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A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith
Letters 1819
Sydney Smith to Lady Mary Bennet, [December 1818]
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Chapter III
Chapter IV
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Chapter VI
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Chapter IX
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Saville-row, December, (supposed to be) 1819.
My dear Lady Mary,

I was much amused with your thinking that you had discovered me in the Edinburgh Review; if you look at it again, you will find reason to alter your opinion.

I have brought all my children up to town; and they are, as you may suppose, not a little entertained and delighted. It is the first time they have ever seen four people together, except on remarkably fine days at the parish church. There seems to be nobody in town, nor will there be, I presume, before the meeting of Parliament.

I am writing to you at two o’clock in the morning, having heard of a clergyman who brought himself down from-twenty-six to sixteen stone in six months, by lessening his sleep. When he began, he was so fat that he could not walk, and now he walks every day up one of the highest hills in the country, and remains in perfect health. I shall be so thin when you see me, that you may trundle me about like a mop. God bless you!

Sydney Smith.