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Samuel Rogers and his Contemporaries
Thomas Campbell to Samuel Rogers, [15 August, 1834]
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Preface
Vol. I Contents
Chapter I. 1803-1805.
Chapter II. 1805-1809.
Chapter III. 1810-1812.
Chapter IV. 1813-1814.
Chapter V. 1814-1815.
Chapter VI. 1815-1816.
Chapter VII. 1816-1818.
Chapter VIII. 1818-19.
Chapter IX. 1820-1821.
Chapter X. 1822-24.
Chapter XI. 1825-1827.
Vol. II Contents
Chapter I. 1828-1830.
Chapter II. 1831-34.
Chapter III. 1834-1837.
Chapter IV. 1838-41.
Chapter V. 1842-44.
Chapter VI. 1845-46.
Chapter VII. 1847-50.
Chapter VIII. 1850
Chapter IX. 1851.
Chapter X. 1852-55.
Index
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‘Paris: 15th August, 1834.

‘My dear Friend,—This is the anniversary of the Ascension, and all the church bells in Paris (God damn them!) are pealing away as if it were for a wager—at the expense of my heretical ears. In the midst of all the confusion of ideas which this jangling has produced, I have recollection enough left me to consider that, as my letter is to contain a request, I had better get over that disagreeable part of it first in order to have more pleasure in writing the rest. [Having explained about the loan, and said that he was going to Algiers, and
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meant to write a book about the colony, he proceeds.] When I explain my sole reason for wishing to visit Algiers, provided the means reach me, not to be known yet for a little time, I am sure your kind heart will enter into my feelings, though I have not had the means of joining my fate with a certain inestimable person whom you have seen, and whom I perhaps need not name, yet our friendship is unabated, and her anxiety about my health and welfare is as watchful as ever. In good time I shall communicate to her my intention, but if I did so suddenly and at present her imagination would conjure up all manner of deaths and dangers as awaiting me—fevers, Arabs of the desert, &c. Now though I know there is a sort of fever at present in the colony, yet I have not the least apprehension of the climate in November, and I am one of the fearless creatures who never catch contagion. Altogether I would rather wish that my African scheme were not mentioned at present. I am sorry to find that neither you nor I are half so popular in Paris as either
Galt or Bulwer. They call us the two Purists—“sed mallem mehercule cum Platone errare quam cum aliis recte sentire.” We have both, however, gone through more than one edition. I have said Galt. No, I am wrong. It is Allan Cunningham who is the fashion at present, and the arrivals that have been most frequently announced are those of the celebrated Dr. Bowring and Dr. Lardner!!!. . . . At the distribution of prizes, however, among the élèves of the Institution for the Sourds-Muets, a French lady sent in my name to the President, and we were transferred from a bad station near the door to the dais, and were seated
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fast by the President’s chair. One of the ex-élèves, a remarkably sprightly young man, came up to me making signs of great cordiality, and wrote a very complimentary note on the crown of his hat, saying that he knew English well, and proved to me that he had read my poems, by a quotation. He sat near me and we conversed on paper. He mentioned also your works with evident acquaintance and admiration. I was going to say he spoke, for there was almost speech in his gesticulations. The exhibition of the poor young creatures was touchingly interesting—but the effect was a little spoilt by a pedantic schoolmaster, who was their showman. I saw at one exchange of looks that my friend, the ex-élève, had the same opinion of him with myself, and I wrote to him, “My faith, your orator makes me begin to doubt if speech be such a blessing, for I have been this half-hour wishing myself deaf and him dumb.” My dumb friend rubbed his hands with a look of delight, and immediately turned round to another ex-élève, telling him my joke on his fingers. He again told it to his neighbour, and in a few minutes it was telegraphed through the whole benches of the ex-élèves, and was everywhere received with nods and smiles.

‘The heat has been intolerable here; I hope your weather is behaving better. Somehow or other I have not seen so much of Paris as I ought, though I have been at the opening of the Chambers, and was hugely delighted. But I am sanguine in the hope that I shall glean a good deal of instruction in my tour to come, and be able to send you some more interesting accounts of it. Have the kindness to address to me: Chez
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Madame Fleury, No. 43 Rue Neuve St. Augustin, Paris.

‘I beg to be kindly remembered to Miss Rogers.

Thos. Campbell.’