sfy his curiosity and--the housekeeper. Of all further
particulars respecting Mr. Morris Brown, history is silent.

In the obituary for 1792, we find the following paragraph:

"Died at his house in Putney, aged seventy-three, Sir Nicholas Copperas,
Knt., a gentleman well known on the Exchange for his facetious humour.
Several of his bons-mots are still recorded in the Common Council. When
residing many years ago in the suburbs of London, this worthy gentleman
was accustomed to go from his own house to the Exchange in a coach
called 'the Swallow,' that passed his door just at breakfast-time;
upon which occasion he was wont wittily to observe to his accomplished
spouse, 'And now, Mrs. Copperas, having swallowed in the roll, I will
e'en roll in the Swallow!' His whole property is left to Adolphus
Copperas, Esq., banker."

And in the next year we discover,--

"Died, on Wednesday last, at her jointure house, Putney, in her
sixty-eighth year, the amiable and elegant Lady Copperas, relict of the
late Sir Nicholas, Knt."

Mr. Trollolop, having exhausted the whole world of metaphysics, died
like Descartes, "in believing he had left nothing unexplained."

Mr. Callythorpe entered the House of Commons at the time of the French
Revolution. He distinguished himself by many votes in favour of Mr.
Pitt, and one speech which ran thus: "Sir, I believe my right honourable
friend who spoke last (Mr. Pitt) designs to ruin the country: but I will
support him through all. Honourable Gentlemen may laugh; but I'm a true
Briton, and will not serve my friend the less because I scorn to flatter
him."

Sir Christopher Findlater lost his life by an accident arising from the
upsetting of his carriage, his good heart not having suffered him to
part with a drunken coachman.

Mr. Glumford turned miser in his old age; and died of want, and an
extravagant son.

Our honest Cole and his wife were always among the most welcome visitors
at Lord Ulswater's. In his extreme old age, the ex-king took a journey
to Scotland, to see the Author of "The Lay of the Last Minstrel." Nor
should we do justice to the chief's critical discernment if we neglected
to record that, from the earliest dawn of that great luminary of
our age, he predicted its meridian splendour. The eldest son of the
gypsy-monarch inherited his father's spirit, and is yet alive, a
general, and G.C.B.

Mr. Harrison married Miss Elizabeth, and succeeded to the Golden Fleece.

The Duke of