‘My dear Mr.
Rogers,—I cannot allow the year to close, as it will
before you get this, without sending you a world of kind remembrance and love,
and wishing for you the continued enjoyment of your serene and happy age. I
felt for you, on receiving the news of the dear and honoured Archbishop’s decease, as I did also last
year when Mr. Grenville was taken from
you. I knew how much you would feel their loss. But you did not, I know,
repine; you had enjoyed their society so long
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‘I cannot tell you how grateful I am to you for your kindness in allowing Mr. Harding to paint your portrait, which, to my vexation and surprise, I have not yet seen. Mr. Harding was allowed by me to take a copy, and having been much from home since his return last summer, and having with the dilatoriness of artists delayed his work, he has at length gone off to Washington and taken you along with him, to be the ornament of his studio there. I cannot lament that your likeness should be seen in Washington, as it will, by many of the most distinguished persons in this country, who pass the winter there: but it is with no small annoyance that I forego the pleasure of gazing upon your friendly countenance in the meantime. But spring will come and bring me the pleasing sight.
‘Would that it would do so in reality; but that train I must not pursue.
‘Adieu, my dear Mr. Rogers, and believe me ever affectionately yours,
‘My wife and daughter send their kindest remembrance and a cordial happy new year.’
