant crew,
And saw—and wondered whence his Power he drew,
Yet little thought, tho’ by his side I stood,
Of his great Foes in earth and air and flood,
Then uninstructed.’
will run your eye over the revise to see that it agrees with my copy here given. I have now spent a month in a little glen half-way down Loch Long from Arrochar, and when I shall stir I know not. Many, many thanks for your kind letter. I hope the negotiation at Lewes has concluded to your complete satisfaction. There is said to be a great stir in the North, but not a murmur of it invades me in this retirement. I wish you could but look up Loch Long from hence.

Great Ocean’s self! Tis He who fills
That dark and awful depth of hills!

‘In a week or ten days I hope to visit Loch Katherine. In the meantime, should you be commissioned to offer me the Archbishopric of York or the Chancellorship, my direct1on is at the Earl of Dunmore’s, Glenfinnart, by Greenock, N.B.

‘We receive our letters twice a week by his packet (only think of it—a packet!) and in the intervals I wander and look up a mountain vista eighteen miles in length! But pray don’t write on the subject of the poem, as I shall be well satisfied, whatever way you decide. Pray could you convey a copy to Mackintosh, paying the carriage?

‘From Lowther I flew to Luss—then rowed to Tarbet—then crossed the isthmus on foot to Arrochar, where I met with the Mackintoshes, and then by water came down Loch Long to Glenfinnart, a singular voyage, as I met with a grampus, a shoal of herrings, and (after dark) a luminous sea, no unusual phenomenon on this
lake. But these and many other wonders I shall reserve for my quarto book of travels.

‘Ever yours,
‘S. R.

‘After all I have written I think I see a great objection to the new lines. If he saw all that passed, he would see the interposition of the good Angel in favour of Columbus, and no longer wonder. I will, however, send you the letter. I cannot close the letter without adverting to our sad loss in Mrs. Pigou. The few lines she wrote to me at parting—for I did not see her—were (now I am convinced) written under the impression that she should never see me again. How our friends (the friends of our earlier days) drop off, one by one—and how much it should teach us to value the remainder! The friends of our youth (like the wife of our youth, as Solomon expresses it) are indeed to be prized—for what can supply the place of them?’