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Literary Life of the Rev. William Harness
Catherine Grace Frances Gore to William Harness, [1848?]

Chapter I.
Chapter II.
Chapter III.
Chapter IV.
Chapter V.
Chapter VI.
Chapter VII.
Chapter VIII.
Chapter IX.
Chapter X.
Chapter XI.
Chapter XII.
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“Hamble Cliff, Friday.
“Dear Mr. Harness,

“Thanks a thousand times. Pray make no further inquiries about the books. You have told me all I want to know, in the names of the publishers. I had previously fancied that Hope’s ‘Essays’ were suppressed, and I remember giving £10 for a suppressed ‘English Bard.’ Apropos to the latter work, having been here quite alone lately (even my daughter away, on a visit) I have been reading over Byron’s Memoirs, and it made one melancholy to think that, of the galaxy therein glorified, only two were left—then the ‘old boys’ of the party: i.e., Rogers and Moore. While moralizing over the fact, I suddenly started up with ‘No! by Jove—there is William Harness (and younger than ever).’ I afterwards recollected the Guiccioli (then a bride), and another William, best forgotten. Five and thirty years have certainly passed over you more lightly than over the rest.

“I am sorry I cannot persuade you to come and listen to the melancholy autumnal song of the robins and the screaming of the gulls. They would afford you texts without end; and I have a bit of sea-shore all to myself, with a pleasant seat beside it, where you might go and talk to the waves like little Dombey or King Canute—whose chair, by the way, was set up hard by the seat in question—for
we are close to Netley. Again, many thanks for your letter, and believe me,

“Faithfully yours,
C. F. Gore.”