eer of crime which
culminated in his well-deserved hanging at Edinburgh in 1821, at the age
of twenty.

[Picture: Crown and Angel, St. Stephen's. From Drawing by Mr. H. W.
Tuck]

In June, 1814, the West Norfolk Regiment was ordered south; some went by
sea, those who preferred by land. Captain Borrow chose the latter, and
on July 18th his division entered Norwich, and the Earl of Orford,
colonel of the regiment, entertained the officers and their friends at
the Maid's Head Hotel. At this time Captain Borrow and his family went
to lodge at the Crown and Angel, an ancient hostelry in St. Stephen's
Street. From that convenient centre, the recruiting-parties under
Captain Borrow were very successful in obtaining men, by beat of drum
instead of by ballot, as had previously been the practice. But troubles
arose in Ireland, and in August, 1815, the West Norfolks were again on
the move. They found themselves at Cork early in September, and marched
on to Clonmel.

During their short interval at Norwich, George went to the Grammar
School, and his brother studied painting with "Old Crome."

[Picture: The Grammar School]

Captain Borrow commanded a division, and George walked by his side,
holding the stirrup-leather of his horse, while John Thomas Borrow,
gazetted ensign in May and lieutenant in December, was in his place in
the regiment. At Clonmel the Borrows lodged with a handsome athletic man
and his wife, who enthusiastically welcomed them. "I have made bold to
bring up a bottle of claret," said the Orangeman, ". . . and when your
honour and your family have dined, I will make bold too to bring up
Mistress Hyne from Londonderry, to introduce to your honour's lady, and
then we'll drink to the health of King George, God bless him; to the
'glorious and immortal'--to Boyne water--to your honour's speedy
promotion to be Lord-Lieutenant."

Here at Clonmel our hero "read the Latin tongue and the Greek letters
with a nice old clergyman, who sat behind a black oaken desk, with a huge
Elzevir Flaccus before him." "Here," says Borrow, "I was in the habit of
sitting on a large stone, before the roaring fire in the huge open
chimney, and entertaining certain of the Protestant young gentlemen of my
own age . . . with extraordinary accounts of my own adventures and those
of the corps, with an occasional anecdote extracted from the story-books
of Hickathrift and Wight W