were constant in their attendance at his house in town. It may be necessary here to apprise our readers, that all the necessary apparatus for painting and drawing, with a month's stock of bladder colours, as well as dry, pencils, and an easel which he took in pieces in a moment, all these necessaries were contained in a neat mahogany box about thirty inches square. For, as if he had anticipated the numerous wanderings, and changes of his abode, that was henceforward to be his lot; he gave orders to a cabinet-maker, soon after his arrival in Charlotte Street, for the said convenient painting chest, or box, at the very time every person, but his brother and a few friends, thought him permanently settled there.

Thus provided, the brothers set off for Leicester, and arrived there without any adventure worth recording in this Memoir ; but lest a residence in the town should lead to a discovery of who they were, it was deemed most prudent to remove to a convenient distance, and they took lodgings at a farmer's near Enderley. During his stay

here he painted several very fine pictures, and made some of the most capital drawings that are to be seen any where of his. hand. He also conducted himself with the greatest decorum, and associated with gentlemen of talents and great respectability; such as the Rev. Mr. Pigot, Claude Lorrain Smith, and others. Having, by sober habits, and a constant exertion of his wonder-working hand, acquired a pretty roundt sum, he determined all of a sudden for London. Klobstock or Klob, a nicknanie he always addressed his brother by, in his letters, as well as conversation, was ordered to clean his palette and pencils, and pack up for immediate departure. Klob upon these occasions was all obedience, having too much sense to contend with one whose will must be absolute, and with whom contradiction must be the inevitable signal of separation.

Upon their arrival in London, a trusty friend was sent to reconnoitre the premises in Charlotte Street, and announce the master's arrival to the family: all necessary

precautions being thus taken, the painter stole into his own house, as he stole out of it, trembling in every joint, as if a cold fit of an ague was upon him. Finding the attention of the bums confined to the house in Charlotte Street, he had the hay-loft over the stable, already mentioned, converted into a painting-room; and in case of a siege, he had a ladder ready to let down from either of the windows, one of which looked into the mews and the other into his own yard. But not being able to endure this sort of confinement longer than the six days ordained for man to labour, he sallied forth upon the seventh, and was met by two or three of his old acquaintance. amongst the shoulder-tickling disturbers.' From these he learned how things stood, and when and who to tip, which relieved his mind considerably, and eased him of the expence and trouble of keeping an outpost always upon the look-out at the corner ́of the mews. In a little time, however, when he had been seen two or three times, to use their own phraseology, they wrote George "As how the plaintive began to

be queer, and peery, 'cause why, they did'nt grab, and therefore warned him to buy a brush before they should be forced to do the thing ungenteelly and pull him up."

These hints were sufficiently understood by our painter, who immediately dispatchéd Klob, and his man George, to prepare for a retreat, which they soon effected, and conducted the painter and his kit of painting apparatus to Lambeth safely, and unobserved by the philistines. Notice being given, soon after he had sojourned here for about a month, that his quarters were discovered, a place of more security was provided for him at East Sheen, where he remained for a considerable time in perfect security, until a temporary accommodation with his creditors enabled him for a short time to appear at large once more.

About this time he called one day upon the author in a gig with his brother-in-law, Mr. William Ward; he brought with him a small basket of fish as a peace offering, and insisted upon a promise, before he would

leave the house, from the author to dine with him and Mr. Ward at East Sheen the ensuing Sunday. Seeing him perfectly sober, and Mr. Ward promising to call for his friend, the latter agreed; and on the Sunday morning they set off for East Sheen. It was then about the beginning of autumn, and the weather extremely sultry; they were both ignorant of the right paths across. the corn fields, and lost their way completely. In consequence of this misfortune it was near four o'clock when they arrived at Sheen, quite tired, and parched with the heat and thirst. But what was their surprise and disappointment when they understood from Mrs. Morland and her sister, that no provision had been made for visitors, and they had all dined above an hour. The cream of the jest was, that Morland had rode to town at six o'clock that morning, and had never told his wife a syllable about having invited his two friends. This intelligence was like a thunderbolt falling upon a barrel of gunpowder; the explosion of course was terrible. The author vowed vengeance against the head and shoulders of the paint