red not how long it might be ere it reached its
termination."

After settling down for a time at Norman Cross in Huntingdonshire and in
Edinburgh, Captain Borrow retired into private life; but not for long.
Elba failed to hold the fiery Corsican, Napoleon again burst upon the
battlefield of Europe, the demon of war and ravage was again abroad.
Borrow's corps was levied anew, and his eldest son, John, became one of
its officers. Before the regiment saw service, however, the escaped lion
was again caged. But it was not disbanded, and, being in a thoroughly
efficient state, was ordered to Ireland, where local trouble was feared.
The autumn of 1815 saw the Borrows sail from Harwich. After a voyage of
eight days, during which a terrific storm was encountered and the
transports nearly foundered, the military force of eight hundred men was
landed on the Irish coast. After a lengthy stay at Clonmel, where, as in
Edinburgh, George was sent to school, the corps moved their quarters to
Templemore.

During the following year, Captain Borrow returned to Norfolk, and
settled down with his family in a small house which is still standing in
Willow Lane, Norwich. George was at once entered as a pupil at King
Edward's Grammar School, then conducted by Dr. Valpy, and remained a
scholar there till 1818, when he attained his fifteenth year. As a
schoolboy he appears to have been an apter pupil of Defoe than of the
reverend headmaster of the Norwich academy. Dr. James Martineau, who was
one of his schoolfellows, has related how Borrow once persuaded several
of his companions to rob their father's tills, and run away to join the
smugglers of the East Anglian coast. For this escapade he was awarded
due punishment, which he received hoisted on the back of the future
celebrated Unitarian divine. Miss Frances Cobbe, who knew both Borrow
and Dr. Martineau in after years, says in her Autobiography, "The early
connection between the two old men as I knew them was irresistibly comic
to my mind. When I asked Mr. Borrow once to come andmeet some friends at
our house, he accepted our invitation as usual, but, on finding that Dr.
Martineau was to be of the party, hastily withdrew his acceptance on a
transparent excuse, nor did he ever after attend our little assemblies
without first ascertaining that Dr. Martineau would not be present."

On another occasion, George--probably in emulation of the East Anglian
Iceni--dyed his face with walnut ju