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and to transfer myself and family from Yorkshire to the more genial 
climate of Exmouth, where we resided several years. 
During this period, though I took no active share in the completion 
of our book, I gave suggestions on various points in the letters which we 
still regularly eacHatrell ; and one summer Mr. Kirby, accompanied by 
Mrs. Kirby, made the journey from Barham to Exmouth, expressly to 
spend a few days with us,—I need not say how greatly to my delight. 
In 1826, our concluding Volumes (Vols. III. and IV.), appeared; and 
in this same year, as I found travelling always suit my health, which was 
still far from being re-established, I removed with my family to the Con- 
tinent, where we spent the next eight years, visiting in succession most 
of the European capitals, and residing four years in Italy, but migrating 
to Switzerland in summer. During the whole of this time, as well as 
on our return to England, my correspondence with my old friend was 
regularly kept up; and we frequently saw each other on the visits made 
by Mr. Kirby to London, and one winter at Leamington, where Mr. and 
Mrs. Kirby joined us, and we spent a month together. Space can be here 
afforded for extracts from only two of Mr. Kirby’s many letters during 
this period, —one addressed to Milan, and the other to Leamington. 
“Barham, June 13, 1832. 
“ My Dear Friend,—I this morning received your kind and interesting letter 
from Pisa, and lose no time in setting an answer on the stocks, though it may 
be some days before I shall have leisure to finish it. I did not answer your 
last letters, because I was uncertain where to direct to you. I must begin by 
thanking you for the variety of new and interesting information your enter- 
taining letters contain. They make my mouth water to be with you; but, 
alas! it is not given to me to be partaker with you in your enjoyments. But 
I will not repine; I have too much to be thankful for, far beyond my merits, 
to feel any lasting emotions of envy; but when I read your letters the wish will 
rise in the heart, I have very little scientific intelligence to communicate, for I 
know very little what is going on in the scientific world, having had very little 
communication with it of late. 
“ June 15.—I very recently completed the fiftieth year of my residence at 
this place, and received some very gratifying marks of regard and attachment 
from my neighbours. The members of the Claydon Book Club had a jubilee 
dinner on the occasion, and, as a token of their regard; presented me with a 
very elegant piece of plate; and yesterday evening they and their ladies, at 
least such as could come, were entertained here, about twenty-seven altogether; 
and a very happy and pleasant party we had. Bernard Barton, the Quaker 
poet, a very friendly Friend, who before addressed some very pretty verses to 
me, inserted in our provincial paper a very beautiful address to me, but above 
my deserts, but which showed great liberality on his part to eulogise a receiver 
cannot conceive how much feel the loss of your assistance in the variety of subjects 
that come before me. I want your opinion upon so many points, that I sometimes 
feel half disposed to throw aside my pen. I have nobody upon whose judgment I can 
depend to consult, for Mac Leay, who would on such occasions occur to me, is so 
extremely negligent as a correspondent (owing to his incessant official duties), that 
if I asked him ten questions he would not give me an answer to five, and that in 
a hasty manner. I must do, however, as well as I can, but I shall hail with joy 
the day that restores you to the moderate use of your pen.” 
