vindictiveness; of my exultation at the confusion of those who inflicted those sufferings!  How I despise the base creatures, the crawling slaves, the callous and cowardly hypocrites, who affect to be ‘shocked’ (tender souls!) at my expressions of joy, and at the death of Gibbs, Ellenborough, Perceval, Liverpool, Canning, and the rest of the tribe that I have already seen out, and at the fatal workings of that system, for endeavouring to check which I was thus punished!  How I despise these wretches, and how I, above all things, enjoy their ruin, and anticipate their utter beggary!  What!  I am to forgive, am I, injuries like this; and that, too, without any atonement?  Oh, no!  I have not so read the Holy Scriptures; I have not, from them, learned that I am not to rejoice at the fall of unjust foes; and it makes a part of my happiness to be able to tell millions of men that I do thus rejoice, and that I have the means of calling on so many just and merciful men to rejoice along with me.

302.  Now, then, the book-learning was forced upon us.  I had a farm in hand.  It was necessary that I should be constantly informed of what was doing.  I gave all the orders, whether as to purchases, sales, ploughing, sowing, breeding; in short, with regard to every thing, and the things were endless in number and variety, and always full of interest.  My eldest son and daughter could now write well and fast.  One or the other of these was always at Botley; and I had with me (having hired the best part of the keeper’s house) one or two, besides either this brother or sister; the mother coming up to town about once in two or three months, leaving the house and children in the care of her sister.  We had a HAMPER, with a lock and two keys, which came up once a week, or oftener, bringing me fruit and all sorts of country fare, for the carriage of which, cost free, I was indebted to as good a man as ever God created, the late Mr. GEORGE ROGERS, of Southampton, who, in the prime of life, died deeply lamented by thousands, but by none more deeply than by me and my family, who have to thank him, and the whole of his excellent family, for benefits and marks of kindness without number.

303.  This HAMPER, which was always, at both ends of the line, looked for with the most lively feelings, became our school.  It brought me a journal of labours, proceedings, and occurrences, written on paper of shape and size uniform, and so contrived, as to margins, as to admit of binding.  The journal used, when my son was the writer, to be interspersed with drawings of our dogs, colts, or any thing that he wanted me to have a correct idea of.  The hamper brought me plants, bulbs, and the like, that I might see the size of them; and always every one sent his or her most beautiful flowers; the earliest violets, and primroses, and cowslips, and blue-bells; the earliest