sat in the parliament of 1818.

At his demise, in December 1851, the value of his estate was, I
think, near L600,000. My father was a successful merchant, but
considering his long life and means of accumulation, the result
represents a success secondary in comparison with that of others
whom in native talent and energy he much surpassed. It was a large
and strong nature, simple though hasty, profoundly affectionate and
capable of the highest devotion in the lines of duty and of love. I
think that his intellect was a little intemperate, though not his
character. In his old age, spent mainly in retirement, he was our
constant [centre of] social and domestic life. My mother, a
beautiful and admirable woman, failed in health and left him a
widower in 1835, when she was 62.

He then turns to the records of his own childhood, a period that he
regarded as closing in September 1821, when he was sent to Eton. He
begins with one or two juvenile performances, in no way differing from
those of any other infant,--_navita projectus humi_, the mariner flung
by force of the waves naked and helpless ashore. He believes that he was
strong and healthy, and came well through his childish ailments.

My next recollection belongs to the period of Mr. Canning's first
election for Liverpool, in the month of October of the year 1812.
Much entertaining went on in my father's house, where Mr. Canning
himself was a guest; and on a day of a great dinner I was taken
down to the dining room. I was set upon one of the chairs,
standing, and directed to say to the company 'Ladies and
gentlemen.'

I have, thirdly, a group of recollections which refer to Scotland.
Thither my father and mother took me on a journey which they made,
I think, in a post-chaise to Edinburgh and Glasgow as its principal
points. At Edinburgh our sojourn was in the Royal Hotel, Princes
Street. I well remember the rattling of the windows when the castle
guns were fired on some great occasion, probably the abdication of
Napoleon, for the date of the journey was, I think, the spring of
1814.

EARLY RECOLLECTIONS

In this journey the situation of Sanquhar, in a close Dumfriesshire
valley, impressed itself on my recollection. I never saw Sanquhar
again until in the autumn of 1863 (as I believe). As I was