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Samuel Rogers and his Contemporaries
Samuel Rogers to Henry Mackenzie, [November 1804]

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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‘When yours arrived here I was from home. I returned full of cold and fever, and a thousand fancies which have clung to me ever since, and have rendered me absolutely fit for nothing. But I am now beginning to breathe again, and hope by means of two great doctors, not Galen and Hippocrates, but a horse and a cow, to become a miracle of health and strength. . . . So the star which first discovered itself in your sky is soon to be visible in ours? Mrs. Siddons, from a discreet regard to her amplitude of person, begs leave to

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decline comparison with this actor from Liliput, but we are all on tiptoe and prepared to die in the crowd. . . . There is a
printer, I understand, in our town who is perfectly intoxicated with happiness, and who stops his friends to inquire whether any man was ever so distinguished before. He is at once employed on “Madoc” and on “The Lay of the Last Minstrel,” so we may expect great amusement this winter. . . . S. Smith is now very happy and very busy preparing, as he says, his moral philosophy for the ladies. I met him not long ago in the fields, lost in thought and full of his subject. Roscoe’sLeo X.” is nearly printed, which reminds me of a book I have just read with great delight. Alas! there are not above six copies of it existing, but I will not rest till it is reprinted, I mean Tenhove’s “Memoirs of the House of Medici.” It is, if I may say so, all kernel and no shell, and as interesting as a French Memoir. If histories were written as histories should be, boys and girls would cry to read them.’