or chapel; if he can look you in the face as an honest man, and say I am in want, and you have no reason, prima facie, to disbelieve his statement, give without enquiry, and at once.' These are the actions, pursuits, and plans of a man who is in his second childhood.' These are the circumscribed' charities of A BIGOT!- This is the manner in which, month after month, and year after year, the fortune, time, and talents of that man are employed, whom the Catholic bishop, Dr. Baines, has the hardihood to insinuate is a hypocrite.

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"But perhaps it may be urged in reply, all this display of charity is very Christian and very praiseworthy; but the Archdeacon's fortune is handsome, and he can afford it. Beyond doubt, there is no gratification which he denies to himself.' The reverse is the fact. The pervading feature of every object at the vicarage is its extreme simplicity; every thing is good, but singularly plain. His table is frugality itself; the epicure or the fanciful eater must not trust himself there: Fuge littus iniquum. Alas! for them, not a trace of self-indulgence, personal extravagance, or private gratification is perceptible. In conversation the archdeacon is reserved; and there may be some truth in the remark, that he does not possess the knack of talking;' but the few observations which fall from him are those of a man who has read much

and thought more. He is cautious, and rather unwilling to form fresh acquaintances; and is accused, I think most unjustly, of hanging back from the younger clergy. I say unjustly, because I have heard those whom distance had placed beyond the sphere of his action, and others whom fanaticism had blinded to his worth, term hima haughty dignitary,' and 'a high priest,' &c.; but, during a residence in his own immediate neighbourhood, I had reiterated proofs of the kindness and courtesy of his manner to his younger brethren in the ministry; how ready he was at all times to afford them not only his advice, but his able and unwearied assistance, and, if circumstances required it, his personal support. His circle of private friend is small. I remember his once saying to me, There is not in England a great deal of so

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ciety in which a clergyman, that is, I mean, a clergyman alive to the duties of his holy calling, and mindful of the sacredness and separation of his profession, can with propriety mingle.' He holds in dignified and just contempt that vilest of all expedients for killing time — taking up and laying down scraps of painted paper, but is particularly fond of sacred music. Like some other able men, he has lived too much in his study and too little in the world, and is occasionally the dupe of the most barefaced imposition. Of this I heard an instance from his own lips. We had been talking of the London Society for the Conversion of the Jews. Not long ago,' said the archdeacon, a most singular looking individual, miserably clad, and the very picture of poverty, came to Bradley, and requested to see me. After a short preface, he told me he was a converted Jew. about the man; but as I felt reluctant to turn him empty away, I entered into conversation with him at some length, and questioned him pretty closely. His answers were so singularly well expressed, and evinced such an intimate acquaintance with Scripture, his account of himself was so plausible, and the change, which gradually took place in his mind, was so extremely natural, and so ingeniously described, that I felt convinced I had done him injustice. I kept him ten days, clothed him, and gave him a draft for ten guineas. Fortyeight hours afterwards I heard of his getting drunk at the Ring of Bells in the next village, and boasting how gloriously he had gulled old Daubeny! I must confess I felt rather chagrined at the moment; though, to be sure, after the experience I have had, I ought to know better by this time. Well, well, after all I had better be the cheatee than the cheater.'

"Reserved, and at times austere, as he appears, he abounds in kindly feeling. It was delightful to see him come out in his grey reading gown and romp with his little grandchildren on the lawn, the most noisy and riotous of the party; and there is no instance I remember of my ever having spent a day with him, in which he did not mention the late Mrs.

Daubeny *, coupled with some brief but most affectionate apostrophe to her memory.

"Such is the ARCHDEACON of SARUM-the HYPOCRITE

and the BIGOT.

How far the portrait is correct, let those who know him best determine. I have sketched him as he is; in a light far more subdued than my own respect for his worth and admiration for his talents would prompt me. If the portrait, then, appears highly coloured, blame not the painter, but the original.”

Besides the munificent charities described in the above extracts, the archdeacon has bequeathed the following sums, which are free of legacy duty; —2,000l. for the support of his asylum established at North Bradley, having in his lifetime, besides erecting the building, invested 1,800l. for its support; to the Bath General Hospital, 100%.; to the General Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge, 2007.; to the Society for Propagating the Gospel in Foreign Parts, 2007. It was only within a few days of his death that the archdeacon contributed the sum of 500l. towards the support of the episcopal clergy in Scotland.

The foregoing memoir has been derived from "The Gentleman's Magazine," "The Monthly Magazine," and "The Living and the Dead."

No. V.

LORD DE TABLEY.

JOHN FLEMING LEICESTER, BARON DE TABLEY.

AGRICULTURE, Commerce, and manufactures, require no patron. The wants of mankind and the spirit of enterprise are always sufficient to call forth their powers, and to provide for their success. The same may, in the present day, be said of literature. The great mass of human beings have become so enlightened, that food for the mind is as necessary to them as food for the body; and with regard, therefore, to high literary talent, publicity and reward are almost equivalent terms. But such is not yet the case, in this country at least, with the fine arts; they are of later and more tender growth, and stand in need of careful cultivation and the warmest sunshine of private favour. The public taste, although refining and strengthening, is yet far from being adequate to their due encouragement; and they must perish without the aid of liberal individuals, sensible of their value, and possessed of inclination and means to give them that support which is essential to their existence.

Not merely as among the most eminent, but as, beyond pretensions to competition, the most eminent of such individuals, stood the late Lord de Tabley. The materials for the following memoir of that lamented nobleman, we have almost exclusively derived from an interesting biography of him, by William Carey, Esq. H. M. R. I. I. which appeared in the European Magazine for August and September, 1823.

Lord de Tabley was descended, by the paternal and maternal lines, from ancient and honourable families in England

and Ireland. One of his ancestors, Sir Nicholas Leycester, knight, was possessed of the estates of Nether Tabley, in Cheshire, in the reign of Edward the First; and was appointed to the important office of Lord Keeper of Chester by that monarch. Sir Peter Leycester, baronet, a descendant of Sir Nicholas, and Lord de Tabley's great great grandfather, in 1642, married Elizabeth, a daughter of Gilbert Lord Gerard, of Gerard's Bromley, by Eleanor, sole heiress of Thomas Dutton, of Dutton, in Staffordshire, He was also related, by marriage, to the family of Lord Byron, in Nottinghamshire; and in Sir Peter Leycester's celebrated work on the Antiquities of England and Ireland, with particular remarks concerning Cheshire, published in 1673, he has given a very lively description of Lady Eleanor Byron, one of Sir John's ancestors. A fine portrait of that lady, painted by Sir Peter Lely, is now among the beauties in the royal palace at Hampton Court, and a duplicate of that picture, by the same master, is in the family collection at Tabley House.

Lord de Tabley's father, Sir Peter Byrne, baronet, was a native of the sister kingdom, of the very ancient and honourable family of the Byrnes, a distinguished branch of which, the Byrnes of Cabinteely, is at present possessed of large estates near Dunleary, in the county of Dublin. Sir Peter Byrne, on his marriage with the sole heiress of the Leicester estates at Tabley, adopted the name of Leicester, by an act of Parliament. He had a love for the fine arts, and patronised Wilson and Barret. There are two landscapes, one a View of Tabley by the former, and one of Beeston Castle, by the latter, both painted under Sir Peter's hospitable roof; and he also erected that splendid monument of his taste and liberality, the present Tabley House, within view of the venerable family mansion, and about two miles from Knutsford.

At this hereditary seat Lord de Tabley was born, on the 4th of April 1762. He received the Christian names of John Fleming; deriving the second from the ancient family of the Flemings, at Rydal, in Westmorland, to which he was related