ickell, minor, should then have had the eulogy of how much elder art
thou than thy years! In those early days his exercises, read publicly
in school, gave the anticipation of what time and advancing years have
brought forth. He was an admirable scholar, and a poet from nature;
forcible, neat, and discriminating. The fame of his grandsire, the
Tickell of Addison, was not hurt by the descent to him.

His sister, who was the beauty of Windsor castle, and the admiration
of all, early excited a passion in a boy then at school, who afterwards
married her. Of this sister he was very fond; but he was not less so
of another female at Windsor, a regard since terminated in a better way
with his present wife.

His pamphlet of _Anticipation_, it is said, placed him where he since
was, under the auspices of Lord North; but his abilities were of better
quality, and deserved a better situation for their employment.

Lord Plymouth, then Lord Windsor, had to boast some distinctions, which
kept him aloof from the boys of his time. He was of that inordinate size
that, like Falstaff, four square yards on even ground were so many miles
to him; and the struggles which he underwent to raise himself when
down might have been matter of instruction to a minority member. In the
entrance to his Dame's gate much circumspection was necessary; for, like
some good men out of power, he found it difficult to get in.

When in school, or otherwise, he was not undeserving of praise, either
as to temper or ~84~~ scholarship; and whether out of the excellence
of his Christianity, or that of good humour, he was not very adverse to
good living; and he continued so ever after.

Lord Leicester had the reputation of good scholarship, and not
undeservedly. In regard to poetry, however, he was sometimes apt
to break the eighth commandment, and prove lie read more the Musee
Etonenses than his prayer-book. Inheriting it from Lord Townshend, the
father of caricaturists, he there pursued, with nearly equal ability,
that turn for satiric drawing. The master, the tutors, slender Prior,
and fat Roberts,--all felt in rotation the effects of his pencil.

There too, as well as since, he had a most venerable affection for
heraldry, and the same love of collecting together old titles, and
obsolete mottos. Once in the military, he had, it may be said, a turn
for arms. In a zeal of this kind he once got over the natural mildness
of his temper, and was heard to exclaim--"Ther