passing through the House. I will not carry this description farther; for I cannot give you such an idea as I could wish without taking more time than I have to spare. The next morning I was in Lord Brougham's study, and we were speaking of the debate. I suggested to him a blunder which the Duke of Wellington had committed in his speech, when he alluded to the case of Spain and Portugal as analogous to that of Canada and the United States; a blunder pregnant with the double error of fact and of the law of nations. Brougham said that I was right in the view I took. The report will not let you fully see, I think, the Duke's mistake; for it is quite curtailed. Brougham told me that I should have heard a good debate if Lansdowne had not spoken ‘so damned stupidly;’ for, if he had said any thing worth replying to, Copley would have spoken. We then passed to other things, and spoke, as we often have before, of versification. I expressed to him my admiration of Johnny Williams's Epigram on Napoleon, and told him that I thought it compared well with that on Themistocles in the Anthology. He said the latter was very fine; that he thought, however, there were others in the Anthology better, but that the Marquis of Wellesley was of a different opinion on this point, and that the Marquis was a much higher authority than himself on these matters. He then repeated to me Williams's lines on the Apollo, and took up his pen and wrote them down for me without referring to any copy, and as fast as I write English.1 I have the lines in Brougham's Greek autograph, and shall send them home. As I was leaving, he said: ‘You are still at 14 Vigo St.?’—‘No,’ said I, ‘I was never there: it is No. 2.’ ‘Why,’ said he, with an oath, ‘I have got you down in my address book, No. 14.’ He has given me a standing invitation to see him in his study any morning before two o'clock. I wish that I could believe in Brougham. All who best know him distrust his word. He said to me that his mother had written to him several times making inquiries about me, and expressing a kind interest for me. If I could believe this, I should feel more gratified than by any notice or compliment I have received in England. To think that I am remembered by that venerable, good, and great woman, is a pleasure indeed. I hardly know what dinner, or form of society, to describe to you. I have already sent you some account of almost every circle. Every day still brings its contribution of invitations, and proffered hospitality. This week, I have been obliged to decline three different invitations from the Marquis of Lansdowne, three from Samuel Rogers, one from Lord Langdale, Barry Cornwall, &c. One of the pleasantest dinners I ever enjoyed was with Mrs. Norton.2
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Chapter 16 : events at home.���Letters of friends.��� December , 1837 , to March , 1839 .���Age 26 - 28 .
Chapter 17 : London again.���characters of judges.���Oxford.���Cambridge��� November and December , 1838 .���Age, 27 .
Chapter 18 : Stratford-on-avon.���Warwick.���London.���Characters of judges and lawyers.���authors.���society.��� January , 1839 , to March , 1839 .���Age, 28 .
Chapter 19 : Paris again.��� March to April , 1839 .���Age, 28 .
Chapter 20 : Italy .��� May to September , 1839 .���Age, 28 .
Chapter 21 : Germany .��� October , 1839 , to March , 1840 .���Age, 28 - 29 .
Chapter 22 : England again, and the voyage home.��� March 17 to May 3 , 1840 . ���Age 29 .
Chapter 23 : return to his profession.��� 1840 - 41 .���Age, 29 - 30 .
Chapter 24 : Slavery and the law of nations.��� 1842 .���Age, 31 .
Chapter 25 : service for Crawford .���The Somers Mutiny.���The nation's duty as to slavery.��� 1843 .���Age, 32 .
Chapter 27 : services for education.���prison discipline.���Correspondence.��� January to July , 1845 .���age, 34 .
Chapter 28 : the city Oration,��� the true grandeur of nations. ���an argument against war.��� July 4 , 1845 .���Age 34 .
2 Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Sheridan, poet and novelist, daughter of Thomas Sheridan, granddaughter of Richard Brinsley Sheridan, was born in 1808, and married, in 1827, to George Chapple Norton, the Recorder of Guildford, a union which ended unhappily. In 1836, she was accused of criminal intimacy with Lord Melbourne, then prime minister, who, however, prevailed in a suit brought by her husband. Greville's ‘Memoirs,’ Chap. XXI. May 11, 25, and June 27, 1836. She married, March 1, 1877, Sir William Stirling (Maxwell), author of works on Spanish history and literature, who was her junior by ten years, and died the June following. Sumner met her in 1857, and found her then ‘as beautiful as ever.’
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