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Memoir of Francis Hodgson
Augusta Leigh to Francis Hodgson, 29 October 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: Tuesday evening, October 29.

Dear Mr. H.,—I have many a time resolved and intended to write to you, since my last promise to do so again, but I have doubted how I ought to direct till the other day I heard from the Dowager Duchess of Rutland that you were settled at Bakewell. I took the opportunity of saying how much you had been pleased and benefited by the D. of R.’s kindness, which I thought was what you would wish me to do; and I had the great pleasure of hearing all the good (no not all) that I think of you repeated, and how much her grandson liked being with you, etc., etc., etc. My husband has just asked me to whom I am writing, and desires me to say that the Duke of R. has spoken very kindly and highly of you to him, and hopes to make your acquaintance
very soon. And now, dear Mr. H., for our old subject, dear
B. I wonder whether you have heard from him. My last intelligence was of him through Mr. Murray, who had a letter dated Martigny, 9th October, on his road to Milan. The last to me was on the 2nd October from Geneva, and sending me a short but most interesting journal of an excursion to the Bernese Alps. He speaks of his health as very good, but, alas! his spirits appear wofully the contrary. I believe, however, that he does not write in that strain to others. Sometimes I venture to indulge a hope that what I wish most earnestly for him may be working its way in his mind. Heaven grant it!

Mr. Davies,1 perhaps you have heard, has come home. He was with B. at Geneva, and gives very good accounts of his health and spirits, though he confesses he found him gloomy. Mr. Hobhouse is still with him. He has not mixed much in society; report says from necessity, his friends from choice. You may have heard also that another Canto of ‘Childe Harold’ is about to appear. From the little I know of it I wish it may not contain allusions to his own domestic concerns, which had better have been omitted; and I fear he indulges

1 Scrope Davies.

in that bitter strain which must be so galling to the feelings of the friends of poor
Lady B. I believe I have not written to you since I had the pleasure of seeing her and the dear little girl in London. She was looking a little better, but I am sorry to say her health is very indifferent still, and I cannot but feel great uneasiness about her. The little girl is a very fine child, but with more resemblance to mother than father; still there is a look. I never saw a more healthy little thing. It was a melancholy pleasure to see it, and a very great comfort to see dear Lady B., for I had suffered great uneasiness, of which I think I gave you hints, and this has been entirely removed.


I will finish my letter in hopes of a frank, and have to add that this day’s post has brought me one from B. of the 15th Oct., telling me of his having passed the Simplon safely, and arrived at Milan. He appears delighted with the beauty of the scenery on his road, and was seeing all worth seeing at Milan. He writes cheerfully. Now adieu, dear Mr. H.

With best regards to Mrs. H.,

Believe me ever yours sincerely,
A. L.