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party-animosities. Just so, you say, the French 
revolution began. The danger of these things may 
perhaps awaken us to a sense of union and mode- 
ration: but I fear that nothing but sufferings will 
correct us. 
Yours ever, 
S. CaRLIsLeE. 
From the same. 
My dear Sir, Rose Castle, Nov. 12,1809. 
I write you this amidst the hurry of packing for 
town, for which noisy, smoky, foggy place we are 
tomorrow morning to exchange the pure serenity 
of the unparalleled air of Rose Castle. My com- 
forts also there will be sorely abridged by the death 
of my most steady friend and counsellor and patron 
the Duke of Portland. His excellence was but 
imperfectly known: never was a sounder under- 
standing. Iam sure that old as he was, and dis- 
tracted by his sufferings, this Administration must 
miss him. I could write volumes in his praise. 
How we are to be extricated from our difficulties 
I know not. I hope for good, and pray to God to 
grant it. 
In great haste, 
Yours ever, 
S. CARLISLE. 
From the same. 
My dear Sir, Nov. 24, 1809. 
I was delighted upon my return to town, with a 
