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Samuel Rogers and his Contemporaries
Samuel Rogers to Sarah Rogers, [1815?]

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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‘Westfield, Hyde: Friday, six a.m.!! (? 1815).

‘My dear Sarah,—I hope you had no cross accidents in your way to Wassall—that you met with no armies, no refractory mules or muleteers, no Irish Bishops, and are now enjoying fine weather in a beautiful country with everybody well and happy about you. As for me, I performed my journey almost all the way alone, and, passing through Portsdown Fair, the gayest scene in the world, had a beautiful sail to this island in the packet for one shilling! Lord S[pencer]’s house is deliciously seated on a green lawn among flowers and flowering shrubs, and looking over a grove of trees to a sea so blue and smooth, and so full of sails of all sizes and colours in perpetual motion, that one does not know which way to
look. I walk to Binstead churchyard in five minutes, and there, in Quarr woods and about Quarr Abbey, I generally pass the best part of the morning, if I don’t wander through the grounds of St. John’s (Captain Hutt’s and
Mr. Simeon’s), which are still as lovely as ever. The Star Inn is just as we left it; whether our indefatigable attendant is there still, and still talking of Mrs. Clarke, I don’t know. Lord Spencer passes most of his mornings in his sailing vessel, but I have hitherto resisted all his kind invitations, though the sea is like glass; but to-day I mean to venture, as it is my last day, and I wish to board a ship of the line once in my life. I found Lyttelton and Lady Sarah here. Lyttelton left us yesterday in the “Northumberland,” the Captain, C., being an old friend of his, and having a very natural wish to see, if he can, the man no less attractive, though less accessible, than Gulliver himself. The ship left us last night and dropt down to St. Helen’s on her way to Plymouth, having taken in six months’ stores and provisions, as Lord Spencer discovered at breakfast the other morning. . . . As we are seldom without an admiral at dinner we learn every way. The other day Captain Usher dined with us who had conveyed Bonaparte to Elba. He is a very interesting man, and was once so bitter against him as to be laughed at by all the Service in the Mediterranean. His cabin was covered with all his caricatures; nor were they removed, as he told me, when B. came into it. U. is now as violent in his favour, and of course has lost his ship. Lyttelton goes directly from Plymouth to his constituents at Worcester, so perhaps you will hear all about his expedition. To-
morrow I go with great regret, but, as I shall not stir again for a little while, I mean to console myself now and then with a good sleep at Highbury. . . .

S. R.

‘P.S. I have had a letter from Du Cane. He is delighted with the purchase of the marble, and speaks of you and his journey with you from the Maschero in a way to make me like him. He goes again to Italy in a few weeks, and asks if you have any commissions for Rome or Naples!’