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ROGER STERNE (grandson to Archbishop Sterne), Lieutenant in Handaside's regiment, was married to Agnes Hebert, widow of a captain, of a good family : her family-name was (I believe) Nuttlethough, upon recollection, that was the name of her father-in-law, who was a noted sutler in Flanders, in Queen Ann's wars, where my father married his wife's daughter (N. B. he was in debt to him), which was in September 25, 1711, old style. This Nuttle had a son by my grandmother--a fine person of a man, but a graceless whelp—what became of him I know not- The family (if any left), live now at Clonmel, in the South of Ireland, at which town I was born November 24, 1713, a few days after my mother arrived from Dunkirk.—My birth-day was ominous to my poor father, who was, the day after our arrival, with many other brave officers, broke, and sent adrift into the wide world with a wife and two children--the elder of which was Mary; she was born at Lisle in French Flanders, July the tenth, one thousand seven hundred and twelve, old style.—This child was most unfortunate—she married one Weemans, in Dublin who used her most unmercifully-spent his substance, became a bankrupt, and left my poor sister to shift for herself, which she was able to do but for a few months, for she went to a friend's house in the country, and died of a broken heart. She was a most beautiful woman—of a fine figure, and deserved a better fate.—The regiment in which my father served being broke, he left Ireland as soon as I was able to be carried, with the rest of his family, and came to the family seat at Elvington, near York, where his mother lived. daughter to Sir George Jaques, and an heiress. There we sojourned for above ten months, when the regiment was established, and our household decamped with bag and baggage for Dublin-within a month of our arrival, my father left us, being ordered to Exeter, where, in a sad winter, my mother and her two children followed him, travel. ling from Liverpool by land to Plymouth. (Melancholy description of this journey not necessary to be transmitted here.) In twelve months we were all sent back to Dublin.--My mother, with three of us (for she laid-in at Plymouth of a boy,

She was

Joram), took ship at Bristol, for Ireland, and had a narrow escape from being cast away, by a leak springing up in the vessel. At lengtlı, after many perils and struggles, we got to Dublin. There my father took a large house, furnished it, and in a year and a half's time spent a great deal of money.

- In the year one thousand seven hundred and nineteen, all unhinged again ; the regiment was ordered, with many others, to the Isle of Wight, in order to enbark for Spain, in the Vigo expedition. We accompanied the regiment, and were driven into Milford Haven, but landed at Bristol, from thence by land to Plymouth again, and to the Isle of Wight—where I ren ember we stayed encamped some time before the embarkation of the troops (in this expedition from Bristol to Hampshire we lost poor Joram-a pretty boy, four years old, of the small-pox)—my mother, sister, and myself, remained at the Isle of Wight during the Vigo expedition, and until the regiment had got back to Wicklow in Ireland, from whence my father sent

We had poor Joram's loss supplied during our stay in the Isle of Wight, by the birth of a girl, Anne, born September the twenty-third, one thousand seven hundred and nineteen. This pretty blossom fell at the age of three years, in the barracks of Dublin-she was, as I well remember, of a fine delicate frame, not made to last long, as were most of my father's babes. We embarked for Dublin, and had all been cast away by a most violent storm, but, through the intercessions of my mother, the captain was prevailed upon to turn back into Wales, where we stayed a month, and at length

for us.

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