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Memoir of Francis Hodgson
Augusta Leigh to Francis Hodgson, 8 July 1824

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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St James’s Palace: July 8, 1824.

Dear Mr. Hodgson,—I am sure that it will be most gratifying to everybody concerned that you should
attend,1 and more particularly so to me; and I hope that Hucknall Torkard being the place will render it not very inconvenient to you. I can only tell you that it is two or three miles from Newstead and fourteen from Nottingham. The funeral sets out on Monday, and Thursday or Friday will be the day. If I can ascertain beforehand which of the two, I will write to you.
Mr. Hobhouse, Mr. Kinnaird, Col. Leigh, and, I conclude, Mr. Hanson, will attend. I shall probably see Mr. Hobhouse to-day and will mention your wish.

I have not yet been able to see Fletcher, as he has been detained on board the ship to attend to the effects till the Custom House should release them; but I believe I did not tell you that I could not resist seeing the Remains. He was embalmed, so it was still possible; and the melancholy comfort that it bestowed on me never can be expressed. There are few who can understand it, I believe; for my own part, I only envy those who could remain with and watch over him till the last. Such are my feelings, but I know there are many who could not bear it. It was awful to behold what I parted with convulsed, absolutely convulsed with grief, now cold and inanimate, and so altered that

1 The funeral.

I could scarcely persuade myself it was him—not a vestige of what he was. But God’s will be done! I hope I shall resign to it. I hear that Fletcher says that for the last year his mind and feelings appeared to be changed much for the better. He expressed concern at having written ‘
Don Juan’ and other objectionable things. He talked latterly with great affection of his child, and in kind terms of Lady B. This is all comfort, dear Mr. H.; and I tell it you, for I know how truly you loved him and his best interests. I long to see Fletcher to judge for myself. He has been cautioned, from the first, to restrain his communications; there will, of course, be so much curiosity.

I have seen Lady B., which was a great trial. She was much agitated. I believe I told you how handsomely she has behaved to my cousin the present Lord B. I am glad indeed to hear you approved of what I had done about the Memoirs. . . . God bless you, dear Mr. H.