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Samuel Rogers and his Contemporaries
John Forster to Samuel Rogers, 9 September 1851

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.
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‘Fort House, Broadstairs, Kent: 9th Sept., 1851.

‘My dear Mr. Rogers,—I find by a card I have received this morning, that you have been so kind as to call upon me in town. I therefore trouble you with this note as my only present means of returning your call. I came here a few days after I last had the pleasure of breakfasting with you, and am to stay about three weeks longer. I do all my work here, and go up to town every Friday to correct my proofs, coming back early on the Saturday, as the railroad now enables us to do. I am staying with Dickens, who, with all his family, desire their most kind remembrances to you.

‘This place is full of associations connected with you, which make it more pleasant to all of us. A steamer from Hamburg (or Rotterdam), with a large cargo of live cattle, was wrecked on the Goodwin Sands at midnight on Saturday. Early on Sunday the Broadstairs boatmen went out to the wreck to save or to render what assistance they could; and at ten on Sunday night they returned with sixteen oxen and twenty-four sheep, of course all dead. Such of the poor creatures as the boatmen had found alive, still swimming about the wreck,
they were obliged to kill before they could secure them—and several of them had been carrying on the desperate struggle for life in the water more than eighteen hours. The incident made quite a stir on the little pier on Sunday night. But I beg your pardon for boring you, my dear
Mr. Rogers, when I only intended, in writing this note, to say that as soon as ever my sea-side holiday is over, I shall call in St. James’s Place on the chance of your being in town; and I beg you to believe me always

‘Most sincerely yours,
John Forster.’