been making some remarkable experiments on gunpowder, he happened to be standing next to the Duke of Richmond, the Master-General of the Ordnance, and the duke informed his majesty that they were indebted to the bishop for a great improvement in its fabrication. The bishop was pleased to say, "that he felt ashamed of himself, inasmuch, as it was a scandal in a Christian bishop to instruct men in the mode of destroying mankind." The king answered, "Let not that afflict your conscience, for the quicker the conflict, the less the slaughter."

DUKE OF KENT.

The public have heard much of the lamented Duke of Kent as a military disciplinarian; but comparatively little of the active and arduous service in which he was engaged, and of the distinguished bravery which he displayed in it. When the expedition was sent against the French West India Islands in 1794, so anxious was the duke, then known by the title of Prince Edward, to join the forces under Sir Charles Grey, that instead of waiting for a man of war, he hastened in a post-office packet to Martinique, where he arrived on the 4th of March, 1794. The prince had no sooner put himself under General Grey's orders, than he received the command of a detached camp at La Coste, which invested Fort Royal and Fort Bourbon. In this command he was reported by the commander in chief to have conducted himself with singular spirit and activity. But he did not, as we have been informed by an eye-witness, "confine himself to his mere camp duties; wherever any service

was to be done, his highness was there. His visits to the batteries during the hottest part of the bombardment were frequent, especially to a battery exposed to the heaviest fire, advanced in front of the others, and called the Seamen's Battery, having been constructed and being worked by the naval brigade of officers and seamen, whose hearts he won by his affable conduct, as well as by his cool intrepidity."

At this period, the whole of the flank corps were brigaded, and the command of the grenadiers for the most active service given to the prince, at his own particular request. From this period, he always led the grenadiers during the remainder of the campaign, and of course, was always first in the post of danger. At the head of the flank corps, he took possession of the gates of Fort Bourbon on the 23d of March, when that almost impregnable fortress surrendered to his majesty's arms. The conduct of this division was on all occasions so brilliant, that the "Flank Corps" became the first toast after dinner, both at head quarters, and at the admiral's table.

The capture of Martinique was followed by that of Guadaloupe; and here again the prince displayed the same activity, intrepidity, and zeal for the service as he had before manifested. At the storming of Fort Fleur d'Epée, on the morning of the 12th of April, at five o'clock, under a heavy fire of cannon and musquetry, the first division, grenadiers, was led by his royal highness; and the nature of the assault may be judged of, when we inform our readers, that the troops had orders not to load a musquet, but to carry every thing with the bayonet.

The point of attack for the prince was at Morn

Marcot, a place of great natural strength, and well fortified; but nothing could resist the impetuosity with which he led. The other attacks were also successful; and the general observed, that the whole of the service was performed with an "exactitude, superior ability, spirit, and good conduct, which no words could express."

Fleur d'Epée being carried, it became necessary to attack Basseleni; for which purpose, two days afterwards, the prince landed at Petit Bourg with the flank companies, whence he led his brigade up the heights of Palmisti in a style which excited universal admiration. These heights were so steep, that the troops were actually obliged to sling their musquets, in order to hold on by the trees and bushes; the rain too descended in torrents; every thing, in short, combined to make the French think the position impregnable, little knowing what British troops could do when led by the gallant son of a reverend monarch.

The post, in spite of the enemy's resistance, was carried; and such a command obtained of the otherwise impregnable Fort St. Charles and Morne Horiel, that an instant surrender was the consequence, the prince having the honour of taking possession with the still famous" Flank Corps."

ATTACK BY THE MOB, 1795.

A Statement by the Earl of Onslow, October 29, 1795, twelve at night.

"Before 1 sleep, let me bless God for the miraculous escape which my king, my country, and myself, have had this day. Soon after two o'clock, his majesty,

attended by the Earl of Westmoreland, and myself, set out from St. James's in his state coach, to open the session of parliament. The multitude of people in the Park was prodigious. A sullen silence, I observed to myself, prevailed through the whole, very few individuals excepted. No hats, or at least very few, pulled off: little or no huzzaing, and frequently a cry of give us bread:' no war;' and once or twice, 'no king!' with hissing and groaning. My grandson Cranley, who was on the king's guard, had told me, just before we set out from St. James's, that the Park was full of people, who seemed discontented and tumultuous, and that he apprehended insult would be offered to the king. Nothing material, however, happened, till we got down to the narrowest part of the street called St. Margaret's between the two palaceyards, when, the moment we had passed the Office of Ordnance, and were just opposite the parlour-window of the house adjoining it, a small ball, either of lead or marble, passed through the windcw glass on the king's right hand, and perforated it, leaving a small hole, the bigness of the top of my little finger (which I instantly put through to mark the size), and passed through the coach out of the other door, the glass of which was down. We all instantly exclaimed, this is a shot!' The king showed, and I am persuaded felt, no alarm; much less did he fear, to which indeed he is insensible. We proceeded to the House of Lords, when, on getting out of the coach, I first, and the king immediately after, said to the lord chancellor, who was at the bottom of the stairs to receive the king, my lord, we have been shot at. The king ascended the stairs, robed; and then, perfectly free

from the smallest agitation, read his speech with peculiar correctness, and even less hesitation than usual. At his unrobing afterwards, when the event got more known (I having told it to the Duke of York's ear as I passed under the throne, and to the others who stood near us,) it was, as might be supposed, the only topic of conversation, in which the king joined with much less agitation than any body else. And afterwards, in getting into the coach, the first words he said were, 'well, my lords, one person is proposing this, and another is supposing that, forgetting that there is One above us all who disposes of every thing, and on whom alone we depend.' The magnanimity, piety, and good sense of this, struck me most forcibly, and I shall never forget the words.

"On our return home to St. James's, the mob was increased in Parliament-street and Whitehall, and when we came into the Park it was still greater. It was said that not less than 100,000 people were there, all of the worst and lowest sort. The scene opened, and the insulting abuse offered to his majesty was what I can never think of but with horror, or ever forget what I felt when they proceeded to throw stones into the coach, several of which hit the king, which he bore with signal patience, but not without sensible marks of indignation and resentment at the indignities offered to his person and office. The glasses were all broken to pieces, and in this situation we were during our passage through the Park. The king took one of the stones out of the cuff of his coat, where it had lodged,

and gave it to me, saying, 'I make you a present of this, as a mark of the civilities we have met with on our journey to-day."