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S. T. Coleridge. Josiah Wedgewood." "Keswick, Oct. 20, 1802. My dear sir, This is my birthday, my thirtieth.
He makes such a mystery out of plain and palpable things, and never tells you any thing without first exciting, and detaining your curiosity. But it were a bad heart that could not pardon worse faults than these in the author of 'The Diversions of Purley. Believe me, my dear sir, with much affection Yours, S. T. Coleridge. Thomas Wedgewood, Esq." "21, Buckingham Street, Feb. 1800. My dear sir,
Sternhold broke in the banisters, and nearly fell through. There was such a noise and chatter you could not hear the singing of the Miss Gashleighs, which was no great loss. Lady Bungay could hardly get to her carriage, being entangled with Colonel Wedgewood in the passage. An absurd attempt was made to get up a dance of some kind; but before Mrs.
Sorry if there should be no one with you, who could with fellow-feeling and general like-mindedness, yield you sympathy in your sunshiny moments. Dear Wedgewood, my heart swells within me as it were.
Guillemard, and Mrs. Marcet at Mrs. Edward Romilly's. Mrs. Darwin is the youngest daughter of Jos. Wedgewood, and is worthy of both father and mother; affectionate, and unaffected, and young as she is, full of old times, she has her mother's radiantly cheerful countenance, even now, debarred from all London gaieties and all gaiety but that of her own mind by close attendance on her sick husband.
Josiah Wedgewood, Esq." "Friday night, Jan. 14, 1803. Dear Friend, I was glad at heart to receive your letter, and still more gladdened by the reading of it.
About the same time there was a project of Godwin and Thomas Wedgewood keeping house together; but as they seem to have much differed when together, the plan was wisely dropped.
She was quite aware that he did not take an absorbing interest in the questions which engrossed so much of her own thought. 'The saddest thing about it is that nobody seems to care anything about what has become of her, she said, as she took the dainty Wedgewood teapot in her hand.
In her hands she carried the precious Wedgewood basket, and Helga and her daughter had charge of the flowers and of several glass vases for their reception. In an hour all Thora required had been brought safely to the vestry of Saint Magnus, and then she found herself quite alone in this grand, dim, silent House of God.
Immediately on the receipt of yours, I wrote to Sir Joseph Banks, who I verily believe is one of the most excellent and useful men of this country, requesting a small quantity of Bang, and saying it was for the use of Mr. T. Wedgewood.
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