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Memoirs of William Hazlitt
Ch. XVII 1820
Margaret Hazlitt to William Hazlitt, 28 July 1820

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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“Dear William,

Sarah came here with the two boys* last night, as they could get no conveyance from Exeter to Crediton, and are gone there to-day. Harriett is gone there with them, and will be back with Sarah in the evening: let Mrs. Armstead know they are come safe and well. If we had known where to direct to you, we should not have sent Mary‡ to tell you of our father’s death, but would have written to you directly; but neither your mother nor I were well enough to write at the time, and we thought Sarah might be on the road, and have been expecting her every night since. Your father’s death was unexpected at last; for though we had been at one time doubtful of his living through the week, Mr. Nosworthy thought him much better on Saturday morning. He died on Sunday the 16th, about seven in the morning. To him his death was a release from a state of suffering: he made no complaint, nor did he give one groan, but went on talking of glory, honour, and immortality, and talking with me to the last. His senses returned the last few hours, and when he could not speak, he took my hand and put it into mother’s. He kept his bed but one day, and his appetite was very good; but he had water on his chest, and that we did not know for a long time, and we thought he might have lived many months longer. My mother is very

* Mrs. Armistead’s children. Mrs. A. was one of the residents at Winterslow. More of her, by-and-by.

John Hazlitt’s eldest daughter.

John Hazlitt’s second daughter.

weak and ill; it will be a long time before she recovers the distress and fatigue she has gone through. I am afraid I have not written very clearly, as my head is so confused for want of sleep. The habit of watching for so long a time prevents my sleeping now. I hope I shall get better soon, and be able to eat more than I do at present. Harriet had a letter from her
father this week; he still talks of going to Glasgow, but is not yet gone; her mother and the children are at Portsmouth; what she intends or can do I can’t think. Harriet had three letters from Barbadoes* last week. Mr. Stewart† talks of being here in about six weeks.

“My mother wishes to know if you intend to write anything in the ‘Repository,’ giving some account of your father? If you don’t, somebody else will, and you can do it best. Mr. Hinton‡ was asking about it, and wished to know if he could do anything for us in any way. The people here have been very kind in doing and ordering everything for us that we could not see about ourselves. Sarah intended to write some in this letter, but she will not be back time enough. We wish her to stay a week or two with us now she is here. We have got a bed to spare for you now whenever you like to come. I hope you will write to us soon: my mother wishes to hear from you, and know how you

* “Where her brother William, John Hazlitt’s only son, had settled.

† Who afterwards married Harriet Hazlitt.

‡ The Rev. G. P. Hinton, already mentioned. Mr. Hinton, and not Mr. Hazlitt, prepared the memoir, and sent it to the ‘Repository.’ See vol. xv. p. 677-9.

are. We all unite in love to you. I have no more to say, but farewell, and may God bless you.

“I am your affectionate sister,
“P. Hazlitt.
“Crediton, July 28th [1820].
[Endorsed.] ”
“W. Hazlitt, Esq.,
“At the Hut, Winterslow, near Salisbury.”