ich people, who as greatly respected
the legal ability of the one, as they admired the eloquence of the other;
and it was often a source of half suppressed laughter in that portion of
the court set aside for the public to hear "my learned friend" banded
from one to the other by the two Athlete--Father and Son--the one as
powerful from his tact, energy, and fervid eloquence, as the other from
his legal knowledge and great acumen, and who was often the victor, for
that knowledge, deep and extensive gave the father a superiority on those
points of a case, in which law and fact were intermingled, and which were
apt from Henry's comparative previous little business and short practice
as a leader to escape his attention, or when patent rendered him less
capable effectually to grapple with the legal and knotty difficulty, for
he had never had the advantage of a pleader's chambers; nor let it be
thought in those days that there were no giants to contend with--Sergeants
Blosset, Frere, and Storks, Messrs. Plumptre, Eagle, Robinson, Prime, and
others of note, with Biggs Andrews, now Q.C., and George Raymond, author
of the "Elliston Papers," as juniors were on the circuit, all of whom
have long since been dead, with the exception of Mr. Sergeant Storks and
the four last named.

And here I cannot do better than insert a paragraph signed J. S., which
appeared in the _Times_, I think in or about the years 1831 or 1832; I
copy from the paragraph cut out from the paper, and at the time pasted in
an album, to which the date was omitted to be attached. The paragraph
was headed, "The late Henry Cooper:"--

"To most of our legal readers, we feel convinced, that this week's
sketch of the late Henry Cooper, the friend companion and intended
biographer of the late Lord Erskine, will prove highly acceptable. The
unexpected and melancholy event which deprived the bar of one of its
most promising ornaments, and cast a shade over the gay and talented
circle in which he moved, must be fresh within the memory of our
readers. As yet no memoir, no frail tribute to stamp even a fleeting
remembrance of his learning, professional fame, or liberal principles
has appeared, and while worthless rank and heartlessness have been
perpetuated by marble and the prostituted energies of literature,
genius, talent, and honor, have been left to the obscurity of the
grave; not one of those who shared his gay and mirthful hours,