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Memoir of Francis Hodgson
Augusta Leigh to Francis Hodgson, 10 June 1816

Vol. 1 Contents
Chapter I.
Chapter II. 1794-1807.
Chapter III. 1807-1808.
Chapter IV. 1808.
Chapter V. 1808-1809.
Chapter VI. 1810.
Chapter VII. 1811.
Chapter VIII. 1811.
Chapter IX. 1811.
Chapter X. 1811-12.
Chapter XI. 1812.
Chapter XII. 1812-13.
Chapter XIII. 1813-14.
Vol. 2 Contents
Chapter XIV. 1815-16.
Chapter XV. 1816-18.
Chapter XVI. 1815-22.
Chapter XVII. 1820.
Chapter XVIII. 1824-27.
Chapter XIX. 1827-1830
Chapter XX. 1830-36.
Chapter XXI. 1837-40.
Chapter XXII. 1840-47.
Chapter XXIII. 1840-52.
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Six Mile Bottom: June 10.

Dear Mr. Hodgson,—Your kind letter found me here, and was most acceptable, for I began to marvel at your silence. But don’t suppose this to be a reproach, for I know how numerous must be the claims and calls upon your time, and I feel how kind you are to devote any part of it to me. I don’t know why I should intrude on you so soon again, except that you desire I will write, or that I can tell you of B.’s safe arrival at Geneva. I have not had any letter since that from Coblentz, dated 11th May, which I believe I mentioned in my last
to you. But
Mr. Hobhouse has heard twice since that, and always communicates to me when he does so of his health and safety. Of myself I can tell you little that will give you satisfaction, except that I am pretty well, only weak and nervous, and no wonder, for none can know how much I have suffered from this unhappy business.

I have written to Mr. Hobhouse to know what this new publication1 means, and to hope it is nothing that can revive the dying embers. Would that I could talk to you! I think it might calm my mind; it is impossible by letter to give you any idea of the proceedings and confusion after you left Town. I suppose you have heard of Lady C. L.’s extraordinary production—‘Glenarvon,’ a novel. The hero and heroine you may guess; the former painted in the most atrocious colours. If you have not, pray read it. You foretold mischief in that quarter, and much has occurred, if only that I hear this horrid book is supposed and believed a true delineation of his character; and the letters true copies of originals, etc., etc., etc.! I can’t think of her with Christian charity, so I won’t dwell upon the subject, but pray read it. I had a letter from

1 The ‘Farewell,’ the ‘Sketch,’ and the ‘Dream.’

Lady B. the other day. She is at Kirkby, and I fear her health is very indifferent. The bulletins of the poor child’s health, by B.’s desire, pass through me, and I’m very sorry for it, and that I ever had any concern in this most wretched business. I can’t, however, explain all my reasons at this distance, and must console myself by the consciousness of having done my duty, and, to the best of my judgment, all I could for the happiness of both. Have you by chance, dear Mr. H., some letters I wrote you in answer to some of yours, and in favour of Lady B. and her family? If you have, may I request you not yet to destroy them, and to tell me fairly when you next write if you ever heard me say one word that could detract from her merits, or make you think me partial to his side of the question? Whatever ideas these questions may suggest pray at present keep to yourself. I will, when I have an opportunity, say what you wish to her in your own words. Many thanks for your kind enquiries. My children, five, are all well. Col. L. is in Sussex, and, perhaps, may stay a short time. He is in dreadfully low spirits in consequence of difficulties of our own, and altogether you would wonder at my being alive. But strength is given to us in proportion to our trials. Whenever you have
a moment to spare, pray let me hear. You shall of dearest B. when I do; and with best regards to
Mrs. H.,

Believe me, ever truly yours,
A. L.