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The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart
Chapter 13: 1826
John Gibson Lockhart to Lawrence Lockhart, 6 July 1826
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Vol. I. Preface
Vol. I Contents.
Chapter 1: 1794-1808
Chapter 2: 1808-13
Chapter 3: 1813-15
Chapter 4: 1815-17
Chapter 5: 1817-18
Chapter 6: 1817-19
Chapter 7: 1818-20
Chapter 8: 1819-20
Chapter 9: 1820-21
Chapter 10: 1821-24
Chapter 11: 1817-24
Chapter 12: 1821-25
Chapter 13: 1826
Vol. II Contents
Chapter 14: 1826-32
Chapter 15: 1828-32
Chapter 16: 1832-36
Chapter 17: 1837-39
Chapter 18: 1837-43
Chapter 19: 1828-48
Chapter 20: 1826-52
Chapter 21: 1842-50
Chapter 22: 1850-53
Chapter 23: 1853-54
Chapter 24: Conclusion
Vol. II Index
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My dear Lawrence,—Here we are now settled for three months more, certain—for the doctors all united that, as Johnnie was so much improved
410 LIFE OF J. G. LOCKHART.  
by the air and bathing, it would be madness to remove him from the coast before October. We shall pass October and November in London, and the winter months in some of the villages near it, for the doctors say that it would kill the poor boy to be in town during the dark and foggy season. Our present plans are to be at Chiefswood in the beginning of June, for the whole summer of 1827. But who can speak boldly about so distant a period?

“We have met with many sore disappointments since I saw you last. But there is no use in repining; we must e’en take the world as we find it; and I would fain hope for better days hereafter, though I have thoroughly ceased to have any very sanguine dreams. My wife’s even and firm temper accommodates itself wonderfully to changes and chances, and if Johnnie recovers, and the baby continues to thrive as it is doing, we ought to be satisfied at home. . . .

Violet will soon be at home now.1 I fear my dearest mother has a poor dull life when she is away, and I have felt for her extremely, leaving Germiston at the very bloom of the season. . . .”2