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A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith
Letters 1832
Sydney Smith to Georgiana Meynell Ingram, 16 December 1832
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Combe Florey, Dec. 16th, 1832.
Dear Mrs. Meynell,

I often think of you, though I do not write to you. I am delighted to find the elections have gone so well. The blackguards and democrats have been defeated almost universally, and I hope Meynell is less alarmed, though I am afraid he will never forgive me Mrs. Partington; in return, I have taken no part in the county election, and am behaving quite like a dignitary of the Church; that is, I am confining myself to digestion.

Read Memoirs of Constant, Buonaparte’s valet-de-chambre, and Mrs. Trollope’s ‘Refugees in America.’ The story is foolish, but the picture of American manners excellent; and why should not the Americans be ridiculed, if they are ridiculous?

I see no prospect of a change of Ministry, but think the Whigs much stronger than they were when we were in town. I have come to the end of my career, and have nothing now to do but to grow old merrily and to die without pain. Yours,

Sydney Smith.