sent from Stamford, and never came upon the summons for any purpose but to share in the sorrows of his family, and lament the non-compliance with the process he had recommended, which, according to his judgment of the case, was the very measure he should himself have taken. I believe I felt as much affliction as my age was capable of when my master Kinsman imparted the intelligence of my grandfather's death to me, taking me into his private cham ber, and lamenting the event with great agitation. Whilst I gave vent to my tears, he pressed me tenderly in his arms, and encouraging me to persist in my diligence, assured me of his favour and protection. He kept me out of school for a few days, gave me private instruction, and then sent me forth ardently resolved to acquit myself to his satisfaction. From this time I may truly say my task was my delight. I rose rapidly to the head of my class, and in the whole course of my progress through the upper school never once lost my place of head boy, though daily challenged by those, who were as anxious to dislodge me from my post as I was to maintain myself in it. As I have the honour to name both Bishop Warren and his brother Richard the physician as two amongst the most formidable of my form-fellows, I may venture to say that school boy must have been more than commonly alert, whom they could not overtake and depose; but the exertion of my competitors was such a spur to my industry and ambition, that my mind was perpetually in its business. Had I in any careless moment suffered a discomfi ture, my mortification would have been most poignant, but the dread I had of that event caused me always to be prepared against it, and I held possession of my post under a suspended sword, that hourly menaced me without ever dropping. Whilst I dwell on the detail of anecdotes like the above I must refer myself to the candour of the reader, but though it behoves me to study brevity, where I cannot furnish amusement, it would be totally inconsistent with the plan I have laid down to pass over in total silence this period of my life; an æra in the history of every man's mind and character, only to be omitted when it is not to be obtained; a plea, which those, who are their own biographers, are not privileged to make. My good old master was a hospitable man, and every Wednesday held a kind of public day, to which his friends and neighbours used to resort. On that day he drank his bottle of port and played his game of back-gammon, after which he came in gaiety of heart to eveningschool for one hour only. It was a gala day for all the boys, and for me in particular, as I was sure on all those occasions to be ordered up to the rostrum to recite and expound Juvenal, and he seldom failed to keep me so employed through the whole time. He had a great partiality for that nervous author, and I remember his reciting the following passage in a kind of rapturous enthusiasm in the ears of all the school, crying out that he defied the writers of the Augustan age to produce one equal to it. The classical reader very probably will not second his opinion, but I dare say he will not fail to anticipate the passage, which is as follows Esto bonus miles, tutor bonus, arbiter idem |