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Samuel Rogers and his Contemporaries
Samuel Rogers to Sarah Rogers, 13 August 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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‘[Keswick] Thursday, August 13, 1812.

‘My dear Sarah,—Many thanks for your kind letter and Henry’s, inclosing four five-pound notes, which last I shall answer in a very few days. I was indeed very much surprised and shocked to hear of J. R.’s death. Coming so soon after another, you and H. must indeed begin to think that all are going. He was a very excellent man and much attached to you, and I know of no other qualities in this world worth a thought. Sharp and I came over from Ulleswater to this place on Sunday. On Monday we saw a wrestling match for a prize in a field near Ambleside. It had been long announced and it drew together all the fine young men of the peasantry from far and near. It was indeed more interesting than I expected it to be, and lasted above an hour, there being many contests. By a foolish custom here, no women were present, though many looked on from the neighbouring hills. Ulleswater looked very beautiful, though we had little or no sun. Everybody was haymaking. The king, without coat or waistcoat, attended by his daughters on the margin of the lake; and the clergyman in the same costume, unattended, tossing his hay about in solitary dignity in the churchyard. The Mackintoshes came here on Monday. Yesterday they went over to Ulleswater for a night, and, Sharp going with them, I walked to drink tea at Grasmere. It was about six miles and the sun burning hot. I set out a little before twelve, meaning to rest myself a little at the inn at Grasmere, before I made my appearance at W.’s. But I did not
arrive there (what with sitting wherever I could find shade or seat) till half-past four. They were going to drink tea with
Dr. Bell (Lancaster’s antagonist), who lodges in a farm-house next door. I went with W. and we drank tea in the garden, and a pretty sight it was, children and all. I found Dr. Bell in manner not very unlike Dr. Babington, but older and as simple as a child, and with a very warm heart. His eyes streamed with good-nature, and, prejudiced as I went, I came away liking him much better than his antagonist. I was glad to hear you prolonged your stay at Brighton, and found it comfortable. Poor Mary! it is a long while in her life; but I am glad Cline thinks well of her, and will hope he is right. With regard to the book you and Henry spoke so kindly of, I have had a great vexation. An alteration came into my mind, which, though slight, I thought of some importance; but the booksellers, I hear, have not waited, and 500 are gone forth, with all their imperfections on their head.1 In a fortnight or three weeks I hope you will receive it and think it rather improved. Pray write to me at Keswick, whither I mean to go on Saturday.

‘The Mackintoshes stay there a day only, and then go on for Scotland. If you write after Monday, pray direct to me under cover to the Earl of Lonsdale, Lowther, near Penrith.

‘Pray give my love to all, and believe me to be,

‘Ever yours,
‘S. R.’