THE Rival Princes, &c. &c. &c. THERE is something so interesting in the conduct of Colonel WARDLE, that I cannot but continue to lead the reader along the path by which he so honourably reached the Temple, where Fame was anxiously waiting to deck his virtuous head with the leaf of the flattering laurel. If I could descant with that warmth of feeling, and energy of expression, which distin guished the zeal of the Colonel and A his colleagues in the cause of their Royal Patron, I fear it might be considered a caricature of the subject, in stead of that faithful portrait which I professed to give in the commencement of this work. Having pledged myself to a veri table statement of facts, and fearing my feeble feeble pen would not be adequate to a masterly colouring of that ex travagant regard which these persons evinced for their Royal friend, the reader must be satisfied with my imperfect illustration of their indivi dual and collective movements in the great cause in which they were engaged. If the following documents are not instances of the seal of which I speak, then Colonel WARDLE is an angelperhaps the reader may think him so-but of darkness! By the following documents, it will be seen, that he was in the habit of dictating to me my line of proceeding, and of giving me heads for a subject, which shews the influence he had over my evidence: “MR. ADAM, "The friend professed, of both brothers, has astonished his patrons by his liberality, at the expence of the public, towards his poor friends in Scotland, for whom he created as many new places and establishments as would fill a red book of the size it used to be half a century ago." Five O'Clock. This expressly tells me in what manner I must proceed. "House of Commons, 5 o'Clock, "Tuesday Evening. "MY DEAR MADAM, "Mr. Perceval says, that he has a question or two to put to you, but that he will not keep you many minutes; he wishes you to come down about nine o'clock to |