Bowdler, John (Senior)

To Lady Olivia Sparrow, 16 March [1815]

I have just got a long letter from dear replete with sorrow, affection and the deepest piety. How stupid, in ’s prejudiced bigoted father^* to obstruct the very desirable plans of and to write a Memoir of the dear departed! I have written to to try to soften her brother Bartlett’s-Buildings heart.^* Poor I hear looks sadly, has a pain in her chest and drinks Asses Milk. I tremble for her life. Her letters rather increase in sadness, but it is a sanctified sadness. – I forgot to say that Mr. H. and I agreed that nothing would so much contribute to give Mr. S. a habit of application as to give him a slight tincture of Fractions, and Algebra; not to make him a Mathematician but to tie down his attention – I know of no person likely to suit ’s friend as a Governess. You ask how I like W. Scott’s new Poem.^* I have not seen it, but do not hear it thought equal to its predecessors. A friend has sent me Eustace’s Tour thro Italy.^* It is classical & elegant in a high degree – but has too much Republicanism too little of the Manners of the people, and I think a disposition to overrate their Virtues – God be praised for the peace!^* – but what Peace so long as the Witchcrafts of Bonaparte are so many. is in very poor health. We all join in kind remembrances to Yr. Ladyship and .

To Lady Olivia Sparrow, 25 March [1815]

^* declines interfering, but says /again/ the Gisborne’s^* are the proper people if any assurance is necessary, which she does not think will be the case; but she does not /see/ the strong prejudices of her brother as I, and others see them.

To Lady Olivia Sparrow, 25 March [1815]

More had contacted Henrietta Bowdler in order to elicit her support in persuading Bowdler’s father John to allow the preparation of a memoir of , also John.

To Lady Olivia Sparrow, [20? October 1815] [incomplete]

has been staying here. She is going to meet dear at Mr. Bowdlers the father of near Town. I fear, owing to the prejudices of this father, the much desired Memoir by and Mr. Inglis does not proceed.^* What a pity! Doubtless Mrs. Henry and Miss Gisborne had promised themselves a sadly pleasing meeting. But a higher interview I trust has taken place between our dear departed with her own husband and the lover of her friend.^*