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ing). Let me rather congratulate you on
your accession to the peerage.

"French Gentleman. A bagatelle, sir,
a mere bagatelle; a natural compliment to
my influence with the people. By-the-way,
you of course will be a peer in the new batch
that must be made shortly.

"English Gentleman (with a constrained smile, a little in contempt, and more in mortification). No, Monsieur, no; we don't make peers quite so easily."

"French Gentleman. Easily! why have they not made Sir George and Mr. England and the English. By Edward W peers? the one a mere elegant, the Lytton Bulwer, Esq. M.P. 2 Vols. London: 1833. Bentley.

other a mere gentilhomme de province.
You don't compare their claims with your
great power and influence in Europe!
"English Gentleman. Hum-hi-hum;
they were men of great birth and landed
property.

"French Gentleman (taking snuff). Ah!
I thought you English were getting better of
your aristocratic prejudices: Virtus est solo
nobilitas.

[Bartholomew Close.

"French Gentleman. Why so reserved ? In France the writers of our journals are as much known as if they put their names to their articles; which, indeed, they very often do.

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English Gentleman. But, supposing a great man is known to write an article in my paper, all the other papers fall foul on him for demeaning himself: even I, while I write every day for it, should be very angry if the coxcombs of the clubs accused me of it to my face.

"French Gentleman (laying his finger to his nose). I see, I see, you have not a pride of class with you, as we bave. The nobleman with us, is proud of showing that he has power with those who address the people; the plebeian writer is willing to receive a certain respectability from the assistance of the nobleman: thus each class gives consequence to the other. But you all write under a veil; and such a number of blackguards take advantage of the concealment: that a respectable man covets concealment, as a skreen for himself. This is the reason that you have not, pardon me, Monsieur, as high a station as you ought to have; and why you astonish me, by thinking it odd that I, who, vanity apart, can sway the minds of thousands every morning, should receive Hum-really-(spoken with dignified disdain) the trumpery honour of a peerage!

English Gentleman. "Perhaps those
prejudices are respectable. By-the-way, to
speak frankly, we were a little, surprised in
England at your elevation to the peerage.
"French Gentleman." Surprised !—dia-
ble!-why?

MR. BULWER is a gentleman unhappily
spoiled by a successful first effort. There
was a degree of talent, wit, sprightliness, and
originality about "Pelham," that won for the
author a deserved reputation of a certain
kind. He was without difficulty recognized
as a clever writer of clever magazine-papers
by the initiated in such things; by the rab-
ble of circulating-library readers he was, un-
happily for his future reputation, set down as
something, at least equal, if not superior, to
Le Sage. Mr. Bulwer coincided naturally
enough in this opinion; adding to it the
fancy, that in style, and position in society,
he much resembled Bolingbroke. His sue- English Gentleman,
ceeding novels are all afflicted with this idea, the editor of a newspaper—ehum!—hem!
and none of them attained the reputation of "French Gentleman. Editor of a news.
his first. Some of them were wearisome paper! why, who should get political rank
beyond endurance; others, as "Paul Clifford," | but those who wield political power? Your
and "Eugene Aram," were written in the very newspaper, for instance, is more formidable
worst taste. His late connexion with the to a minister than any duke. Now, you
New Monthly Magazine has not done his know, with us M. de Lalot, M, Thier, de
style any good, for it has given him an apti-Villele,- Chateaubriand, and, in short,
tude to dogmatize ex cathedrá on every nearly all the great men you can name, write
subject, from a ribbon to a Raphael; and for the newspapers.
his being in Parliament has infected him
with a notion that it is statesmanlike and
legislatorial to talk with the air of a mau of
the world on all matters that come before
him. He hardly knows which he is greater
for being an M.P. or an author; and this
feeling is expressed in a thousand ways in
the volumes before us. E. g. We have a
dialogue thus narrated, as having occurred in
Calais, between an English and French gen-
tleman.

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English Gentleman. Aha! but do they own it?"

"French Gentleman, Own it, to be
sure; they are too proud to do so: how else
do they get their reputation ?

"English Gentleman. Why, with us,
if a member of parliament sends us an arti-
cle, it is under a pledge of the strictest
secrecy. As for Lord Brougham, the bitterest
accusation ever made against him was, that
he wrote for a certain newspaper.
"French Gentleman.

And did Lord

"French Gentleman. I am ravished to congratulate you on the distinguished station || Brougham write for that newspaper ? you hold in Europe.

editors of newspapers, and a fortiori The gist of this dialogue seems to be, that magazines, ought to be made peers. Indeed, he directly recommends it elsewhere; and in many places complains sadly of the want of attention paid to authors.

"Our English authors thus holding no fixed English Gentleman, Sir; that is a position in society, and from their very nature being covetous of reputation, often fall into

"English Gentleman (bowing and blush-delicate question."

one of three classes; the one class seek the fashion they cannot command, and are proud to know the great; another become irritable and suspicious, afraid that they are never sufficiently esteemed, and painfully vain out of a sense of bashfulties; the third, of a more lofty nature, stand aloof and disdainful, and never consummate their capacities, because they will not mix with a world to which they know themselves superior.

"A literary man with us is often forced to

proud of fortune, of connexion, or or birth
in order not to be looked down upon. Byron
would never have set a coronet over his head

ing over the review, with my curiosity excited with considerable enthusiasm into the Uninto see which party was right, I certainly cal- telligible. Verse-writing is the serious occulated that a greater proportion of books pation of his life; he publishes his poems, belonging to the bookseller in question had and expects them in his heart to have an been more severely treated than was consistent enormous sale. He cannot believe that the with the ratio of praise and censure accorded world has gode round; that every time has to the works appertaining to any other pub-its genius; that the genius of this time is lisher." wholly antipoetic. He throws away thought This of course refers to the Literary and the enviable faculty of concentrating amand energy, and indomitable perseverance, Gazette, and those who have read that bition upon a barren and unprofitable purbe proud of something else than talent-journal with any attention will be able to suit. His talents whisper him success, Now, we fearlessly stir direction ensures him disappointassert that, in the Literary Gazette, during ment. How many St. Malos have I known! appreciate its truth. the time that Mr. Colburn was a publisher, but half of them, poor fellows, have marif he had not written poetry; nor the fasti- there never was a book of his, for which he ried their first-cousins, gone into the church, cared, that was not puffed; not one of his and are now cultivating a flower-garden! ephemeral and transitory authors, who were "But who is this dry and austere young not heralded, at all their appearances, with praise. If we thought it necessary, nothing man, with sneer on lip and spectacles on nose? He is the opposite to the poet-he is Snap, the to learn theology, he has studied Locke, and become materjalist. I blame him not for that; doubtless he has a right to his opinion, but he thinks nobody else has.a aylight to any smile, Oh, of

dious Walpole have affected to disdain the author, if he had not known that with certain circles, authorship was thought to lower the gentleman."

could be easier than to make out the list.

In a note on this he tells us a personal This passage was extracted in the Literary Sent up to Cacademical philosopherling.

anecdote of himself.

We cannot help saying that we pity Mr. Bulwer for all this hard work to shew us that he is a great author, and ought to be a great lord,'

Gazette of a week or two ago; and the
Editor, with the most agreeable naïveté in
the world, affixed his approbation of its
truth and merit. It reminded us of the old
story of the quack doctor, who entered vari-ha
ous towns, preceded by a boy, who declared
with a loud voice that his father could cure
all the disorders in the world; on which the
doctor, with the utmost gravity, would add,

most.

a sneher opinion than

course, Locke was too

to

"We blame Lord Byron for this absurd vanity too hastily, and without considering that he often intended it rather as a reminis cence to his equals than as an assumption over his inferiors. He was compelled to know what his principles must lead to; but was too clever a man not struggle against the vulgar feeling of England, he did not dare to speak out, for fear of the that only low people are authors. Every body knows what you are when you are merely a gentleman, they begin to doubt it "What the boy says is true." So, in the bigots. You demur-he curls his lip at when you become a man of letters. In stand present case, Mr. Bulwer, with the utmost you-he has no toleration for a believer; he ing for Lincoln, a small secood-rate country earnestness, asserts the truth, justice, and comprehends not the vast philosophy of faith; he cannot get beyond Hume upon squire was my opponent. One of his friends stern impartiality of the Literary Gazette; and Miracles; he looks down if you utter the was extolling his pedigree, as if to depreciate the assenting Mr. Jerdan joins in with a word soul,' and laughs in his sleeve; he is mine. “Do you not know that Mr. B.'s fa- decisive tone, "What the boy says is true." the most intolerant of men; he cannot think The book is full of things of this kind. how you can possibly believe what seems to mily is twice as old as Col. S's, if that be any merit in a Legislator?" was asked of Authorship and the House of Commons oc-him such evident nonsense. He carries his this gentleman. Impossible, replied he,cupy every thought of the author's soul. On materialism into all his studies; he is very the whole, the book is very dull; but, that fond of political economy, and applies its prinWhy, Mr. Bisan Author. we may not part with a word of censure, we extract two or three clever sketches: ciples to all things; he does not think that government should interfere with education, "Of all melancholy and disappointed per- because it should not interfere about money, sons, a young poet in this day is perhaps the He is incapable of seeing that men must be Observe that pale and discontented induced to be good, but that they require no countenance, that air at once shy and proud. inducement to get rich; that a poor man St. Malo is a poet of considerable genius; will strive for wealth, that an immoral man he is consumed with the desire of fame; the man will not run after knowledge; that gohe gives himself altogether up to the Muse will not strive for morality; that an ignorant loud celebrity of Byron yet rings in his ears:vernments should tempt to virtue, but human "The influence of certain booksellers he asketh himself, why he should not be passions will tend to wealth. If our philoupon certain reviews, is a cry that has been equally famous: he has no pleasure in the sopherling enters the House of Commons, he much raised by reviews in which those book-social world: he feels himself not sufficiently sets up for a man of business; he begs to be sellers had no share. The accusation is as made of: he thinketh by-and-by they will put upon the dullest committees; he would old as Voltaire's time. He complains that run after my genius:' he is awkward and not lose an hour of twaddle for the world; booksellers in France and Holland guided the gloomy; for he lives not in the present: he he affects to despise eloquence, but he never tone of the periodical reviews: with us, at plunges into an imaginary future never to be speaks without having learnt every sentence present, however, the abuse is one so easily realized. He goes into the world thinking by heart. And oh! such sentences, and such detected that I suspect it has been somewhat the world must admire him, and ask Who delivery! for the Snaps have no enthusiasm! exaggerated. I know one instance of an in- is that interesting young man ?" He has no It is the nature of the material philosophy to fluential weekly journal, which was accused, sympathy with other men's amusements, un- forbid that beautiful prodigality of heart; he by certain of its rivals, of favouring a book-less they either write poetry themselves or read unites in his agreeable style, the pomp of seller who had a share in its property; yet, his own: he expects all men to have sympa-apathy with the solemnity of dullness. Nine accident bringing me in contact with that thy with him; his ear and taste were formed times out of ten our philosopherling is the bookseller, I discovered that it was a matter of early in the school of Byron; he has now son of a merchant; his very pulse seems to the most rankling complaint in his mind, that advanced to the schools of Wordsworth and enter its account in the ledger-book. Ah, the editor of the journal, (who had an equal Shelley. He imitates the two last uncon-Plato! Ah, Milton! did you mean the lute share himself in the journal, and could not be sciously, and then wonders why his books of philosophy for hands like these! removed,) was so anxious not to deserve the do not sell: if the original did not sell, why And how, sir, do you like this engravreproach as to be unduly harsh to the books he should the copy? He never read philosophy, ing of Martin's?" Go, my dear reader, put was accused of unduly favouring: and, on look yet he affects to write metaphysics, and gives that question to yon gentleman with the pow

There is a considerable quantity of observations, as may be expected, on periodical writing, in these volumes. One "bit" is so particularly good, that we cannot avoid extracting it.

the solem

in my Litany to be for ever delivered from
the honour of their acquaintance.'

"Fool!' answered Death, these are
already thy old acquaintance; nay, thou hast
known scarcely any other since thy birth.
They are the capital enemies of thy soul, the
World, the Flesh, and the Devil. So much
do they resemble each other, that, in effect,
he who hath one hath all. The ambitious
man clasps the World to his heart, and lo!
it is the Devil! the lecher embraces the
Flesh, and the Devil is in his arms!

But who,' said I, 'is this enemy against whom they fight ?'

"It is the Fiend of Money,' answered Death; a boastful demon, who maintains that he alone is equal to all the three; and that where he comes, there is no need of them.

"Ah!' said I, the Fiend of Money bath the better end of the staff.'

dered head—that gentleman is a Royal Aca-
demician. I never met with an academi-
cian who did not seem to think you insulted
him by an eulogy on Martin. Mr. Gloss
Crimson is one of those who measure all art
by the Somerset-house exhibition, He ekes
out his talk from Sir Joshua Reynolds's dis-
course he is very fond of insisting on the
necessity of study and labour, and of copy-
ing the antique, Sir,' quoth he, one day,
painting is the synonym of perseverance.'
He likes not the company of young artists;
he is angry if invited to meet them; he calls
them indiscriminately 'shallow coxcombs.'
He is a great worshipper of Dr. Johnson,
and tells you that Dr. Johnson extolled the
project of the Academy. Alas, he little knows
that the good doctor somewhere wonders
what people can be thinking of to talk of
such trifles as an Academy for Painting! He
is intensely jealous, and more exclusive than
a second-rate countess; he laments the decay
of patronage in this country; he believes
every thing in art depends upon lords; he
bows to the ground when he sees an earl.;
and thinks of Pericles and Leo X. His co-better end of the staff.
lours are bright and gaudy as a Dutchman's
flower-garden, for they are put on with an
eye to the exhibition, in which every thing
goes by glare. He has a great potion of the
dignity of portrait-painting. He would like
to say to you, 'Sir, I have painted four earls
this year, and a marchioness, and if that's
not a high school of painting, tell me what
is! He has a great contempt for Haydon,
and is sure" the nobility won't employ him.'
He thinks the National Gallery a necessary
perquisite of the Royal Academicians. Lord,
sir,' saith he, if we did not manage the
matter, there would be no discrimination,
and you might see Mr. Howard's pictures

in nó better a situation than'

"

"This fable illustrates our social system. The World, the Flesh, and the Devil, are formidable personages; but Lucre is a match for them all. The Fiend of Money has the

"The word Society is an aristocratic
term; and it is the more aristocratic bearings
of its spirit which we will first consider. Let
us begin with Fashion.

"The Middle Classes interest themselves,
in grave matters: the aggregate of their
sentiments is called Opinion..
The great
interest themselves in frivolities, and the ag-
gregate of their sentiments is termed Fashion.
The first is the moral representative of the
popular mind, the last of the aristocratic."

Some love the rippling stream that sweet
Meanders through the lea;

I love the torrent, wild to meet,
The Alpine stream for me.
The budding bowers, the fragrant flowers,
Are beautiful and bright,
And beautiful the ivyed towers,
Nor void of beauty is the stream
In summer's parting light;
But far more beautiful I deem
Where summer fountains play,

The winter-torrent's spray.
The Alpine streams, the Alpine streams,
'Mid pine-clad mountains dwell,
Nor ask they summer's sunny beams
To aid their awful spell.
Oh, they may be the dark, the wild,
But are they not the free ?
And kin they not with freedom's child?-
The Alpine streams for me."
The Whist-Player's Pocket Companion;
or; the Laws of the Game of Whist
(Long and Short.) Compiled from the best
Authorities. By Jonathan Long, Esq.
London: 1833. Hurst,

GIBBON has recorded the pleasure which he
took in a rubber. We wish he was alive, to
pronounce an eloquent eulogium (as we are
sure he would) upon the little book before
us. But, since the historian has long ago
followed the Roman empire, whose decline
and fall he related, the author must be con-
tent with the praise of humbler persons, con-
veyed in less high-sounding words, and in
clauses less nicely balanced. The book is
positively a curiosity: a complete digest of
the laws of whist, three inches long by two
wide. The author says:

This style of writing is, we think, Mr. Bulwer's forte. We regret to find that he experienced the want of a book of reference "Every whist-player must at times have sometimes so far forgets himself as to be at the card-table, to decide doubtful or dispersonally abusive on the characters which puted points; and no attempt has ever been he draws. See, for example, p. 234, vol. ii. made to publish the laws of the game of whist "Mr. Martin's-that would be a shame! Now this is very bad. No man who pre-alone, and in so compressed a form as to be “And so much, dear sir, for characters that tends to be an author of any name, or who always carried in the pocket without inconmay serve to illustrate a few of the intellec-aspires to take au enduring place in our venience. Such is the object of the present tual influences of the time." compilation, in which the best authorities been noticed, and no pains spared to render have been consulted, every material point has it as perfect as possible.

Some of his illustrative stories are pretty well done. The following is at least quaint.

As the first impression the foreigner receives on entering England is that of the evidence of wealth, so the first thing that strikes the moral inquirer into our social system is the respect in which wealth is held in some countries Pleasure is the idol; in others Glory, and the prouder desires of the world; but with us, Money is the mightiest of all deities.

In one of those beautiful visions of Quevedo, that mingle so singularly the grand with the grotesque, Death (very differently habited and painted from the ordinary method of portraying her effigies) conducts the poet through an allegorical journey, in which he beholds three spectres, armed, and of human shape, so like one another,' says the author, 'that I could not say which was which; they were engaged in fierce contest with a fearful and misshapen monster :'

"Knowest thou these ?' quoth Death, halting abruptly, and facing me.

higher literature, should ever soil his fingers
and the clearer he keeps from personalities
with such personalities as are found here;
altogether, the better he will find it both for
his temper and his fame.

Songs of Switzerland. By Henry Brandreth,
Author of "Field Flowers," "The Gar-
land," "Minstrel Melodies," &c. 18mo.
pp. 72. London: 1833. Willoughby.
MR. BRANDRETH is a very agreeable song
writer, and his volume is a very pretty one.
We doubt whether the modern Swiss deserve
all the admiration which is lavished upon
them; and suspect that their reputation is
sustained exclusively by the heroic deeds of
their ancestors. Perhaps there is less of
practical freedom in the cantons of Switzer-
land than in many countries where nothing
is said about it. But we do not wish to
throw cold water upon Mr. Brandreth's
verses, and shall close with a specimen of
their quality.

"

The Alpine streams, the Alpine streams,
Where winds and waters strive,
And tempests dark, 'mid lightning's gleams,
"No, indeed,' said I; and I shall insert O'er fell and forest drive:

It is therefore fair to presume that, as soon as its utility is generally known, it will become a constant companion at every whisttable."

Of course it will: it will lie so conveniently reticule, that no whist-player will be without in a gentleman's waistcoat pocket, or a lady's it. The present age affords us almost every sort of accommodation at the cheapest rate. We can ride from one end of London to the other for sixpence; and here we have the whist-player's statutes at large, handsomely printed, and gilt-edged, for the same sum.

Sharpe's Peerage of the British Empire, exhibiting its present State, and deducing their Existence from the ancient Families of England, Scotland, and Ireland. Two thick Vols 8vo. pp. about 1700. London: 1833. Sharpe.

[Second Notice.] WE return to this excellent and amusing work with great pleasure. A few further

extracts from its interesting contents we are | Cirencester after he had reached the age of sure will gratify our readers.

Absenteeism is not a new complaint in Ireland. It seems strange that men of good estate should never be contented except when wandering at a distance from their own domains. They used to deal with them more sharply than they do in our times.

"Sir Gerald Alymer, of Dullardstown, the ancestor of Lord Aylmer, was lord chief justice of the Common Pleas, from whence King Henry VIII. was inclined to prefer him to the chief justiceship of Ireland; but his preferment being opposed by the earl of Shrewsbury, who represented him as an ignorant man, and unfit for the office, the minister, Cromwell, to stem the king's anger at having recommended, as he supposed, an inefficient lawyer, advised his majesty to have some conversation with the party, when he expressed his hope that he would find himself misinformed. The king did so, and questioned the judge, among other matters, upon the true cause of the decay of Ireland. 'It was because,' said Sir Gerald, the estated men, who used to reside, and defend their lands, and countenance their tenants, did now generally dwell in England, and left Ireland a prey to the natives; but that, if his highness would oblige them to residence, or, if they did not comply, seize their estates to his own use, he would soon find a reformation.' The king thanked him for his advice; the Act of absentees was passed by the next parliament, 1536, and the earl of Shrewsbury by it forfeited his property in that kingdom."

forty,

Who then shall grace, or who improve the
soil,

Who plant like Bathurst, or who build like
Boyle?'"

he lived to enjoy, with philosophic calmness,
the shade of his lofty trees at fifty years'
growth. Swift, Atterbury, and Pope; Rowe,
Addison, and Prior; Congreve, Arbuthnot,
and Gay, were among his intimates and cor-
respondents; and the evening of his life,
which had been passed in social intercourse
and benevolence, was marked by hospitality
and vivacity. Till within a month of his
death, he constantly rode out two hours
every morning, and drank his bottle of wine
after dinner; hence the cheerful anecdote,
not yet without its zest by repetition: in-
viting a large party to dinner to meet his son,
who had become lord chancellor, the whole
company sat late, except the law lord, who
took his leave at the decorous hour of twelve.
Come,' said the aged earl, now the old
gentleman is gone, we can manage to take
another bottle.' He died æt. 91."

The Highlands are not now what they
once were. We imagine many Southerous
would participate in the feelings with which
their wild district and its inhabitants were
regarded by Baillie Nicol Jarvie, and would
not at all approve of the following method
of settling accounts.

in the revolution 1688, and undertook, by
"The first earl of Breadalbane concurred
his influence with the clans, with 12,000l.
to reduce the Highlands, which King William
with great expense had endeavoured to effect

Henry VIII. would not require such advice to be repeated. We doubt if even the reason-in vain. ing of Mr. Maculloch could have turned him from his purpose.

It is strange to contemplate the migration of manufactures. Essex and Kent were formerly the seats of the woollen manufacture. The house of Bathurst, it appears, were engaged in this branch of trade in the latter

county.

The earl of Nottingham wrote afterwards, calling upon him to account for the 12,000l. My lord,' replied Breadalbane, the Highlands are quiet, the money is spent, and that is the best way of accounting among friends.'”

The following is a curious account of a narrow escape of the great Duke of Marlborough.

"In the time of King Henry VI. the family of Bathurst were clothiers. The occupa- at Ramilies. Perceiving some confusion in "Perhaps his most imminent peril was tion of clothier was of considerable conse-the horse, he hurried forward to encourage quence in those times, and was exercised by persons who possessed most of the landed his soldiery, but his person being recognised, property in the Weald, insomuch that almost all the ancient families of those parts now of large estates, and some of them ennobled by titles, are sprung from, and owe their fortunes to, ancestors who have used this great staple manufacture, now almost unknown. The Grey Coats of Kent' were body so numerous and united, that, at county

a

elections, whoever had their votes and interest were almost certain of being elected.'"

All who are acquainted with the literature of our country will recollect the name of the first peer of this family; the associate of the witty and the learned.

"The first lord Bathurst, who was advanced to the earldom in 1771, sixty years after his creation to the barony, was a remarkable instance of the otium cum dignitate Planting his grounds at his seat at

bruised as he was, upon his own horse, that of the duke having galloped off; and, putting the rein in his hand, turned the horse's head, and urged his flight with the utmost speed. The duke had not left the spot three minutes, before the French detachment, which had undoubtedly marked him, eager for his capture, passed Molesworth without notice, but, meeting with a repulse from our advanced troops, and returning faster thau they went, struck at him on their way back with their broadswords, without doing him much injury. When the fire and smoke had somewhat subsided, he made signs to his party and escaped to the ranks, where, being informed that the duke was gone towards the centre, he made the best of his way forward on foot; but, meeting by chance with a foreign soldier, who held the duke's horse by the bridle, he claimed the animal, and giving the soldier a patacoon,' went on mounted to his grace, whom he found on a rising ground, fronting the village of Ramilies, distributing his orders to the general officers and others around him, and who 'hoped the captain was not hurt.' Molesworth observ

ing that his horse, on which the duke was still mounted, was rather unquiet, proposed the restitution of his own, but a battery from Ramilies being discharged at the moment of the exchange, then it was that one of the balls, after grazing, rose under the horse's belly, and took Colonel Bringfield, the first markable fact was very industriously hushed escuyer, who held the stirrup, in the head. Lord Molesworth observes, that this reup in the army, which was the easier done because he himself was quite silent upon it.'"

It is seldom that there is much of romance in the marriages of high life. The following instance, however, is an exception.

"Henry, first Marquess of Exeter, born at Brussels, 1754,married first, 1776, Emma, daughter and heir of Thomas Vernon, of Hanbury, county Worcester, Esq. but by her, who was divorced June 1791, he had no October, in the same year, Sarah, daughter surviving issue. He married secondly, 3d of Thomas Higgins, or Hoggins, an honest Shropshire farmer. The circumstances atsome of the French dragoons advanced from tending this marriage, which is drily recorded their ranks, and closed round him; he at- in the Peerages, would, in the hands of a tempted to disengage himself by leaping a modern magician, realize the fictions of a ditch, but was thrown; his aide-de-camp, tale of enchantment. The feelings of the Captain Molesworth, dismounted, and sup- Marquess, then Mr. Henry Cecil, being plied him with his own horse, when a cannon- deeply wounded by the unhappy consequences Colonel Bingley, as he held the stirrup. So induced, by the advice of his noble unele, to ball struck off the head of his equerry, of his first matrimonial engagement, he was Coxe, and the preceding accounts; but Cap-retire from society for a season, to a distant tain, afterwards Viscount Molesworth's nar-county. Chance, rather than choice, we the Irish Peerage by him and Archdall, Bolas, in Shropshire. We have heard that, rative, written for Lodge, aud inserted in believe, led him, a stranger in the land, to which appears to have escaped the arch after the respectability of his manners and deacon's notice, and of which we compress the regularity of his conduct had inspired the substance, states, that the duke's own confidence in the village population, who squadrons, which he failed in rallying, jostled were in the first instance somewhat shy, that him off his horse in their flight and rode over he was promoted to some parish trust, him, one horse treading upon his stomach, whether constabulary, or to the wardenship when the captain, being the only person near of the church, or as a surveyor of the roads him, remounted him with some difficulty, we are not informed; certain it is, that a