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A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith
Letters 1843
Sydney Smith to Harriet Grote, 18 December 1843
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Chapter III
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Chapter VI
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December 18th, 1843.

My dear Mrs. Grote, I hope the Irish fossils have reached you by this time, and that they are approved of.

508 MEMOIR OF THE REV. SYDNEY SMITH.
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My bomb has fallen very successfully in America, and the list of killed and wounded is extensive. I have several quires of paper sent me every day, calling me monster, thief, atheist, deist, etc. Duff Green sent me three pounds of cheese, and a Captain Monigan a large barrel of American apples. The last news from America will, I think, lower the Pennsylvanian funds.

I wonder how you are occupied. I am reading Montaigne. He thinks aloud, that is his great merit, but does not think remarkably well; mankind have improved in thinking and writing since that period. Have you read Senior’s article for the forthcoming Edinburgh Review? It is excellent, and does him great credit.

I went, while in town, one night to the Sartoris’, where Mrs. Sartoris was singing divinely. Your sincere friend,

Sydney Smith.