a volume of poems in manuscript, written by Lady
John and illustrated by Lord John's stepdaughter, Mrs. Drummond. He had
lent it to Rogers.

MY DEAR LADY JOHN,--Yes! yes! yes! A thousand thanks to you both! I
need not say how delighted I shall be to avail myself of your
kindness. I would rather share a crust with you and Lord John in
your Paradise then sup in the Apollo with Lucullus
himself--yes--though Cicero and Pompey were to be of the party.

Yours most sincerely,

SAMUEL ROGERS

_Mr. Samuel Rogers to Lord John Russell_

_April_ 15, 1852

MY DEAR FRIEND,--How could you entrust me with anything so
precious, so invaluable, that when I leave it I run back to see if
it is lost? The work of two kindred minds which nor time nor chance
could sever, long may it live a monument of all that is beautiful,
and long may _they_ live to charm and to instruct when I am
gone and forgotten.

Yours ever,

S.R.

The next entry from Lady John's diary is dated March 14, 1852:

Yesterday John read a ballad in _Punch_ giving a very
unfavourable review of his conduct in dismissing Lord Palmerston,
in bringing forward Reform--indeed, in almost all he has done in
office. He felt this more than the attacks of graver and less
independent papers, and said, "That's hard upon a man who has
worked as I have for Reform"; but the moment of discouragement
passed away, and he walked up and down the room repeating Milton's
lines with the spirit and feeling of Milton:

"Yet hate I not a jot of heart or hope,
But steer right onward."

PEMBROKE LODGE

APPENDIX TO CHAPTER VI

My brother and I have here added a few recollections of our old home.

A.R.

Pembroke Lodge, an old-fashioned house, long and low, surrounded by thickly
wooded grounds, stood on the ridge of the hill in Richmond Park overlooking
the Thames Valley and a wide plain beyond. It was approached by a drive
between ancient oaks, limes, and evergreens, and at the entrance was a
two-roomed thatched cottage, long occupied by a hearty old couple employed
on the place, so careful and watchful that an amusing incident occurred one
day when our father and mother were away from home. A lady and gentleman
who were walking in the Park called at the Lodge, and asked for permission
to walk through the grounds. The old lodge-keeper refused, saying she could
not gi