ne office then held in Spring Gardens, and
subsequently died at the age of about forty-five or forty-eight of
consumption, a complaint of the mother's family. Alfred went into the
army as an ensign, was at the battle of Waterloo, was wounded there, was
ordered and went subsequently to India with his regiment, the 14th Foot,
where, years after, just as he had obtained a sick leave to return home,
he was shot at Dinapoor, whilst reposing on his sofa, thinking probably,
or dreaming of home and its affections, by a drunken Sepoy, mistaking him
(in his mad excitement) for his servant, who had just previously refused
him drink; the occurrence caused, necessarily, great excitement and much
conversation at the time, the man was caught and hanged--a satisfaction
to justice, but a wretched consolation to his family, by whom, as the
youngest, and amiable as he was gentle, he was most fondly loved. His
father and sister, I believe, were never made acquainted with the true
cause of his death. A letter of Henry's relating, though indistinctly,
for evident reasons, to the sad occurrence, will be placed before the
reader. Harriet, as I have said, the only sister (who married a Dr.
Leath, a physician in the army, who resides still at Bayswater) died not
very long ago, leaving no issue.

Having given a sketch, which I think and hope will have interested the
reader of him, from whom He sprung, whose life I am about to delineate. I
will now proceed to depict the life of the Son, with the simple remark
that I have undertaken a task of no slight difficulty (and much such an
one as that of the poor Jews, who, under their hard taskmasters in Egypt,
were set to make bricks without straw), with very slight materials to
describe the life of one who died when I was sixteen, and whom I loved
from his unvaried kindness to me, of the life of one who, had he lived,
would have had a far abler biographer. Henry, in early life, took a
propensity to and entered the navy, and was a midshipman in the battle of
the Nile, but soon after, disliking the service, quitted the profession.

His education, when he returned from sea, was, through indulgence,
neglected: and he passed most of his time at Oby Hall, in Norfolk, the
then residence of his father, and distant about eight miles from
Yarmouth, in shooting, fishing, and driving a tandem-cart about the
country, built of unusual height; and an anecdote is related of him,
that, after driving it awhile, he w