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recollect seeing : they, or one of them, were written in English, in a style which could scarcely have been distinguished from an Englishman's. In one of them, speaking of the pension, “I have fired a pension upon you,” was the expression, instead of settled a pension upon you, or, granted a pension to you. During the marriage, she had a sufficient stock of acquaintance of reputable visitors of her own sex to render her situation comfortable: some of them even belonging to persons of distinction. After his death, she took lodgings in Pall-Mall; they followed her there, and the assortment was rather augmented than diminished. At length, resources failing, she quitted that situation, and retired to a creditable boarding-house. But, in the mean time, she had received an assured, though smaller, provision from an annuity left her by a reverend divine, name forgotten, whom I never saw ; my communication with her having suffered frequent interruptions by my own travels and other incidents. On her death, her small pecuniary remains fell, I forget how, into the hands of a gentleman of the name of Combe, whom, till then, I had never seen. He was, I believe, a man of some fashion. I think I remember hearing him called by the name, a nick-name, of Count Combe. If so, the circumstance is singular enough ; for some years before, another man, whom I knew, used, I am certain, to be distinguished by that nickname, a man who published a sort of romance, intitled The Devil upon Two Sticks in London, in imitation of the well-known French novel of that name.” In her husband's lifetime, and during her widowhood, a portrait of the above-mentioned Prince had constantly hung over the drawingroom chimney-piece. Some persons saw in it a resemblance to my brother, men of the same age. Mr. Combe pressed it upon me, and it has since figured over one of my own chimney-pieces. Amongst her relics of better times, a portrait of the King of Poland on the lid of a gold snuff. box, given by him to her husband. At that time Prince Adam Czartorynski, a near relation of the King, son I believe, or grandson, of the Prince Czartorynski herein above-mentioned, happened to be in England. He was universally regarded as being about to have the management of the affairs of the newly-truncated kingdom of Poland, under the Emperor Alexander. He called upon me for the purpose of requesting my assistance in the business of codification for that country : I took the opportunity of getting the snuff-box, . shewing it him, and asking him whether he knew of any body, who would be disposed to give for it any thing more than the value of the gold ? After keeping it a few days, he returned it to me, saying, that there was nothing very particular either in the likeness, or in the workmanship, and that resemblances, in different forms, of the unfortunate King, were by no means scarce. I returned it to Mr. Combe, and what became either of the snuff-box, or the gentlemen, I have never since heard.
*[The Devil upon Tico Sticks, translated into English, Lond. 1780. 2 vols. 8vo. The Devil upon Two Sticks in England, being a Continuation of Le Diable Boiteaua of Le Sage, Lond. 1790. 4 vols. 12mo. Among the Comedies of the celebrated Samuel Foote is The Devil upon Two Sticks, Lond. 1778. 8vo. E. H. B. )
Now as to Mr. Forster:- The first time of my seeing him was in the year 1762, or thereabouts. I had at that time been living and keeping terms at Queen's College, Oxford, of which College, while yet at Westminster-School, I was entered, I believe, as early as the summer of 1759. I was removed thither early, I think it was, in the year 1760; for, at the suggestion of my evil genius, paternal authority compelled me to hammer out and send in, as a candidate for admission, into the customary academical collection of half-lamentational, half-congratulational, rythmical commonplaces, the subject of which was the loss of one King and the acquisition of another, a copy in sapphics, the first stanza of which figures in a whole length portrait of me, in my academical
dress, which, by an odd series of accidents, has fallen into your possession. The chambers I then occupied, (for I changed my local situation in the College not long afterwards,) were upon the two pair of stair's floor, on the further corner of the inner quadrangle, on the right hand as you enter into it from the outer door. I was dressing to go down to dinner in the hall, at half an hour after 12, in those days the hour in that, and most of the other Colleges, though in some it was as early as eleven, when I heard a rap at my door, went to it, opened it, and to my no small confusion, (for my dress was scarcely adjusted, and my discarded shirt lay sprawling upon the floor,) when in came a grave and important-looking personage in a Master-of-Arts gown, ushering in a smart and sprightly lady. The lady, who had never as yet seen my father, became afterwards his second wife. She was the widow of a Rev. Mr. Abbot, who, having been a Fellow of Baliol College, Oxford, had, in the spiritual routine of preferment, migrated from a fellowship in that College, to a College-living at Colchester. She was then his widow.
Biographers are not disinclined to receive and insert digressions : no, nor digression upon digression to any number of removes, any more than at the age of garrulity, old men to furnish them. At this moment I am dictating, while
dis-robing for bed. In 1814, Mr. Mill and I, (Mill, the historian of British India,) passed through Oxford in our way to Bath. I showed him the chambers, in which I had been resident for two or three years, after descending to them from the above-mentioned and above-situated. These second ones were on the ground-floor, on the right hand of the staircase next on the left hand, as you go from the outer quadrangle to the stair-case, that leads to the former ones. Three motives concurred in producing this transition : a sum of two guineas, my aversion to solitude, and my fear of ghosts. In this season of boyhood, and indeed down to 1792, in which year my father died, my finances were extremely scanty. A system of maxims in the aggregate, peculiar to my father, concurred in keeping them so. This migration, in consideration of the two guineas, that accompanied it, I kept from my father with as much solicitude, as some persons would have felt for the concealment of a crime. Though a very affectionate father, he was, by a variety of infirmities, a very troublesome one, being but too fond of looking out for occasions, and even pretences for giving exercise to paternal authority in the way of reproof. My fear of ghosts had been implanted in my mind from earliest infancy, by the too customary cultivators of that most noxious weed, domestic servants. The above was the