bibliographer that a second edition of Elia was published in 1833. The
tale of Bo-Bo is in the "Dissertation on Roast Pig."
Lamb sent Mr. Childs a copy of _John Woodvil_, in which he wrote:--]
LETTER 613
FROM THE AUTHOR
In great haste, the Pig was _faultless_,--we got decently merry after it
and chirpt and sang "Heigh! Bessy Bungay!" in honour of the Sender. Pray
let me have a line to say you got the Books; keep the _1st vol._--two or
three months, so long as it comes home at last.
LETTER 614
CHARLES LAMB TO MRS. GEORGE DYER
Dec. 22nd, 1834.
Dear Mrs. Dyer,--I am very uneasy about a _Book_ which I either have
lost or left at your house on Thursday. It was the book I went out to
fetch from Miss Buffam's, while the tripe was frying. It is called
Phillip's Theatrum Poetarum; but it is an English book. I think I left
it in the parlour. It is Mr. Cary's book, and I would not lose it for
the world. Pray, if you find it, book it at the Swan, Snow Hill, by an
Edmonton stage immediately, directed to Mr. Lamb, Church-street,
Edmonton, or write to say you cannot find it. I am quite anxious about
it. If it is lost, I shall never like tripe again.
With kindest love to Mr. Dyer and all,
Yours truly,
C. LAMB.
[In the life of H.F. Cary by his son we read: "He [Lamb] had borrowed of
my father Phillips's _Theatrum Poetarum Anglicanorum_, which was
returned by Lamb's friend, Mr. Moxon, with the leaf folded down at the
account of Sir Philip Sydney." Mr. Cary acknowledged the receipt of the
book by the following
LINES TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES LAMB
So should it be, my gentle friend;
Thy leaf last closed at Sydney's end.
Thou too, like Sydney, wouldst have given
The water, thirsting and near heaven;
Nay were it wine, fill'd to the brim,
Thou hadst look'd hard, but given, like him.
And art thou mingled then among
Those famous sons of ancient song?
And do they gather round, and praise
Thy relish Of their nobler lays?
Waxing in mirth to hear thee tell
With what strange mortals thou didst dwell!
At thy quaint sallies more delighted,
Than any's long among them lighted!
'Tis done: and thou hast join'd a crew,
To whom thy soul was justly due;
And yet I think, where'er thou be,
They'll scarcely love thee more than we.
This is the last letter of Charles Lamb, who tripped and fell in Church
Street, Edmonton, on December 22, and died of erysipelas on December 27.
At the time of his death Lamb was very nearly sixty. His birthday was
February 10.
Mary Lamb, with occasional lapses into sound health, survived him until
May 20, 1847. At first she continued to live at Edmonton, but a few
years later moved to the house of Mrs. Parsons, sister of her old nurse,
Miss James, in St. John's Wood. I append three letters, two written and
one inspired, by her, to Miss Jane Norris, one of the daughters of
Randal Norris. Of the friends mentioned therein I might add that Edward
Moxon lived until 1858; Mrs. Edward Moxon until 1891; James Kenney until
1849; Thomas Hood until 1845; and Barron Field until 1846.]
LETTER 615
MARY LAMB TO JANE NORRIS
[41 Alpha Road, Regent's Park]
Christmas Day [1841].
My dear Jane,--Many thanks for your kind presents--your Michalmas goose.
I thought Mr. Moxon had written to thank you--the turkeys and nice
apples came yesterday.
Give my love to your dear Mother. I was unhappy to find your note in the
basket, for I am always thinking of you all, and wondering when I shall
ever see any of you again. I long to shew you what a nice snug place I
have got into--in the midst of a pleasant little garden. I have a room
for myself and my old books on the ground floor, and a little bedroom up
two pairs of stairs. When you come to town, if you have not time to go
[to] the Moxons, an Omnibus from the Bell and Crown in Holborn would
[bring] you to our door in [a] quarter of an hour. If your dear Mother
does not venture so far, I will contrive to pop down to see [her]. Love
and all seasonable wishes to your sister and Mary, &c. I am in the midst
of many friends--Mr. & Mrs. Kenney, Mr. & Mrs. Hood, Bar[r]on Field &
his brother Frank, & their wives &c., all within a short walk.
If the lodger is gone, I shall have a bedroom will hold two! Heaven
bless & preserve you all in health and happiness many a long year.
Yours affectionately,
M.A. LAMB.
LETTER 616
MARY LAMB TO JANE NORRIS
Oct. 3, 1842.
My dear Jane Norris,--Thanks, many thanks, my dear friend, for your kind
remembrances. What a nice Goose! That, and all its accompaniments in the
basket, we all devoured; the two legs fell to my share!!!
Your chearful [letter,] my Jane, made me feel "almost as good as new."
Your Mother and I _must meet again_. Do not be surprized if I pop in
again for a half-hour's call some fine frosty morning.
Thank you, dear Jane, for the happy tidings that my _old_ friend Miss
Bangham is alive, an[d] that Mary is still with you, unmarried. Heaven
bless you all.
Love to Mother, _Betsey_, Mary, &c. How I do long to see you.
I am always your affecately grateful friend,
MARY ANN LAMB.
LAST LETTER
Miss JAMES TO JANE NORRIS
41 Alpha Road, Regent's Park,
London, July 25, 1843.
Madam,--Miss Lamb, having seen the Death of your dear Mother in the
Times News Paper, is most anxious to hear from or to see one of you, as
she wishes to know how you intend settling yourselves, and to have a
full account of your dear Mother's last illness. She was much shocked on
reading of her death, and appeared very vexed that she had not been to
see her, [and] wanted very much to come down and see you both; but we
were really afraid to let her take the journey. If either of you are
coming up to town, she would be glad if you would call upon her, but
should you not be likely to come soon, she would be very much pleased if
one of you would have the goodness to write a few lines to her, as she
is most anxious about you. She begs you to excuse her writing to you
herself, as she don't feel equal to it; she asked me yesterday to write
for her. I am happy to say she is at present pretty well, although your
dear Mother's death appears to dwell much upon her mind. She desires her
kindest love to you both, and hopes to hear from you very soon, if you
are equal to writing. I sincerely hope you will oblige her, and am,
Madam,
Your obedient, &c.,
SARAH JAMES.
Pray don't invite her to come down to see you.
APPENDIX
CONSISTING OF THE LONGER PASSAGES FROM BOOKS REFERRED TO BY LAMB IN HIS
LETTERS
BERNARD BARTON'S "THE SPIRITUAL LAW"
FROM DEVOTIONAL VERSES, 1826 (_See_ Letter 388, _page_ 746)
"But the word is very nigh unto thee, in thy mouth, and in thy heart,
that them mayest do it."--Deut. xxx. 14.
Say not The law divine
Is hidden from thee, or far remov'd:
That law within would shine,
If there its glorious light were sought and lov'd.
Soar not on high,
Nor ask who thence shall bring it down to earth;
That vaulted sky
Hath no such star, didst thou but know its worth.
Nor launch thy bark
In search thereof upon a shoreless sea,
Which has no ark,
No dove to bring this olive-branch to thee.
Then do not roam
In search of that which wandering cannot win;
At home! At home!
That word is plac'd, thy mouth, thy heart within.
Oh! seek it there,
Turn to its teachings with devoted will;
Watch unto prayer,
And in the power of faith this law fulfil.
BARTON'S "THE TRANSLATION OF ENOCH"
FROM _NEW YEAR'S EVE_, 1828
(_See Letter_ 467, _page_ 841)
"And Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him."
Genesis.
Through proudly through the vaulted sky
Was borne Elisha's sire,
And dazzling unto mortal eye
His car and steeds of fire:
To me as glorious seems the change
Accorded to thy worth;
As instantaneous and as strange
Thy exit from this earth.
Something which wakes a deeper thrill,
These few brief words unfold,
Than all description's proudest skill
Could of that hour have told.
Fancy's keen eye may trace the course
Elijah held on high:
The car of flame, each fiery horse,
Her visions may supply;--
But THY transition mocks each dream
Framed by her wildest power,
Nor can her mastery supreme
_Conceive_ thy parting hour.
Were angels, with expanded wings,
As guides and guardians given?
Or did sweet sounds from seraphs' strings
Waft thee from earth to heaven?
'Twere vain to ask: we know but this--
Thy path from grief and time
Unto eternity and bliss,
Mysterious and sublime!
With God thou walkedst: and wast not!
And thought and fancy fail
Further than this to paint thy lot,
Or tell thy wondrous tale.
TALFOURD'S "VERSES IN MEMORY OF A CHILD NAMED AFTER CHARLES LAMB"
FROM THE FINAL MEMORIALS OF CHARLES LAMB
(_See_ Letter 469, _page_ 846)
Our gentle Charles has pass'd away
From Earth's short bondage free,
And left to us its leaden day
And mist-enshrouded sea.
Here, by the restless ocean's side,
Sweet hours of hope have flown,
When first the triumph of its tide
Seem'd omen of our own.
That eager joy the sea-breeze gave,
When first it raised his hair,
Sunk with each day's retiring wave,
Beyond the reach of prayer.
The sun-blink that through drizzling mist,
To flickering hope akin,
Lone waves with feeble fondness kiss'd,
No smile as faint can win;
Yet not in vain, with radiance weak,
The heavenly stranger gleams--
Not of the world it lights to speak,
But that from whence it streams.
That world our patient sufferer sought,
Serene with pitying eyes,
As if his mounting Spirit caught
The wisdom of the skies.
With boundless love it look'd abroad
For one bright moment given;
Shone with a loveliness that aw'd,
And quiver'd into Heaven.
A year made slow by care and toil
Has paced its weary round,
Since Death enrich'd with kindred spoil
The snow-clad, frost-ribb'd ground.
Then LAMB, with whose endearing name
Our boy we proudly graced,
Shrank from the warmth of sweeter fame
Than mightier Bards embraced.
Still 'twas a mournful joy to think
Our darling might supply
For years to us, a living link,
To name that cannot die.
And though such fancy gleam no more
On earthly sorrow's night,
Truth's nobler torch unveils the shore
Which lends to both its light.
The nurseling there that hand may take,
None ever grasp'd in vain,
And smiles of well-known sweetness wake,
Without their tinge of pain.
Though,'twixt the Child and child-like Bard,
Late seemed distinction wide.
They now may trace in Heaven's regard,
How near they were allied.
Within the infant's ample brow
Blythe fancies lay unfurl'd,
Which, all uncrush'd, may open now,
To charm a sinless world.
Though the soft spirit of those eyes
Might ne'er with LAMB'S compete--
Ne'er sparkle with a wit as wise,
Or melt in tears, as sweet;
That calm and unforgotten look
A kindred love reveals,
With his who never friend forsook,
Or hurt a thing that feels.
In thought profound, in wildest glee,
In sorrows dark and strange,
The soul of Lamb's bright infancy
Endured no spot or change.
From traits of each our love receives
For comfort, nobler scope;
While light, which child-like genius leaves.
Confirms the infant's hope;
And in that hope with sweetness fraught
Be aching hearts beguiled,
To blend in one delightful thought
The POET and the CHILD!
EDWARD FITZGERALD'S "THE MEADOWS IN SPRING"
FROM HONE'S _YEAR BOOK_
(_See Letter_ 535, _page_ 938)
'Tis a sad sight
To see the year dying;
When autumn's last wind
Sets the yellow wood sighing;
Sighing, oh sighing!
When such a time cometh,
I do retire
Into an old room,
Beside a bright fire;
Oh! pile a bright fire!
And there I sit
Reading old things
Of knights and ladies,
While the wind sings:
Oh! drearily sings!
I never look out,
Nor attend to the blast;
For, all to be seen,
Is the leaves falling fast:
Falling, falling!
But, close at the hearth,
Like a cricket, sit I;
Reading of summer
And chivalry:
Gallant chivalry!
Then, with an old friend,
I talk of our youth;
How 'twas gladsome, but often
Foolish, forsooth,
But gladsome, gladsome.
Or, to get merry,
We sing an old rhyme
That made the wood ring again
In summer time:
Sweet summer time!
Then take we to smoking,
Silent and snug:
Naught passes between us,
Save a brown jug;
Sometimes! sometimes!
And sometimes a tear
Will rise in each eye,
Seeing the two old friends,
So merrily;
So merrily!
And ere to bed
Go we, go we,
Down by the ashes
We kneel on the knee;
Praying, praying!
Thus then live I,
Till, breaking the gloom
Of winter, the bold sun
Is with me in the room!
Shining, shining!
Then the clouds part,
Swallows soaring between:
The spring is awake,
And the meadows are green,--
I jump up like mad;
Break the old pipe in twain;
And away to the meadows,
The meadows again!
EPSILON.
JAMES MONTGOMERY'S "THE COMMON LOT"
(_See Letter_ 535, _page_ 938)
A Birth-day Meditation, during a solitary winter walk of seven miles,
between a village in Derbyshire and Sheffield, when the ground was
covered with snow, the sky serene, and the morning air intensely pure.
Once in the flight of ages past,
There lived a man:--and WHO was HE?
--Mortal! howe'er thy lot be cast,
That man resembled Thee.
Unknown the region of his birth,
The land in which he died unknown:
His name has perish'd from the earth;
This truth survives alone:--
That joy and grief, and hope and fear,
Alternate triumph'd in his breast;
His bliss and woe,--a smile, a tear!--
Oblivion hides the rest.
The bounding pulse, the languid limb,
The changing spirits' rise and fall;
We know that these were felt by him,
For these are felt by all.
He suffer'd,--but his pangs are o'er;
Enjoy'd,--but his delights are fled;
Had friends,--his friends are now no more;
And foes,--his foes are dead.
He loved,--but whom he loved, the grave
Hath lost in its unconscious womb:
O. she was fair!--but nought could save
Her beauty from the tomb.
He saw whatever thou hast seen;
Encounter'd all that troubles thee:
He was--whatever thou hast been;
He is--what thou shalt be.
The rolling seasons, day and night,
Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main,
Erewhile his portion, life and light,
To him exist in vain.
The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye
That once their shades and glory threw,
Have left in yonder silent sky
No vestige where they flew.
The annals of the human race,
Their ruins, since the world began,
Of HIM afford no other trace
Than this,--THERE LIVED A MAN!
November 4, 1805. BARRY CORNWALL'S "EPISTLE TO CHARLES LAMB;
ON HIS EMANCIPATION FROM CLERKSHIP"
(WRITTEN OVER A FLASK OF SHERRIS)
FROM _ENGLISH SONGS_
(_See Letter_ 551, _page_ 952)
Dear Lamb! I drink to thee,--to _thee_
Married to sweet Liberty!
What, old friend, and art thou freed
From the bondage of the pen?
Free from care and toil indeed?
Free to wander amongst men
When and howsoe'er thou wilt?
_All_ thy drops of labour spilt,
On those huge and figured pages,
Which will sleep unclasp'd for ages,
Little knowing who did wield
The quill that traversed their white field?
Come,--another mighty health!
Thou hast earn'd thy sum of wealth,--
Countless ease,--immortal leisure,--
Days and nights of boundless pleasure,
Checquer'd by no dreams of pain,
Such as hangs on clerk-like brain
Like a night-mare, and doth press
The happy soul from happiness.
Oh! happy thou,--whose all of time
(Day and eve, and morning prime)
Is fill'd with talk on pleasant themes,--
Or visions quaint, which come in dreams
Such as panther'd Bacchus rules,
When his rod is on "the schools,"
Mixing wisdom with their wine;--
Or, perhaps, thy wit so fine
Strayeth in some elder book,
Whereon our modern Solons look
With severe ungifted eyes,
Wondering what thou seest to prize.
Happy thou, whose skill can take
Pleasure at each turn, and slake
Thy thirst by every fountain's brink,
Where less wise men would pause to shrink:
Sometimes, 'mid stately avenues
With Cowley thou, or Marvel's muse,
Dost walk; or Gray, by Eton's towers;
Or Pope, in Hampton's chesnut bowers;
Or Walton, by his loved Lea stream:
Or dost thou with our Milton dream,
Of Eden and the Apocalypse,
And hear the words from his great lips?
Speak,--in what grove or hazel shade,
For "musing meditation made,"
Dost wander?--or on Penshurst Lawn,
Where Sidney's fame had time to dawn
And die, ere yet the hate of Men
Could envy at his perfect pen?
Or, dost thou, in some London street,
(With voices fill'd and thronging feet,)
Loiter, with mien 'twixt grave and gay?--
Or take along some pathway sweet,
Thy calm suburban way?
Happy beyond that man of Ross,
Whom mere content could ne'er engross,
Art thou,--with hope, health, "learned leisure;"
Friends, books, thy thoughts, an endless pleasure!
--Yet--yet,--(for when was pleasure made
Sunshine all without a shade?)
Thou, perhaps, as now thou rovest
Through the busy scenes thou lovest,
With an Idler's careless look,
Turning some moth-pierced book,
Feel'st a sharp and sudden woe
For visions vanished long ago!
And then thou think'st how time has fled
Over thy unsilvered head,
Snatching many a fellow mind
Away, and leaving--what?--behind!
Nought, alas! save joy and pain
Mingled ever, like a strain
Of music where the discords vie
With the truer harmony.
So, perhaps, with thee the vein
Is sullied ever,--so the chain
Of habits and affections old,
Like a weight of solid gold,
Presseth on thy gentle breast,
Till sorrow rob thee of thy rest.
Ay: so't must be!--Ev'n I, (whose lot
The fairy Love so long forgot,)
Seated beside this Sherris wine,
And near to books and shapes divine,
Which poets, and the painters past
Have wrought in lines that aye shall last,--
Ev'n I, with Shakspeare's self beside me,
And one whose tender talk can guide me
Through fears, and pains, and troublous themes,
Whose smile doth fall upon my dreams
Like sunshine on a stormy sea,--
Want _something_--when I think of thee!
LIST OF LETTERS
ALPHABETICALLY ARRANGED
Aders, Charles, to Jan. 8, 1823
Ainsworth, W. Harrison, to May 7, 1822
Dec. 9, 1823
Dec. 29, --
Aitken, J., to July 5, 1825
Allsop, Thomas, to July 13, 1820
? 1821
? --
March 30, --
Oct. 21, --
July, 1823
Sept. 6, --
Sept. 9, --
Sept. 10, --
Sept. --
? Oct. --
Jan. 17, 1825
Sept. 9, --
Sept. 24, --
Dec. 5, --
? Middle
Dec., 1827
Dec. 20, --
Jan. 9, 1828
May 1, --
Jan. 28, 1829
Late July, --
July 2, 1832
Mrs. Thomas, to April 13, 1824
Arnold, S.J., to (from Charles and Mary Lamb) No date.
Asbury, Jacob Vale, to ? April, 1830
No date.
_Athenaeum_, printer of, to No date. 1834
Ayrton, William, to May 12, 1817
Oct. 27, 1821
March 14, 1830
Mrs. William, to Jan. 23, 1821
March 15, --
(from Mary Lamb) No date.
April 16, 1833
Barton, Bernard, to Sept. 11, 1822
Oct. 9, --
Dec. 23, --
Jan. 9, 1823
Feb. 17, --
March 11, --
April 5, --
May 3, --
July 10, --
Sept. 2, --
Sept. 17, --
Nov. 22, --
Jan. 9, 1824
Jan. 23, --
Feb. 25, --
March 24, --
Early
Spring, --
May 15, --
July 7, --
Aug. 17, --
Sept. 30, --
Dec. 1, --
Feb. 10, 1825
March 23, --
April 6, --
July 2, --
Aug. 10, --
Feb. 7, 1826
March 20, --
May 16, --
Sept. 26, --
No date. --
No date. 1827
June 11, --
Aug. 10, --
Aug. 28, --
Late --
Dec. 4, --
End of --
April 21, 1828
Oct. 11, --
Dec. 5, --
March 25, 1829
June 3, --
July 25, --
Dec. 8, --
Feb. 25, 1830
June 28, --
Aug. 30, --
April 30, 1831
Lucy, to (P.S. to letter to B.B.) Dec. 1, 1824
Betham, Barbara, to (from Mary Lamb) Nov. 2, 1814
Mary, to June 5, 1833
June 5, --
Jan. 24, 1834
Matilda, to No date. 1808
No date. --
(from Mary Lamb) ? 1811
? Late
Summer, 1815
No date. --
No date. --
June 1, 1816
June, 1833
Cary, Rev. H.F., to Oct. 14, 1823
April 3, 1826
May 6, 1831
Sept. 9, 1833
(from Charles and Mary Lamb) Sept. 12, 1834
Oct. --
Oct. 18, --
Chambers, Charles, to ? May, 1825
Childs, Mr., to ? Dec., 1834
No date. --
Clare, John, to Aug. 31, 1822
Clarke, Charles Cowden, to Summer, 1821
Feb. 25, 1828
Oct., --
Dec., --
Feb. 2, 1829
End of
June, 1834
Clarkson, Thomas and Catherine, to June, 1807
Clarkson, Mrs. Thomas, to (from Mary Lamb) Dec. 10, 1808
Dec. 10, --
Colburn (?), Henry, to June 14, (?1825)
Sept. 25, 1837
Coleridge, S.T., to May 27, 1796
End of May --
June 10, --
June 13, --
July 1, --
July 5, --
July 6, --
Sept. 27, --
Oct. 3, --
Oct. 17, --
Oct. 24, --
Oct. 28, --
Nov. 8, --
Nov. 14, --
Dec. 2, --
Dec. 5, --
Dec. 9, --
Dec. 10, --
Jan. 2, 1797
Jan. 10, --
Jan. 18, --
Feb. 5, --
Feb. 13, --
April 7, --
April 15, --
June 13, --
June 24, --
? June 29, --
Late July --
Aug. 24, --
About
Sept. 20, --
Jan. 28, 1798
Early
Summer, --
? Jan. 23, 1800
? April
16 or 17, --
? Spring, --
May 12, --
Coleridge, S.T., to ? Late
July, --
Aug. 6, --
Aug. 14, --
Aug. 26, --
Sept. 8, 1802
Oct. 9, --
Oct. 11, --
Oct. 23, --
Nov. 4, --
April 13, 1803
May 27, --
March 10, 1804
April 5, --
(from Mary Lamb) No date.
June 7, 1809
Oct. 30, --
Aug. 13, 1814
Aug. 26, --
Dec. 24, 1818
? Summer, 1819
Jan 10, 1820
? Autumn, --
May 1, 1821
March 9, 1822
? June, 1825
July 2, --
March 22, 1826
June 1, --
April 14, 1832
Mrs. S.T., to (from Mary Lamb) Oct. 13, 1804
Collier, John Dyer, to No date. 1812
Mr. and Mrs. J.D., to Jan. 6, 1823
Mrs. J.D., to (from Mary Lamb) No date.
Nov. 2, 1824
John Payne, to Dec 10, 1817
May 16, 1821
Cottle, Joseph, to Nov. 5, 1819
? Late --
? May 26, 1820
Dibdin, John Bates, to ? 1823
May 6, --
Oct 28, --
July 28, 1824
Jan. 11, 1825
June 30, 1826
July 14, --
Sept. 9, --
Sept. 5, 1827
Sept. 13, --
Sept. 18 --
Oct. 2, --
Dilke, Charles Wentworth, to March 5, 1832
Feb., 1833
April, --
Middle Dec --
No date. ? 1834
No date. --
End of July --
Dyer, George, to Dec. 5, 1808
? Jan., 1829
April 29, --
Dec. 20, 1830
Feb. 22, 1831
Mrs. George, to Dec. 22, 1834
Elton, C.A., to Aug. 17, 1821
Field, Barren, to Aug. 31, 1817
Aug. 16, 1820
Sept. 22, 1822
Oct. 4, 1827
Forster, John, to ? Late
April, 1832
Dec. 23, --
No date.
No date.
No date.
? March, 1833
May, --
May 12, --
June 25, 1834
Fryer, Miss, to Feb. 14, --
No date.
Gillman, James, to May 2, 1821
Oct. 26, 1829
? Nov. 29, --
Nov. 30 --
March 8, 1830
? Early
Spring, --
Gillman, Rev. James, to May 7, 1833
Aug. 5, 1834
Godwin, William, to Dec. 4, 1800
No date.
Autumn, --
Dec. 10, --
Dec. 14, --
June 29, 1801
Sept. 9, --
Sept. 17, --
Nov. 8, 1803
Nov. 10, --
? 1806
March 11, 1808
? 1810
May 16, 1822
Mrs., to No date.
Gutch, John Mathew, to No date. 1800
April 9, 1810
Haydon, Benjamin Robert, to Dec. 26, 1817
Oct. 9, 1822
Oct. 29, --
March, 1827
Aug., 1828
Hazlitt, William, to Nov. 10, 1805
Jan. 15, 1806
Feb. 19, --
March 15, --
Aug. 9, 1810
Nov. 28, --
Oct. 2, 1811
Mrs. W. _See_ Stoddart, Sarah
jr., William, to Sept. 13, 1831
Rev. W., to Feb. 18, 1808
Hill, Thomas, to No date.
Holcroft, jr., Thomas, to Autumn, 1819
Hone, William, to April, 1824
May 2, 1825
Oct. 24, --
April, 1827
End of May, --
June, --
Early July, --
Oct., --
Dec. 15, --
May 21, 1830
March 6, 1833
Hood, Thomas, to Aug. 10, 1824
May, 1827
Sept. 18, --
No date. ?--
Late
Autumn, 1828?
? May, 1829?
Hoods, the Thomas, to (from Mary Lamb) ? Summer, 1828
Hume, Joseph, to No date.
his daughters, to No date. 1832
Mrs., to No date.
Humphreys, Miss, to Jan. 27 1821
Hunt, Leigh, to April 18, --
? Nov., 1824
Dec., 1827
Hutchinson, Sarah, to (from Mary Lamb) Aug. 29 1815
Aug. 20, --
Oct. 19, --
(from Mary Lamb) Middle of
Nov., 1816
? Late --
April 25, 1823
(?) No date.
Nov. 25, 1824
Jan. 20, 1825
March 1, --
April 18, --