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Memoirs of William Hazlitt
Ch. XII 1808
Mary Lamb to Sarah Stoddart Hazlitt, [30 March 1810]

Chap. I 1778-1811
Ch. II: 1791-95
Ch. III 1795-98
Ch. IV 1798
Ch. V 1798
Ch. VI 1792-1803
Ch. VII 1803-05
Ch. VIII 1803-05
Ch. IX
Ch. X 1807
Ch. XI 1808
Ch. XII 1808
Ch. XII 1812
Ch. XIV 1814-15
Ch. XV 1814-17
Ch. XVI 1818
Ch. XVII 1820
Ch. XX 1821
Ch. I 1821
Ch. II 1821-22
Ch. III 1821-22
Ch. IV 1822
Ch. V 1822
Ch. VI 1822
Ch. VII 1822-23
Ch. VIII 1822
Ch. IX 1823
Ch. X 1824
Ch. XI 1825
Ch. XII 1825
Ch. XIII 1825
Ch. XIV 1825
Ch. XV 1825
Ch. XVI 1825-27
Ch. XVII 1826-28
Ch. XVIII 1829-30
Ch. XX
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[Nov. 30, 1810.]
“My dear Sarah,

“I have taken a large sheet of paper, as if I were going to write a long letter; but that is by no means my intention, for I only have time to write three lines to notify what I ought to have done the moment I received your welcome letter, namely, that I shall be very much joyed to see you. Every morning lately I have been expecting to see you drop in, even before your letter came; and I have been setting my wits to work how to make you as comfortable as the nature of our inhospitable habits will admit. I must work while you are here, and I have been trying very hard to get through with something before you come, that I may be quite in the way of it, and not tease you with complaints all day that I do not know what to do.

“I am very sorry to hear of your mischance. . . . The alternating Wednesdays will chop off one day in the week from your jollydays, and I do not know how I
shall make it up to you. But I will contrive the best I can.
Phillips comes again pretty regularly, to the great joy of Mrs. Reynolds. Once more she hears the well-loved sounds of ‘How do you do, Mrs. Reynolds? How does Miss Chambers do?’

“I have drawn out my three lines amazingly. Now for family news. Your brother’s little twins are not dead; but Mrs. John Hazlitt and her baby may be for anything I know to the contrary, for I have not been there for a prodigious long time. Mrs. Holcroft still goes about from Nicholson to Tuthill, from Tuthill to Godwin, and from Godwin to Tuthill, and from Tuthill to Nicholson, to consult on the publication or no publication of the life of the good man her husband. It is called the ‘Life Everlasting.’ How does that same Life go on in your parts?

“Good-bye. God bless you. I shall be glad to see you when you come this way.

“Yours most affectionately,
“M. Lamb.
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“Mrs. Hazlitt, at Mr. Hazlitt’s,
“Winterslow, near Salisbury.”