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A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith
Letters 1826
Sydney Smith to Lady Grey, [14] September 1826

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Foston, September, 1826.
My dear Lady Grey,

We have had Mr. Whishaw and Mr. Jeffrey here, and a number of very sensible, agreeable men, coming up to the imperfect idea I am able to form of good
society. You have had a brisk time of it at Howick, and all the organs of combativeness have been called into action. I hope you are cooling. We have been, ever since I have been here, in the horror of elections—each party acting and thinking as if the salvation of several planets depended upon the adoption of Mr. Johnson and the rejection of Mr. Jackson.

I think it is the hot weather which has agreed with you; it is quite certain that it has not agreed with me. I never suffered so much from any species of weather; but I am, you know, of the family of Falstaff.

Pray make all my friends (meaning by that expression your daughters) study languages on the Hamiltonian method.

I hope you found Howick in high beauty. It must have been an affecting meeting. You left it under the conviction that you should see it no more, though I told you all the time you would live to be eighty.

Pray read Agar Ellice’sIron Mask;’ not so much for that question, though it is not devoid of curiosity, as to remark the horrible atrocities perpetrated under absolute monarchies; and to justify and extol Lord Grey, and, at the humblest distance, Sydney Smith and other men, who, according to their station in life and the different talents given them, have defended liberty.

God bless you, dear Lady Grey!

From your affectionate friend,
Sydney Smith.