order to make this a faithful representation. There are persons, it should seem, of whom it may predicated, that they are semper parati. This has by no means been my case. My genius often deserted me. I was far from having the thought, the argument, or the illustration at all times ready, when it was required. I resembled to a certain degree the persons we read of, who are said to be struck as if with a divine judgment. I was for a moment changed into one of the mere herd, de grege porcus. My powers, therefore, were precarious; and I could not always be the intrepid and qualified advocate of truth, if I vehemently desired it. I have often, a few minutes afterwards, or on my return to my chambers, recollected the train of thinking, which would have shown me off to advantage, and memorably done me honour, if I could have had it at my com"And so much for confession. I am by no means vindicating myself. I honour much more the man who is at all times ready to tell his neighbour whatever it may be of advantage to him to know, to show himself the sincere and untemporising advocate of absent merit and worth, and to contribute, by every means in his power, to the improvement of others, and to the diffusion of salutary truths through the world."

mand the moment it was wanted.

There is exquisite truth and beauty in the short passage which we here subjoin, as a fit winding-up of the subject discussed in the two preceding extracts:

"The book that I read when I was a boy, presents quite a new face to me as I advance in the vale of years. The same words and phrases suggest to me a new train of ideas. And it is no mean pleasure that I derive from the singular sensation of finding the same author and the same book, old and yet not old, presenting to me cherished and inestimable recollections, and at the same time communicating mines of wealth, the shaft of which was till now unexplored."

The appreciation of the effects of resorting to the publichouse upon our peasantry and artisans, accords entirely with our own notions:

"I assert, that the merits and demerits of the publichouse are very unjustly rated by the fastidious among the more favoured orders of society.

"We ought to consider that the opportunities and amusements of the lower orders of society are few. They do not frequent coffeehouses; theatres and places of public exhibition are ordinarily too expensive for them; and they cannot engage in rounds of visiting, thus cultivating a private and familiar intercourse with the few whose conversation might be most congenial to them. We certainly bear hard upon persons in this rank of society, if we expect that they should take all the severer labour, and have no periods of unbending and amusement.

"But in reality what occurs in the public-house we are too much in the habit of calumniating. If we would visit this scene, we should find it pretty extensively a theatre of eager and earnest discussion. It is here that the ardent and unwashed artificer,' and the sturdy husbandman, compare notes and measure wits with each other. It is their arena of intellectual combat, the ludus literarins of their unrefined university. It is here they learn to think. Their minds are awakened from the sleep of ignorance; and their attention is turned into a thousand channels of improvement. They study the art of speaking, of question, allegation, and rejoinder. They fix their thought steadily on the statement that is made, acknowledge its force, or detect its insufficiency. They examine the most interesting topics, and form opinions, the result of that examination. They learn maxims of life, and become politicians. They canvass the civil and criminal laws of their country, and learn the value of political liberty. They talk over measures of state, judge of the intentions, sagacity and sincerity of public men, and are likely in time to become in no contemptible degree capable of estimating what modes of conducting national affairs, whether for the preservation of the rights of all, or for the vindication and assertion of justice between man and man, may be expected to be crowned with the greatest success: in a word, they thus become, in the best sense of the word, citizens.

"As to excess in drinking, the same thing may be expected to occur here, as has been remarked of late years in better company in England. In proportion as the understanding is cultivated, men are found to be less the victims of drinking and the grosser provocatives of sense. The king of Persia of old made it his boast that he could drink large

quantities of liquor with greater impunity than any of his subjects. Such was not the case with the more polished Greeks. In the dark ages the most glaring enormities of that kind prevailed. Under our Charles the Second, coarse dissipation and riot characterised the highest circles. Rochester, the most accomplished man and the greatest wit of our island, related of himself that, for five years together, he could not affirm that for any one day he had been thoroughly sober. In Ireland, a country less refined than our own, the period is not long past, when on convivial occasions the master of the house took the key from his door, that no one of his guests might escape without having had his dose. No small number of the contemporaries of my youth fell premature victims to the intemperance which was then practised. Now wine is merely used to excite a gayer and livelier tone of the spirits; and inebriety is scarcely known in the higher circles. In like manner, it may readily be believed that, as men in the lower classes of society become less ignorant and obtuse, as their thoughts are less gross, as they wear off the vestigia ruris, the remains of a barbarous state, they will find less need to set their spirits afloat by this animal excitement, and will devote themselves to those thoughts and that intercourse which shall inspire them with better and more honourable thoughts of our common nature."

On the whole, we have been highly delighted with this volume, although one or two passages have struck us as prophetic of the encroachments of age. This is peculiarly the case in the essay upon Self-love-and this annoys us the more, because the author, although weak in argument, is on the right side of the question. Mr Godwin will do well to remember the Archbishop of Granada.

MR SOUTHEY has appreciated these poems very justly in his introductory essay :

"Upon perusing the poems, I wished they had been either better or worse. Had I consulted my own convenience, or been fearful of exposing myself to misrepresentation and censure, I should have told my humble applicant, that although his verses contained abundant proof of a talent for poetry, which, if it had been cultivated, might have produced good fruit, they would not be deemed worthy of publication in these times. But, on the other hand, there were in them such indications of a kind and happy disposition, so much observation of natural objects, such a relish of the innocent pleasures offered by nature to the eye, ear, and heart, which are not closed against them, and so pleasing an example of the moral benefit derived from those pleasures, when they are received by a thankful and thoughtful mind, that I persuaded myself there were many persons who would partake, in perusing them, the same kind of gratification which I had felt. There were many, I thought, who would be pleased at seeing how much intellectual enjoyment had been attained in humble life, and in very unfavourable circumstances; and that this exercise of the mind, instead of rendering the individual discontented with his station, had conduced greatly to his happiness; and if it had not made him a good man, had contributed to keep him so. This pleasure should in itself, methought, be sufficient to content those subscribers who might kindly patronize a little volume of his verses. Moreover, I considered, that as the age of reason had commenced, and we were advancing with quick step in the march of intellect, Mr Jones would, in all likelihood, be the last versifier of his class; something might properly be said of his prede cessors, the poets in low life, who, with more or less good fortune, had obtained notice in their day; and here would be matter for an introductory essay, not uninteresting in itself, and contributing something towards our literary history. And if I could thus render some little service to a man of more than ordinary worth, (for such, upon the best testimony, Mr Jones appeared to be,) it would be something not to be repented of, even though I should fail in the hope (which failure, however, I did not apprehend) of affording

some gratification to 'gentle readers:' for readers there still are, who, having escaped the epidemic disease of criticism, are willing to be pleased, and grateful to those from whose writings they derive amusement or instruction,"

He has also defended the general practice of publishing poems of this degree of merit in another part of his discourse:

We have been much pleased with the following lyrical effusion:

"Hark! hark! sweetly the nightingale
Sings, as the moon's peeping over the mountain;
Hark! hark! through the soft evening gale,
How her notes swell from the tree by the fountain;
Her coming is cheering,

"The benevolent persons who patronized Stephen Duck, did it, not with the hope of rearing a great poet, but for Sweet the sake of placing a worthy man in a station more suited to his intellectual endowments, than that in which he was born. Bryant was befriended in a manner not dissimilar, for the same reason. In the cases of Woodhouse and Ann Yearsley, the intention was to better their condition in their own way of life, The Woodstock shoemaker was chiefly indebted for the patronage which he received, to Thomas Warton's good nature; for my predecessor Warton was the best-natured man that ever wore a great wig. My motives for bringing forward the present attempts in verse have already been explained."

In these views we most cordially coincide. The cultivation of their intellectual faculties has been recommended to the poorer classes too exclusively as a means of increasing their wealth, and raising them to a higher rank in society. To the power which knowledge and taste possess to communicate happiness in every situation, but too little attention has been paid. We regard this book as a proof how far mental refinement may be carried

even in the humblest station, increasing instead of diminishing its possessor's contentment with his lot, and in no way interfering with the discharge of his duties. In this point of view it affords a useful lesson to those who are of the same rank as John Jones, while it may serve to allay what a late statesman would have termed the "hydrophobia of education," so prevalent in certain

quarters.

We do not think Jones much of a poet, but he is a man of fine moral feeling, and good taste, possessed of no mean powers of expression and versification. He has himself apologised well and artlessly for any defects of his book:

"Poor rugged offspring of my humble Muse,
The world may spurn thee, and thy faults abuse;
For in thy progress not a peaceful hour
Had I to form thee, and no classic power;
Plain simple Nature, in her homely way,
With sudden impulse sung each artless lay,
To state her feelings, or express a thought
Of what her knowledge or her fancy caught;
No state of ease the hapless Muse enjoy'd,
The hands were busy, and the ears annoy'd

By those quick sounds with which the tongues are rife,
Of mortals bustling in domestic life."

The following passage is a specimen of descriptive poetry not unworthy of Crabbe:

"High shelving hills in daring forms surprise,
And shade o'er shade in proud progression rise;
Dividing those with gentle slopes between,
Vale vale succeeding variegates the scene

Of cluster'd fields, which teem with waving grain;
Meandering streams fast murmuring for the main,
And lawns and herds, the passing eye admires;
And village churches crown'd with humble spires,
And peeping cots with, pliant to the breeze,
The curling smoke ascending through the trees;
And orchards, ranged in uniform array,
In various tints their various fruits display,
And shallows oft admitting thirsty cows,
And staring cow-boys jerking awkward bows,

Athwart the stream, worn bare by winter storms,
Here cliffs arise in more gigantic forms;
Those tufts of trees in various shades surround,
And minor rocks in many forms abound;
Some from their beds in rugged shape emerge,
And some with foliage crowding on the verge;
Round others torn with elemental strife
Some old trees' roots are creeping after life,
Which still they find, though mortals marvel how,
And shed a few gay branches o'er the brow."

The summer is nearing,

nature is smiling, and spring warmly glowing,
And early to greet them,

My love and I'll meet them
Adown in the vale where the primrose is blowing.
"Hark! hark! still hear the nightingale
Sing, on the lake as the moon's brightly beaming;
Hark! hark! now her notes on the gale
Come from the dell where the water is streaming;
The verdure is springing,
The airy choir singing,

The flowers will bloom and their fragrance be shedding,
Arise, nor be loathful,
Ye sleepy and slothful,
And view, when the morn beams, the sweets that are
spreading.

"Hark! hark! still sings the nightingale,
Whilst a dark cloud is the moon's rays confining;
Hark! hark! now her voice on the gale
Comes from the brake where the woodbine's entwining;

The summer is coming,

The insects are humming,
All nature's expanding in beauty and order;
My love and I'll wander
Where streamlets meander,
And where the blue violets bloom on their border."

There is a homely heartiness about the verses on the
death of Gaffer Gun that reminds us of Holcroft's beau-
tiful little poem entitled, "Gaffer Gray."
"Poor old Gaffer Gun,

Thy labour is done,

The sod thou shalt sever no more;

Thy doublet and flail

Are hung on a nail,

But the corn's left undress'd on the floor.

"And when to be tried,

Soul and body divide,

May thy sins be, as chaff, lightly driven;
But as grain, bright and sound,

May thy spirit be found,

And 'twill meet a good market in Heaven."

Of Southey's introductory essay, we need only say, that as there is no subject to which he cannot lend a new charm from his graceful manner of treating it, so it was to be expected that he would eminently succeed in one so much to his taste as the present. A melancholy interest attaches to the narratives of Stephen Duck and Anne Yearsley. But by far the most attractive of Southey's heroes are the bold roisterer Taylor, the water-poet, and the amiable Bryant-the first and last of the series.

In bestowing upon the Laureate this modicum of approbation, we must at the same time state the regret with which we have found sprinkled through the book frequent expressions of a somewhat testy disposition. For an amiable man Mr Southey is the most touchy that we know. He is sore all over, and you are continually fret

ting him unawares.
He is a true "Nemo me impune
lacessit❞—a kind of intellectual Scotch Thistle in the gar-
dens of Parnassus. We can enjoy a humorous remon-
strance like the following:-" The Poet Laureate is sup-
posed by many persons to be a sort of Lord Chancellor
in literature, a Lord Keeper of the King's taste, and to
have the literary patronage of the public, and the state at
his disposal. The appointment itself has not exposed me
to more sarcasms, as pungent as they have been new, con-
cerning sack and sackbut, than this opinion has produced
suitors to the High Court of Poetry, over which I am
supposed to preside. Know all men by these presents,
that the Poet Laureate receiveth no allowance of sack;
[the more's the pity!] and that any application to him
in that, or any other capacity, for poetical preferment,
from aspirant sons of song, might as well be addressed to
the man in the moon." We also have full sympathy
with his enmity to autograph-hunters. But such pas-
sages as the following are unworthy a man of Southey's
genius:" This book was noticed in the Monthly Review
with a better feeling than is usually found in periodical
criticisms." "Bad poets become malevolent critics just
as weak wine turns to vinegar." "I would have said
something here concerning the March of Intellect, and
the beneficial direction which might be given it by those
who are not for beating it to the tune of Ca ira." And
we may add the fling at Sir James Graham with which
the essay concludes. What is the use of breaking in
upon our inclination to be delighted by reminding us
continually, that the Laureate has had less than justice
done by some critics, and therefore feels sore; that his
moral lectures have been (too much) as the voice of one
preaching in the wilderness, that he is a soured and disap-
pointed politician?

A Narrative of a Visit to the Court of Sinde; a Sketch of the History of Cutch, from its first connexion with the British Government in India till the Conclusion of the Treaty in 1819; and some Remarks on the Medica! Topography of Bhooj. By James Burnes, Surgeon to the Residency at Bhooj. 8vo. Pp. 253. Bombay. Printed by permission of the Government, for the Perusal of the Author's Friends. 1829. Edinburgh. 1831.

(Unpublished.)

-an object in a great measure defeated by the watchful jealousy of its government. Nevertheless, a considerable mass of materials has been from time to time accumulated by the labours of Messrs Crow, Ellis, Seton, and Pottinger. Towards the end of the year 1827, the author of the work now before us received an invitation to proceed to the court of Hyderabad, on account of the sickness of one of the principal chiefs. The intimate footing upon which he was placed with that leader and his fellows in empire, in virtue of his office of physician, have enabled him to throw more light upon the nature of their strangely-constituted government than any of his predecessors.

On the distribution of the Mogul empire into soobahs, or divisions, Sinde was attached to Mooltan. Upon the invasion of India by Nadir Shah, this province was ceded to Persia. After the assassination of that monarch, one of his generals laid the foundation of the monarchy of Cabùl, to which Sinde soon submitted, and has ever since remained at least nominally subordinate. The government of the district remained, through all these changes, in the possession of the same family which swayed it under the Mogul emperors; until the cruelties of the last of the race excited the Talpoors, a powerful tribe in the mountains of Belochistan, to revolt. Futteh Ali, one of the most powerful chiefs of the Talpoors, was called by the general voice to the direction of affairs, and was shortly afterwards confirmed ruler of the country by the patent of the King of Cabûl. He admitted his three younger brothers, Ghoolam Ali, Kurm Ali, and Mourad Ali, to a participation in his high destinies, and the four agreed to reign under the denomination of the Ameers, or Lords of Sinde. While they all lived, the strong and unvarying attachment they evinced for each other gained them the honourable appellation of Char Yar, or "the four friends ;" and this unparalleled form of government continued until the successive deaths of three of the brothers left the sole sovereignty in the hands of Mourad Ali.

Mr Burnes thus describes the impression left upon his mind by his first introduction to the court of Hyderabad:

"The coup d'œil was splendid. I had an opportunity of seeing the whole reigning family at a glance, and I have certainly never witnessed any spectacle which was more gratifying, or approached nearer to the fancies we indulge THE dominions of the Ameers of Sinde extend from in childhood, of eastern grandeur. The group formed a the district of Shikarpoor, on the frontier of Cabûl, and semicircle of elegantly attired figures, at the end of a lofty the island of Bukkor, in the Indus, along the level plain, hall spread with Persian carpeting. In the centre were watered by that river, to the sea. It is bounded on the seated the two principal Ameers on their musnud, a slightly south by the British principality of Cutch and the Indian with flowers of silk and gold, the corners of which were elevated cushion of French white satin, beautifully worked Ocean; on the east by the kingdom of Jessulmere, and the secured by four massive and highly-chased golden ornaRegistah, or Sandy Desert; by the mountains of Belochis-ments, resembling pine-apples, and, together with a large tan on the west, and by the provinces of Seewistan and Bahawulpoor on the north. The Indus traverses the country in a direction nearly diagonal; fertilizing the soil by its numerous intersecting branches, but frequently producing fatal diseases, by the swamps which its annual inundations create. The capital of Sinde is Hyderabad, situated about 130 miles from the sea, and containing 20,000 inhabitants. The only other city of note is Tatta, containing 40,000 souls.

Ever since the final occupation of Cutch by the British troops in 1819, the government of British India has been brought into close connexion with Sinde. The rulers of that country have evinced little cordial feeling towards their new neighbours. The Company's governors were forced, when engaged in the Bhurtpore and Burmese operations, to assemble large bodies of troops, to prevent the Ameers from taking advantage of the occasion to invade that province. And there is little doubt that the court of Hyderabad countenanced the Meeanah plunderers, who infested and devastated Cutch in 1825. It became, therefore, an object to obtain information respecting the constitution of this state and its resources,

velvet pillow behind, covered with rich embroidery, presenting a very grand appearance. On each side, their Highnesses were supported by the members of their family, conand the sons of Mourad Ali, Meers Noor Mahommed, and sisting of their nephews, Meer Sobdar and Mahommed, Nusseer Khan. Farther off sat their more distant relations, among whom were Meer Mahmood, their uncle, and his sons Ahmed Khan, and Juhan Khan. Behind stood a crowd of well-dressed attendants, sword and shield bearers to the different princes.

"To an European, and one accustomed to form his notions of native ceremony by a much humbler standard, it dress, and the attention to cleanliness, in the scene before was particularly gratifying to observe the taste displayed in me. There was no gaudy show of tinsel or scarlet; none of that mixture of gorgeousness and dirt to be seen at the courts of most Hindoo princes, but, on the contrary, a degree of simple and becoming elegance, far surpassing any thing of the kind it had ever been my fortune to behold. The Ameers and their attendants were habited nearly alike, in angricas or tunics of fine white muslin, neatly prepared and plaited so as to resemble dimity, with cummerbunds or sashes of silk and gold, wide Turkish trowsers of silk, tied at the ancle, chiefly dark blue, and the Sindian caps I have already described, made of gold brocade, or embroidered

The people of Sinde are happily described by Mr observation, and of an enterprising and indefatigable Crow: spirit.

"The inhabitants of Sinde are a strong and healthy race of men, rather more fitted for fatigue than activity, and are mostly tall and dark complexioned. Those who enjoy ease and indulgence, are uncommonly corpulent, which perhaps their great use of milk disposes all to be. The princes are remarkably broad and fat, and many of the Beloche chiefs and officers of their court too large for the dimensions of any European chair. As rotundity is so much the distinction of greatness, it is admired as a beauty, and sought as an ambition; and prescriptions, therefore, for increasing bulk, are much esteemed. The Sindians in their tempers are proud, impatient, knavish, and mean. Placed between Muckran and Hindoostan, they seem to have acquired the vices, both of the barbarity on the one side, and the civilisation on the other, without the virtues of either. Their natural faculties are good, and their energies would reward encouragement, but their moral character is a compound scarcely to be described, and still less to be trusted; and fanaticism, superstition, and despotism, are debasing it more and more every day. There is no zeal but for the propagation of the faith; no spirit but in celebrating the Eed; no liberality but in feeding lazy Seyuds; and no taste but in ornamenting old tombs. Their active diversions are shooting and clapping with their swords, to prove their temper, and the strength of their own arms. with their matchlocks, and inimitably dexterous with the They are good marksmen bow and a blunt heavy arrow, which they use for game, and dart in a transverse instead of a straight direction, so that the body, and not the point of the arrow, strikes the object. With these arrows they kill partridges flying, to the right and left, as surely and expeditiously as an European sportsman with a double-barrelled gun. All the princes are, from great practice, incredibly expert both with their guns and bows. In riding, and the use of the sword, the Sindians have no skill, nor have they any exercise peculiar to themselves."

Mr Burnes thus completes the picture: "Though the iron rod of the Ameers has repressed the daring spirit of the military classes of their subjects, and the general tranquillity of the province has left their energies to slumber for a while, they may yet be considered as a body of marauders, ready to take arms for any cause which will afford them support, or which offers a prospect of plunder. Like hungry vultures, they would almost seem to 'scent the battle from afar ;' for the train of dissension is no sooner lighted, than war becomes their universal cry; and it is incredible in how short a period they flock to their rendezvous. Sobdar's late insurrection was settled in the course of a few days, but not until twenty or thirty thousand volunteers had joined the different standards; and numbers were crowding in hourly when the adjustment took place. In the field, the Sindian soldier has no discipline; and as his pay is generally contemptible, and frequently uncertain, he conceives himself fully privileged to supply his wants at the expense of the villages on his march. He is acknowledged to be brave and hardy, but his reputation is far higher in his own country than anywhere else. His vanity and gasconading are proverbial: from the general down to his meanest follower in the camp, every man makes his own past and intended exploits, or those of his ancestors, the constant theme of his conversation and contemplation; and it is remarkable with what patience they listen to the empty vauntings of one another. The army of the Ameers, when collected, presents a motley and ill-accoutred assemblage of mercenaries from all quarters; and it is composed chiefly of adventurers, who have descended from the mountains of Belochistan, to one of the tribes of which, that of Rind, the reigning house traces its origin."

Besides the narrative of the author's visit to the court of Sinde, this volume contains a succinct and clear history of the transactions which brought the province of Cutch into the hands of the British; and some important information respecting the most prevalent diseases of that province, and their causes. Two lithographed charts accompany the work ;-one of the Delta of the Indusmore correct than any that has yet been published in Europe: the other of the province of Cutch-a reduced copy of a map compiled by the author's brother, from actual measurement and observation. Mr Burnes' work proves him to be a man possessed of accurate powers of

The Marchmont Papers. By the Right Honourable Sir
George Rose, Bart., M.P. 3 vols. 8vo. London.
John Murray. 1831.

THESE Volumes have reached us too late in the week to leave us time for a formal review. We extract from which go far to vindicate that lady's head and heart from them some letters of the famous Duchess of Marlborough, the aspersions of Pope.

"Sarah Duchess of Marlborough to Hugh Earl of Marchmont.

"March 3d, 1742.

"My lord,-I give you many thanks for the favour of prove of my inclination in choosing a quiet life in the counyour letter; and it is a pleasure to me to find that you ap try rather than being at London. As I am of the simpler sex, and fourscore, I am sure I have nothing that can tempt any body; and though I know some that are very agreeable me to change my inclination, since I can be of no use to to converse with, the uncertainty of seeing them, from their live as I do, till something unavoidable forces me to Marlown natural calls and my ill health, makes me choose to borough House, where I cannot avoid many troubles, which very much overbalances the very few that I can hope to of Lords; and as you are a very young man, it may natuconverse with. I am glad you had any success in the House rally make you hope that things may happen to grow betpower that can contribute to it; but, for my own part, I ter: but if they do not, it is certainly right to do all in one's think if we could get the better of the tyrants and fools that have so near brought this country to ruin, as history gives an account of the thirty tyrants, those that are honest would that has been done by the changes in the last scheme, when not be the better for it;-at least it appears so to me by all of England are ignorant and poor; and it must be equal to the patriots joined with the court. Much the greatest part them who governs. Those that have fortunes worth preserving are such knaves and fools, that to get more they have shown they will hazard the losing of all; however, I think every man that struggles to oppose what is against both reason and the laws, deserves to be esteemed and praised as highly as even Mr Pope could do it. I think myself the least thought of coming to see me; but at this time, as much obliged both to your lordship and to him for having the gout, when people are old, does not fix in any one part, which, though very painful, it ends in giving you ease, mine is almost always upon me in some part or other, and gives me a great deal of uneasiness-so much, that I cannot is now in a good deal of disorder by having sick servants; have any pleasure in conversation; and, besides, my family but I think I am in no present danger of death; and when it does come, I hope I shall bear it patiently, though I own torturing pain an evil; that is the only thing that I now I am not arrived at so much philosophy as not to think body has yet demonstrated whether it is a good thing or a dread-for death is unavoidable; and I cannot find that any bad one. and if you talk to Mr Pope of me, endeavour to keep him Pray do not think me wicked in saying this; soul as much as he does, though I am not learned enough my friend; for I do firmly believe the immortality of the to have found out what it is; but as I am sure there must be some Great Power that formed this world, that Power will distinguish with rewards and punishments, otherwise the wicked would be happier than the good, the first of which generally gratify all their passions; and those that are most worthy are generally ill treated, and most unhappy. that, you know, I cannot possibly understand; but this I have tired you a great while with writing upon things truth I can assure you, that since I can remember, though I can give no account how it came to be so, I never feared any thing so much as to do the least thing that I imagined could possibly bring any shame upon me; and therefore I hope that for small omissions my punishment will not be severe when I go out of this world; and I think there canthis is at present. I am, with the greatest esteem and truth not possibly be a worse place of any long continuance than imaginable, your lordship's most faithful and obliged humble servant, S. MARLBOROUGH."