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Samuel Rogers and his Contemporaries
Samuel Rogers to Mrs. Greg, 9 November 1818
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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.
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‘Highbury: Nov. 9, 1818.

‘My dear Friend,—Thank you most sincerely for your kind letter. I should, I believe, have answered it that same day—so grateful did I feel for it—but that I waited to make some enquiries respecting Mr. Cogan’s school. Mr. Towgood has sent all his sons there but one who was not very strong and has never been to any school but as a day boarder; the youngest is there now, and is just fourteen, so that he can’t give a stronger proof of his opinion of it. Only the two eldest of the Sharpes, from some circumstances, have been there, but Miss Sharpe says that she much prefers it to any school she ever heard of, as the boys are not only made to learn while there but are inspired with the love of it, which is certainly of the greatest importance, for what is learnt at school is of trifling consequence provided it is not followed up afterwards. Mrs. Cogan is a very kind and good nurse, but as the house is too much crowded to allow of any rooms being set apart for the sick, it would not be so eligible a situation for a delicate boy whose friends live at a distance, and the majority are certainly under fourteen. Now, if there is anything more you wish to learn about it, do but write and I will send you every particular, which will be no trouble to me to procure. With regard to health, I ought to mention that two physicians whom we know have had all their sons there—Dr. Pett and Dr. Lister—and are, of
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course, satisfied or they would not have sent one after the other. . . . My spring campaign was cut very short by a short but severe illness which I had in the beginning of June, the effect of which, as far at least as my looks are concerned, my friends tell me I have but just recovered; in other respects, however, I have been quite well some time, but I have spent a very unsettled summer, as I was some time at Worthing for the benefit of the sea air, and then, with that and visits to different friends, I have only been settled at home since last Wednesday, but now I mean to remain stationary for some time. And so this is a long history of myself, which you kindly asked for or I would not have given you so much of. And now I must scold you a little for saying nothing, absolutely nothing, about one in whom I am sure you know I am so much interested,—I need not say I mean you; I trust, however, that you are well. I dined on Friday with
Dr. Holland in St. James’s Place; as he had so lately returned out of Cheshire I hoped to have heard a great deal about you, and to my disappointment he had not even seen you. He is delighted with his journey to Spa, and well he may. I hear from other quarters that he was so much engaged there professionally that he had scarcely a minute to himself, and could scarcely have cleared less than a thousand pounds,—on Friday he went away to a consultation as soon as we had left the dining-room, and, indeed, almost always is obliged to do so. There can be no doubt of his getting great practice. I am sure your heart must have ached for the Romillys 1 and for poor

1 Sir Samuel Romilly’s death, in a moment of aberration caused by the death of his wife three days before, occurred on the 2nd of November.

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Dr. Roget. Of those that are left, I think I feel most for him at present; to him I am sure the consequences will be very, very lasting; the young people will sooner recover. No event ever excited a deeper feeling, not only amongst their friends but in every circle. I was very much pleased with the “Life of Mrs. Hamilton.” I took it up without the least expectation, as I thought the account of any person living in retirement, however amiable and superior in abilities, could not be very interesting, and, likewise, I was not much prejudiced in favour of the author; she has, however, I think, contrived to make me quite in love with her subject and to be sorry to lay the book down, so, then, for the future, I must, I think, admire the author; and, indeed, I ought to say that I had no reason for my former prejudice, excepting that her appearance and manners were unlike other people. Poor Miss Edgeworth’s visits to England must be sadly clouded. I am sorry to hear that she does not mean to publish her father’s life; it must have been very entertaining, but, with a daughter’s feelings, I almost wonder how it was ever thought of. Lord Byron is soon to appear before the public again. You did not like “Beppo” and won’t be glad. Ought I to be ashamed to say how much it entertained me? . . . I am very glad to hear of Sam’s having a home, though in the city, as I hope you may be induced to visit him, now that you can do so with so little trouble. It seems to me much longer than usual since I have seen you, and I can scarcely persuade myself it is only two years. This is the first summer I have missed being in Worcestershire for many years. I am sorry to say my sister Towgood has still got a sick house, her second girl
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has been unwell for some time, though I hope not alarmingly so. The rest of us are well. The two eldest Sharpes have been making tours on the Continent, the third is still in Hamburg and is now in a counting-house there. Accept my brother’s and my united kind regards, and believe me, ever very affectionately yours,

S. Rogers.’