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A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith
Chapter XII
Francis Jeffrey to Saba Holland, 10 February 1845
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“Edinburgh, Feb. 10th, 1845.
“My dear Saba,

“I do not know when I have felt more moved and delighted, than when Professor Pillans came into my room yesterday with a short letter from our beloved Sydney (but in his wife’s handwriting), cheerfully written; and saying, among other things, and in substance, that he ‘looked forward to his recovery, and at all events was making very valuable progress:’ I think those were the words. I need not tell you how sad we have all been about him, nor what a gloom the accounts we have lately received have thrown over the circle of his ancient friends. While that lasted, I for one at least had not courage to distress you by any inquiry; but this letter has excited a less painful anxiety, and I hope you will forgive me for the trouble it leads me to give you. You cannot over-estimate the interest I take in the oldest and truest of my re-
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maining friends; and I believe I may say the same of Murray. Do then, my dear child, let us know whether we may not hope again.

“And believe me always affectionately yours,
“F. Jeffrey.”