wind away;"

there can be nothing after all very dishonourable or very surprising in
their ultimate destination.

The artist died in 1868.

FOOTNOTES:

[113] Annual Register, 1836, p. 237.

[114] 1836, p. 244. Mr. Baldwin (one of the proprietors of the
_Standard_ newspaper) stated that "if the bill passed in its present
shape, it would deteriorate his property fifty per cent., and would
operate in the same way with all property of that
description."--_Ibid._, p. 247.

[115] Greville's "Memoirs," pp. 3, 71.

[116] In which Lord Brougham took a special interest.

[117] Greville's "Memoirs," ii., p. 148.

[118] For the silly and spiteful observations made in this speech,
see "Annual Register," 1825, p. 43.

[119] Greville's "Memoirs," iii. p. 85.

[120] _Inverness Courier_, Sept. 3rd (quoted in "Annual Register,"
1854, p. 129).

[121] From a nervous habit he had contracted of twitching his nose
Lord Brougham was known to his contemporaries by the nickname of
"Jemmy Twitcher."

[122] On this occasion the Great Seal was reserved and for the time
put in commission, the commissioners being Sir Charles Pepys (Master
of the Rolls), Vice Chancellor Shadwell, and Mr. Justice Bosanquet.
Eventually it was presented to Sir Charles Pepys (Lord Cottenham),
and the slight produced such a stunning effect on Brougham that he
retired from active public life for a time, and sought solace in the
pursuit and study of literature and philosophy.

[123] For this interesting table, see "Annual Register," 1833, p. 83.

[124] "One whose name is unconnected with any honourable action,
whose whole life has been one scene of skulking from dangers into
which he had drawn others, and who is occupied from one end of the
year to the other in devising plans of drawing enormous fortunes from
squalid beggary."--_Dr. Maginn._

[125] Vol. xciv., August, 1863.

CHAPTER XIII.

_JOHN LEECH._

John Leech, "born in Bennett Street, Stamford Street, 29th August, 1817,
and baptized (son of John Leech, vintner) 15th November, at Christ
Church, Blackfriars Road." Such is the entry I find in the manuscript
diary of his friend the late Shirley Brooks, now before me, written a
few days after the death of the gifted and lamented artist. The "John
Leech, vintner," his father, here referred to, was at one time
proprietor of the London Coffee H