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Memoir of Francis Hodgson
John Bird Sumner to Francis Hodgson, 19 July 1820
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Preface
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.
Index
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Mapledurham, near Reading: July 19, 1820.

My dear Hodgson,—Your letter was a very agreeable surprise to me. Not that I had lost sight of you, for I heard with great pleasure of your translation from the uncertainties of a curacy to the pleasant town of Bakewell, and have often since attempted to strengthen my recollections of its taper spire and the retired valley in which it stands—am I not right? We passed through it many years ago, in
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the course of a tour to the Caves and the Lakes. Besides which, I heard of you more recently at Kenilworth, my native place, where a sister of my mother still lives, the only remaining link of those large and spreading branches of our family which formerly grew together there. I heard of you, too, in a very agreeable way, as preaching a sermon warm from the heart, and faithful to the Gospel: and allow me to hope that the Gospel has brought rest to your own soul, and that you are now preaching to others the same word of reconciliation. The title of your volume, as well as the account which I heard of your sermon, leads me to believe that you, who could never feel anything slightly, have now felt as it deserves the importance of that office which we are called to discharge, and of that salvation which we are empowered to make known. ‘
Sacred Leisure1 had struck me in the advertisement before I received your letter, and I have provided for its meeting me at Eton, where I am going, as in duty bound, to celebrate election on Saturday next. For you must be told, and will

1 Sacred Leisure, a collection of poems on religious subjects, published by Hodgson in 1820, containing many beautiful thoughts expressed in language which proved the writer’s faculty for graceful lyrical composition.

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hear with pleasure, that before I had resided a year in the cloisters I came into possession of a very good and well-conditioned living by
Few’s death—Mapledurham, four miles from Reading; and here we reside eight months in the year in an excellent parsonage, and surrounded by a beautiful country, the Thames flowing at the bottom of my garden. So that my lot is in a fair ground, and I am amply repaid for the hateful trade1 which I plied for fifteen years. Mrs. Sumner is in excellent health, and delighted with our present life and place of residence.

You desire me to mention old friends absent from Eton, but I scarcely remember any mutual friends remaining to us except Ekins, who is living, as he always did, in comfort and quiet between Salisbury and Chiddingford, and perhaps I might add Thackeray (Provost of King’s). But if there is anyone of whom you want a more particular account, I shall be glad if it gives you a reason for writing again to me; when you may likewise tell me something about your own family, to whom I should wish to be known, but I fear without any immediate prospect of becoming so. However, though you are fixed far in the wilds remote from

1 That of an assistant-master at Eton.

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public view, we are within easy reach of anyone who comes towards London; and I shall be sincerely glad if you will at any time bend your route to Mapledurham. In the meanwhile believe me, my dear
Hodgson,

Most sincerely yours,
J. B. Sumner.