began his life with boxing, and ended it with living upon vegetables, into which system avarice a little entered.  At the beginning of the present war, he very honourably would resign his regiment, though the King pressed him to keep it, because his rupture hindered his serving abroad.  My father, with whom he was always well, would at any time have given him the blue riband; but he piqued himself on its being offered to him without asking it. the truth was, he did not care for the expense of the instalment.  His great excellence was architecture:  the bridge at Wilton is more beautiful than any thing of Lord Burlington or Kent.  He has left an only son, a fine boy about sixteen.(91) Last week, Lord Crawford(92) died too, as is supposed, by taking a large quantity of laudanum, under impatience at the badness of his circumstances, and at the seventeenth opening of the wound which he got in Hungary, in a battle with the Turks.  I must tell you a story apropos of two noble instances of fidelity and generosity.  His servant, a French papist, saw him fall; watched, and carried him off into a ditch.  Lord Crawford told him the Turks would certainly find them, and that, as he could not live himself, it was in vain for him to risk his life too, and insisted on the man making his escape.  After a long contest, the servant retired, found a priest, confessed himself, came back, and told his lord that he was now prepared to die, and would never leave him.  The enemy did not return, and both were saved.  After Lord Crawford’s death, this story was related to old Charles Stanhope, Lord Harrington’s brother, whom I mentioned just now:  he sent for the fellow, told him he could not take him himself, but, as from his lord’s affairs he concluded he had not been able to provide for him, he would give him fifty pounds, and did.

To make up for my long silence, and to make up for a long letter, I will string another old story, which I have just heard, to this.  General Wade was at a low gaming-house, and had a very fine snuffbox, which on a sudden he missed.  Every body denied having taken it:  he insisted on searching the company.  He did:  there remained only one man, who had stood behind him, but refused to be searched, unless the general would go into another room alone with him:  there the man told him, that he was born a gentleman, was reduced, and lived by what little bets he could pick up there, and by fragments which the waiters sometimes gave him.  “At this moment I have half a fowl in my pocket; I was afraid of being exposed; here it is!  Now, Sir, you may search me.”  Wade was so struck, that he gave the man a hundred pounds; and immediately the genius of generosity, whose province is almost a sinecure, was very glad of the opportunity of making him find his own snuff-box, or another very like it, in his own pocket again.

Lord Marchmont is to succeed Lord Crawford as one of the sixteen:  the House of Lords is so inactive that at last the ministry have ventured to let him in there.  His brother Hume Campbell, who has been in a state of neutrality, begins to frequent the House again.