V. 
   
    1755-1756.
 
    
     [An 
    
     Arab 
    
     horse 
    
     for 
    
     Lord 
    
     Northumberland 
    
     and 
    
     his 
    
     Armenian 
    
     groom 
    
     - 
    
     Northumberland 
    
     House 
    
     - 
    
     Mr. 
    
     Bale 
    
     - 
    
     An 
    
     interview 
    
     - 
    
     Letter 
    
     of 
    
     Joseph 
    
     Ameen 
    
     to 
    
     the 
    
     Earl 
    
     of 
    
     Northumberland 
    
     - 
    
     All 
    
     is 
    
     changed 
    
     - 
    
     Duke 
    
     of 
    
     Cumberland 
    
     - 
    
     Woolwich 
    
     at 
    
     the 
    
     expense 
    
     of 
    
     H.
    
     R.
    
     H.
    
     ]
 
   
    In 
   
    the 
   
    month 
   
    of 
   
    November, 
   
    when 
   
    one 
   
    morning 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    was 
   
    going 
   
    along 
   
    Cheapside, 
   
    he 
   
    met 
   
    a 
   
    young 
   
    man 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    Turkish 
   
    habit, 
   
    and 
   
    had 
   
    the 
   
    curiosity 
   
    to 
   
    speak 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    language, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    found 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian; 
   
    both 
   
    parties 
   
    were 
   
    glad 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    each 
   
    other. 
   
    Emin 
   
    after 
   
    inquiry, 
   
    was 
   
    informed 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    man 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    sent 
   
    over 
   
    with 
   
    an 
   
    Arabian 
   
    horse, 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    groom, 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    English 
   
    merchants 
   
    at 
   
    Aleppo, 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    Grace 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    Duke 
   
    (at 
   
    that 
   
    time 
   
    Earl) 
   
    of 
   
    Northumberland. 
   
    The 
   
    Armenian 
   
    groom 
   
    desired 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    call 
   
    on 
   
    him 
   
    at 
   
    Northumberland-house, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    an 
   
    entire 
   
    stranger 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    English, 
   
    in, 
   
    order 
   
    to 
   
    explain 
   
    some 
   
    words 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house; 
   
    to 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    agreed 
   
    very 
   
    gladly, 
   
    not 
   
    foreseeing 
   
    the 
   
    happy 
   
    consequences 
   
    of 
   
    it. 
   
    The 
   
    next 
   
    morning 
   
    accordingly 
   
    he 
   
    went, 
   
    and 
   
    stood 
   
    interpreter 
   
    between 
   
    him 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    servants 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    more 
   
    particularly 
   
    his 
   
    Graces 
   
    gentleman, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale, 
   
    who 
   
    wanted 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    commission 
   
    for 
   
    an 
   
    Arabian 
   
    horse, 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    glad 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    Emins 
   
    assistance, 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    a 
   
    particular 
   
    explanation. 
   
    His 
   
    countryman 
   
    desired 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    dine 
   
    there 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    footmen, 
   
    but 
   
    not 
   
    with 
   
    him 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    second 
   
    table; 
   
    where 
   
    his 
   
    Graces 
   
    gentleman, 
   
    the 
   
    Duchesss 
   
    gentlewoman, 
   
    the 
   
    steward, 
   
    and 
   
    head 
   
    French 
   
    cook, 
   
    and 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Lambe, 
   
    groom 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    chambers, 
   
    were; 
   
    which 
   
    unpolite 
   
    behaviour, 
   
    obliged 
   
    Emin 
   
    to 
   
    reprimand 
   
    the 
   
    man 
   
    pretty 
   
    smartly; 
   
    upon 
   
    which, 
   
    both 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale 
   
    and 
   
    Lambe 
   
    appeared, 
   
    taking 
   
    him 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    hand, 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    set 
   
    with 
   
    them 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    table 
   
    at 
   
    dinner. 
   
    The 
   
    Armenian 
   
    told 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bate 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    could, 
   
    that 
   
    Emin 
   
    said, 
   
    though 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    taken 
   
    so 
   
    much 
   
    notice 
   
    of, 
   
    yet 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    subject 
   
    of 
   
    Emins. 
   
    This 
   
    little 
   
    circumstance 
   
    was 
   
    insinuated 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    Grace 
   
    without 
   
    the 
   
    knowledge 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    author, 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    aware 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    interest 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    making, 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    day 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    frequenting 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    to 
   
    introduce 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    Graces 
   
    audience. 
   
    While 
   
    Emin 
   
    was 
   
    doing 
   
    some 
   
    little 
   
    writing 
   
    business 
   
    here 
   
    and 
   
    there, 
   
    and 
   
    saved 
   
    just 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    the 
   
    ten 
   
    guineas 
   
    back 
   
    again 
   
    to 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Davis 
   
    to 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    said, 
   
    that 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    do 
   
    otherwise, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    work 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    passage, 
   
    nor 
   
    could 
   
    accept 
   
    the 
   
    money; 
   
    on 
   
    purpose 
   
    that 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    arrived 
   
    in 
   
    Bengal, 
   
    understanding 
   
    the 
   
    English 
   
    tolerably 
   
    well, 
   
    he 
   
    might 
   
    get 
   
    employment 
   
    there, 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    hear 
   
    the 
   
    mortifying 
   
    expressions 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    Banians, 
   
    nor 
   
    to 
   
    bear 
   
    the 
   
    cool 
   
    reception 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    relations. 
   
    Good 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Davis 
   
    used 
   
    his 
   
    utmost 
   
    endeavours 
   
    to 
   
    persuade 
   
    him, 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    by 
   
    no 
   
    means 
   
    accept 
   
    the 
   
    money; 
   
    he 
   
    said, 
   
    since 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    so 
   
    worthless 
   
    as 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    maintained 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    whole 
   
    kingdom, 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    trusted 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    father, 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    beneath 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    submit 
   
    to 
   
    meanness. 
   
    He 
   
    once 
   
    trusted 
   
    in 
   
    God, 
   
    and 
   
    would 
   
    stand 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    word, 
   
    though 
   
    his 
   
    heart 
   
    was 
   
    hung 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    single 
   
    hair; 
   
    but 
   
    his 
   
    hope 
   
    told 
   
    him, 
   
    That 
   
    Great 
   
    Maker 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    desert 
   
    him. 
   
    Thereupon 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Davis 
   
    wrote 
   
    a 
   
    note, 
   
    and 
   
    recommended 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Crab 
   
    Bolton 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    square 
   
    near 
   
    Bishopsgate-street, 
   
    that 
   
    time 
   
    chairman 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    court 
   
    of 
   
    directors, 
   
    who 
   
    favoured 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    writing 
   
    to 
   
    ship 
   
    himself 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    an 
   
    Indiaman 
   
    for 
   
    Bengal. 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    came 
   
    home, 
   
    he 
   
    found 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    groom 
   
    waiting 
   
    for 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    saying, 
   
    "Lord 
   
    Northumberland 
   
    wants 
   
    you, 
   
    let 
   
    us 
   
    go.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    believe 
   
    it, 
   
    but 
   
    went. 
   
    No 
   
    sooner 
   
    had 
   
    he 
   
    entered 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    than 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale 
   
    told 
   
    him, 
   
    that 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    was 
   
    desirous 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    him. 
   
    He 
   
    said 
   
    "Let 
   
    me 
   
    go 
   
    back 
   
    to 
   
    put 
   
    on 
   
    a 
   
    clean 
   
    shirt, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    more 
   
    decent 
   
    coat.
   
    " 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale 
   
    said, 
   
    "My 
   
    lord 
   
    will 
   
    know 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    without 
   
    fine 
   
    cloaths.
   
    " 
   
    Emin 
   
    consented, 
   
    called 
   
    God 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    heart 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    assistance, 
   
    and 
   
    entered 
   
    the 
   
    library, 
   
    where 
   
    the 
   
    duke 
   
    was 
   
    standing 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    side 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    table. 
   
    After 
   
    making 
   
    his 
   
    bow 
   
    and 
   
    paying 
   
    respects 
   
    due 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    greatness, 
   
    the 
   
    duke 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    "The 
   
    Armenian 
   
    groom 
   
    Asataim 
   
    does 
   
    not 
   
    understand 
   
    English, 
   
    nor 
   
    is 
   
    he, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    broken 
   
    lingua 
   
    Franca, 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    us 
   
    understand 
   
    him; 
   
    we 
   
    are 
   
    at 
   
    a 
   
    loss 
   
    to 
   
    explain 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    the 
   
    different 
   
    marks 
   
    of 
   
    horses. 
   
    Have 
   
    you 
   
    seen 
   
    the 
   
    chestnut-coloured 
   
    Arab 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    has 
   
    brought 
   
    over?" 
   
    "Yes, 
   
    my 
   
    lord.
   
    " 
   
    "Pray, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Emin, 
   
    what 
   
    do 
   
    you 
   
    think 
   
    of 
   
    it; 
   
    is 
   
    it 
   
    a 
   
    true 
   
    one?" 
   
    "Yes, 
   
    my 
   
    lord" 
   
    said 
   
    Emin; 
   
    "if 
   
    your 
   
    lordship 
   
    will 
   
    give 
   
    me 
   
    a 
   
    commission, 
   
    I 
   
    give 
   
    you 
   
    my 
   
    word 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    procure 
   
    a 
   
    better.
   
    " 
   
    "Pray 
   
    Sir, 
   
    where 
   
    is 
   
    your 
   
    father?" 
   
    He 
   
    answered, 
   
    "In 
   
    Bengal, 
   
    my 
   
    lord.
   
    " 
   
    "What 
   
    is 
   
    your 
   
    reason 
   
    for 
   
    chusing 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    Aleppo?" 
   
    "My 
   
    lord, 
   
    the 
   
    Indian 
   
    climate 
   
    is 
   
    too 
   
    hot, 
   
    it 
   
    does 
   
    not 
   
    agree 
   
    with 
   
    me.
   
    " 
   
    "How 
   
    old 
   
    were 
   
    you 
   
    when 
   
    you 
   
    left 
   
    Persia?" 
   
    "Between 
   
    seventeen 
   
    and 
   
    eighteen.
   
    " 
   
    "You 
   
    were 
   
    too 
   
    young,
   
    " 
   
    said 
   
    his 
   
    lordship, 
   
    "and 
   
    cannot 
   
    be 
   
    a 
   
    judge 
   
    of 
   
    horses.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    said, 
   
    "My 
   
    lord, 
   
    I 
   
    know 
   
    the 
   
    nature 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Arabs, 
   
    as 
   
    I 
   
    understand 
   
    Turkish, 
   
    Persian 
   
    and 
   
    Armenian; 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    go 
   
    among 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    tents; 
   
    they 
   
    are 
   
    the 
   
    most 
   
    hospitable 
   
    people 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    universe. 
   
    I 
   
    learnt 
   
    their 
   
    manners 
   
    in 
   
    Bagdad. 
   
    After 
   
    making 
   
    presents 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    yards 
   
    of 
   
    English 
   
    green 
   
    cloths, 
   
    with 
   
    some 
   
    coffee 
   
    and 
   
    sugar, 
   
    and 
   
    having 
   
    tasted 
   
    bread 
   
    and 
   
    salt 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    chief 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    clan, 
   
    I 
   
    shall 
   
    become 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    family; 
   
    then 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    depend 
   
    upon 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    getting 
   
    a 
   
    genuine 
   
    Arabian 
   
    horse.
   
    " 
   
    (The 
   
    authors 
   
    intention 
   
    was 
   
    to 
   
    throw 
   
    himself 
   
    that 
   
    way 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    mountains 
   
    of 
   
    Armenia, 
   
    since 
   
    Nadir 
   
    Shah 
   
    had 
   
    then 
   
    been 
   
    dead 
   
    but 
   
    three 
   
    or 
   
    four 
   
    years, 
   
    and 
   
    people 
   
    were 
   
    stirring 
   
    pretty 
   
    briskly.
   
    )
 
   
    "No, 
   
    no,
   
    " 
   
    said 
   
    the 
   
    duke, 
   
    "Let 
   
    us 
   
    drop 
   
    the 
   
    horse 
   
    story. 
   
    Pray 
   
    let 
   
    me 
   
    know 
   
    the 
   
    motives 
   
    that 
   
    brought 
   
    you 
   
    hither 
   
    from 
   
    Bengal?" 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    said, 
   
    "My 
   
    lord, 
   
    my 
   
    father 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    poor 
   
    man; 
   
    I 
   
    came 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    black 
   
    lascars 
   
    as 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    them, 
   
    and 
   
    shall 
   
    go 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    days.
   
    " 
   
    "Pray, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Emin,
   
    " 
   
    said 
   
    his 
   
    lordship, 
   
    "conceal 
   
    nothing 
   
    from 
   
    me; 
   
    tell 
   
    me 
   
    the 
   
    truth, 
   
    for 
   
    I 
   
    see 
   
    there 
   
    is 
   
    some 
   
    extraordinary 
   
    thing 
   
    in 
   
    your 
   
    mind; 
   
    conceal 
   
    nothing 
   
    from 
   
    me; 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    upon 
   
    my 
   
    honour 
   
    stand 
   
    your 
   
    friend; 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    doubtful 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    word.
   
    " 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    said, 
   
    "My 
   
    lord, 
   
    your 
   
    gentleman 
   
    is 
   
    apprehensive 
   
    of 
   
    having 
   
    introduced 
   
    a 
   
    sharper 
   
    to 
   
    rob 
   
    your 
   
    lordship; 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    heard 
   
    the 
   
    clack 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    door 
   
    three 
   
    times 
   
    since 
   
    my 
   
    coming 
   
    here, 
   
    you 
   
    bad 
   
    him 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    come 
   
    in; 
   
    I 
   
    beg 
   
    your 
   
    lordship 
   
    will 
   
    let 
   
    him 
   
    enter, 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    his 
   
    mind 
   
    easy, 
   
    then 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    begin 
   
    the 
   
    history.
   
    " 
   
    Nothing 
   
    at 
   
    that 
   
    time 
   
    could 
   
    please 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    so 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    the 
   
    remark 
   
    Emin 
   
    made, 
   
    the 
   
    Earl 
   
    laughing 
   
    heartily 
   
    at 
   
    it, 
   
    called 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale 
   
    in, 
   
    by 
   
    ringing 
   
    the 
   
    bell, 
   
    charging 
   
    him 
   
    strictly 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    any 
   
    person 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    was 
   
    at 
   
    home. 
   
    Upon 
   
    which 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale, 
   
    seeing 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    was 
   
    safe, 
   
    went 
   
    out 
   
    with 
   
    tranquillity. 
   
    His 
   
    lordship 
   
    then 
   
    said, 
   
    "Now, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Emin, 
   
    let 
   
    me 
   
    hear 
   
    you;
   
    " 
   
    with 
   
    such 
   
    condescending 
   
    affability 
   
    and 
   
    good-nature, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    was 
   
    encouraged 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    degree 
   
    of 
   
    inspiration.
 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    him 
   
    the 
   
    story 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    various 
   
    misfortunes 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    life, 
   
    the 
   
    hardships 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    through, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    adversity 
   
    which 
   
    still 
   
    awaited 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    cause 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    country; 
   
    it 
   
    affected 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    so, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    refrain 
   
    from 
   
    shedding 
   
    tears. 
   
    To 
   
    shew 
   
    the 
   
    feelings 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    human 
   
    mind, 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    now 
   
    no 
   
    more, 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    great 
   
    grief 
   
    of 
   
    Emins 
   
    bleeding 
   
    heart. 
   
    When 
   
    the 
   
    writer 
   
    was 
   
    near 
   
    finishing 
   
    the 
   
    narrative 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    life, 
   
    and 
   
    said 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    read 
   
    and 
   
    write, 
   
    his 
   
    Grace 
   
    desired 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    draw 
   
    a 
   
    short 
   
    memorial 
   
    of 
   
    it, 
   
    looked 
   
    at 
   
    his 
   
    watch, 
   
    and 
   
    found 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    one 
   
    oclock 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    morning; 
   
    he 
   
    then 
   
    asked 
   
    him, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    indebted 
   
    to 
   
    any 
   
    one? 
   
    Emin 
   
    said, 
   
    no; 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    single 
   
    shilling 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    pocket; 
   
    his 
   
    Grace 
   
    offered 
   
    his 
   
    purse; 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    with 
   
    much 
   
    ado 
   
    took 
   
    one 
   
    guinea 
   
    out, 
   
    and 
   
    returning 
   
    the 
   
    purse, 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    bow, 
   
    bade 
   
    his 
   
    Grace 
   
    good 
   
    morning, 
   
    and 
   
    went 
   
    away 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    lodgings. 
   
    He 
   
    then 
   
    began 
   
    the 
   
    promised 
   
    letter, 
   
    and 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    sleep 
   
    the 
   
    whole 
   
    morning 
   
    till 
   
    he 
   
    completed 
   
    it 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    could. 
   
    The 
   
    following 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    copy 
   
    of 
   
    it.
 
   
    [A 
   
    LETTER 
   
    FROM 
   
    JOSEPH 
   
    AMEEN 
   
    TO 
   
    THE 
   
    EARL 
   
    OF 
   
    NORTHUMBERLAND.
   
    ]
 
   
    My 
   
    Lord
 
   
    I 
   
    present 
   
    you 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    Specimen 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    Writting 
   
    I 
   
    promised. 
   
    It 
   
    is 
   
    too 
   
    bold 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    afraid 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    myself 
   
    the 
   
    Subject, 
   
    when 
   
    I 
   
    write 
   
    for 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship, 
   
    but 
   
    forgive 
   
    my 
   
    good 
   
    Lord 
   
    the 
   
    Language 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    Stranger. 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    in 
   
    too 
   
    low 
   
    Condition 
   
    to 
   
    know 
   
    how 
   
    to 
   
    write 
   
    proper 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    but 
   
    you 
   
    speak 
   
    to 
   
    me 
   
    more 
   
    kind 
   
    and 
   
    humbly 
   
    than 
   
    mean 
   
    People, 
   
    so 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    encouraged. 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    very 
   
    good 
   
    designs 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    suffered 
   
    very 
   
    much 
   
    Hardships 
   
    for 
   
    them. 
   
    I 
   
    think 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    despise 
   
    a 
   
    person 
   
    in 
   
    mean 
   
    Condition 
   
    for 
   
    thinking 
   
    of 
   
    some 
   
    thing 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    Livelyhood. 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    good 
   
    will 
   
    thrown 
   
    behind 
   
    me 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    easy 
   
    Livelyhood 
   
    for 
   
    this 
   
    Condition 
   
    mean 
   
    as 
   
    it 
   
    is, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    not 
   
    troubled. 
   
    If 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    carry 
   
    my 
   
    Point 
   
    at 
   
    last, 
   
    As 
   
    long 
   
    as 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    remember 
   
    my 
   
    own 
   
    Family 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    remember 
   
    my 
   
    Great 
   
    Grandfather, 
   
    they 
   
    have 
   
    always 
   
    been 
   
    Soldiers, 
   
    and 
   
    always 
   
    did 
   
    Remember 
   
    Christ, 
   
    tho 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    torn 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    their 
   
    Country 
   
    of 
   
    Armenia 
   
    by 
   
    Shaw 
   
    Abbas 
   
    and 
   
    planted 
   
    in 
   
    Hamadan 
   
    after 
   
    their 
   
    Captivity 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    Soldiers 
   
    still: 
   
    two 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    Uncles 
   
    did 
   
    Spill 
   
    their 
   
    Blood 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Service 
   
    of 
   
    Kouli 
   
    Kan 
   
    my 
   
    Father 
   
    was 
   
    his 
   
    Slave 
   
    for 
   
    many 
   
    Years, 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    at 
   
    last 
   
    forced 
   
    to 
   
    fly 
   
    into 
   
    India, 
   
    because 
   
    this 
   
    Tyrant 
   
    had 
   
    sharpened 
   
    his 
   
    Battle 
   
    Ax 
   
    more 
   
    against 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    Army 
   
    than 
   
    upon 
   
    his 
   
    Enemies. 
   
    Soon 
   
    after 
   
    my 
   
    Father 
   
    sent 
   
    for 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    Calcutta 
   
    in 
   
    Bengall 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    Merchant, 
   
    There 
   
    I 
   
    saw 
   
    the 
   
    Fort 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Europeans 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    Soldiers 
   
    Exercise, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    Shipping 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    dextrous 
   
    and 
   
    perfect 
   
    in 
   
    all 
   
    things, 
   
    then 
   
    I 
   
    grieved 
   
    with 
   
    myself, 
   
    for 
   
    my 
   
    Religion 
   
    and 
   
    my 
   
    Country, 
   
    that 
   
    we 
   
    were 
   
    in 
   
    Slavery 
   
    and 
   
    Ignorance 
   
    like 
   
    Jews 
   
    Vagabonds 
   
    upon 
   
    Earth, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    spoke 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    father 
   
    upon 
   
    all 
   
    this, 
   
    because 
   
    our 
   
    Fathers 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    fight 
   
    for 
   
    their 
   
    Country, 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    understood 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    black 
   
    Armenians 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Mountains 
   
    were 
   
    free, 
   
    and 
   
    handled 
   
    Arms 
   
    from 
   
    their 
   
    Childhood, 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    those 
   
    under 
   
    Patriarch, 
   
    who 
   
    are 
   
    subject 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Turks 
   
    and 
   
    Persians 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    want 
   
    Courage, 
   
    but 
   
    they 
   
    are 
   
    all 
   
    Ignorant, 
   
    and 
   
    fight 
   
    only 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    wild 
   
    and 
   
    natural 
   
    fierceness, 
   
    and 
   
    so 
   
    they 
   
    have 
   
    no 
   
    order 
   
    and 
   
    do 
   
    nothing 
   
    but 
   
    like 
   
    Robbers, 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    resolved 
   
    I 
   
    woud 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    Europe 
   
    to 
   
    learn 
   
    Art 
   
    Military 
   
    and 
   
    other 
   
    Sciences 
   
    to 
   
    assist 
   
    that 
   
    Art; 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    sure 
   
    that 
   
    If 
   
    I 
   
    would 
   
    go 
   
    into 
   
    Armenia 
   
    like 
   
    an 
   
    European 
   
    Officer, 
   
    I 
   
    may 
   
    be 
   
    usefull 
   
    at 
   
    least 
   
    in 
   
    some 
   
    degree 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Country; 
   
    but 
   
    my 
   
    Father 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    listen 
   
    to 
   
    me, 
   
    for 
   
    God 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    give 
   
    him 
   
    understanding 
   
    in 
   
    these 
   
    things. 
   
    I 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    bear 
   
    to 
   
    live 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    Beast, 
   
    eating 
   
    and 
   
    drinking 
   
    without 
   
    Liberty 
   
    or 
   
    Knowledge. 
   
    I 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    Cap
    
     t 
   
    Fox 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Ship 
   
    Walpole 
   
    and 
   
    kissed 
   
    his 
   
    Feet 
   
    a 
   
    Hundred 
   
    Times 
   
    to 
   
    let 
   
    me 
   
    work 
   
    for 
   
    my 
   
    Passage 
   
    to 
   
    Europe 
   
    before 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    bend 
   
    to 
   
    me, 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    at 
   
    last 
   
    admit 
   
    me, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    England 
   
    with 
   
    much 
   
    Labour, 
   
    but 
   
    it 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    grieve 
   
    me 
   
    when 
   
    I 
   
    thought 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    Country. 
   
    I 
   
    entred 
   
    with 
   
    my 
   
    little 
   
    Money 
   
    into 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Middletons 
   
    Academy. 
   
    I 
   
    had 
   
    the 
   
    Honour 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    so 
   
    before. 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    first 
   
    a 
   
    Scholar, 
   
    and 
   
    when 
   
    my 
   
    Money 
   
    was 
   
    gone, 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    Servant 
   
    there 
   
    for 
   
    my 
   
    Learning, 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    broke, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    lost 
   
    every 
   
    thing. 
   
    I 
   
    went 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    Street 
   
    to 
   
    work 
   
    for 
   
    my 
   
    Bread, 
   
    for 
   
    I 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    bear 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    wagging 
   
    a 
   
    Tail 
   
    at 
   
    Peoples 
   
    doors 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    bit 
   
    of 
   
    Meat, 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    grieve 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    Misery 
   
    which 
   
    I 
   
    went 
   
    through. 
   
    I 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    want 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    Pitied. 
   
    I 
   
    got 
   
    Service 
   
    at 
   
    last 
   
    with 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Roberts 
   
    a 
   
    Grocer 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    City, 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    time 
   
    I 
   
    carried 
   
    burthens 
   
    of 
   
    near 
   
    200 
   
    Lib 
   
    upon 
   
    my 
   
    back 
   
    and 
   
    paid 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    Wages 
   
    to 
   
    learn 
    
     Geomerty, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    complete 
   
    my 
   
    Writing, 
   
    and 
   
    just 
   
    to 
   
    begin 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    French, 
   
    but 
   
    because 
   
    my 
   
    Lord 
   
    I 
   
    almost 
   
    starved 
   
    myself 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    for 
   
    this 
   
    and 
   
    carried 
   
    Burthens 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    my 
   
    Strength, 
   
    I 
   
    hurted 
   
    myself 
   
    and 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    work 
   
    any 
   
    longer, 
   
    so 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    dispair, 
   
    and 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    care 
   
    what 
   
    become 
   
    of 
   
    me, 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    Friend 
   
    put 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    write 
   
    with 
   
    one 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Webster 
   
    an 
   
    Attorney 
   
    in 
   
    Cheapside 
   
    which 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    time 
   
    got 
   
    Bread, 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    resolved 
   
    in 
   
    dispair 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    again 
   
    to 
   
    India, 
   
    because 
   
    no 
   
    body 
   
    woud 
   
    put 
   
    out 
   
    his 
   
    hand 
   
    to 
   
    help 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    learn, 
   
    and 
   
    my 
   
    Uncle 
   
    sent 
   
    ։60 
   
    to 
   
    Governor 
   
    Davis 
   
    to 
   
    carry 
   
    me 
   
    back. 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    afraid 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    too 
   
    troublesome 
   
    in 
   
    my 
   
    Accounts 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    but 
   
    we 
   
    people 
   
    of 
   
    Asia 
   
    cant 
   
    say 
   
    little 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    deal 
   
    like 
   
    Scholars. 
   
    Now 
   
    I 
   
    met 
   
    by 
   
    chance 
   
    some 
   
    Gentlemen 
   
    who 
   
    encouraged 
   
    me, 
   
    and 
   
    gave 
   
    me 
   
    Books 
   
    to 
   
    read 
   
    and 
   
    advised 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    kiss 
   
    Colo 
   
    Dingleys 
   
    hands 
   
    and 
   
    shew 
   
    my 
   
    business 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    brave 
   
    Soldier, 
   
    took 
   
    me 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    hand, 
   
    spoke 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    Serjeant 
   
    an 
   
    Honest 
   
    Man 
   
    to 
   
    teach 
   
    me 
   
    Manual 
   
    Exercise 
   
    and 
   
    gave 
   
    me 
   
    Blands 
   
    Military 
   
    Discipline 
   
    and 
   
    promised 
   
    to 
   
    help 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    learn 
   
    Gunnery 
   
    and 
   
    Fortification; 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    again 
   
    unfortuned, 
   
    for 
   
    when 
   
    light 
   
    just 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    come 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Eyes 
   
    he 
   
    died, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    like 
   
    before 
   
    except 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    knew 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    of 
   
    Manuel 
   
    Exercise 
   
    and 
   
    read 
   
    some 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Roman 
   
    History, 
   
    could 
   
    learn 
   
    no 
   
    more 
   
    nor 
   
    live, 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    broke 
   
    to 
   
    Pieces, 
   
    and 
   
    bowed 
   
    my 
   
    Neck 
   
    to 
   
    Governor 
   
    Davis 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    over 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Friends 
   
    without 
   
    doing 
   
    any 
   
    of 
   
    these 
   
    things 
   
    I 
   
    suffered 
   
    for. 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    Net 
   
    at 
   
    present 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    happier 
   
    than 
   
    all 
   
    Mankind 
   
    if 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    meet 
   
    any 
   
    great 
   
    Man 
   
    that 
   
    can 
   
    prevail 
   
    on 
   
    Governor 
   
    Davis 
   
    to 
   
    allow 
   
    me 
   
    something 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Money 
   
    he 
   
    has, 
   
    only 
   
    upon 
   
    Condition 
   
    I 
   
    return 
   
    to 
   
    blindness 
   
    again 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    may 
   
    go 
   
    through 
   
    Evolutions 
   
    with 
   
    Recruits, 
   
    and 
   
    learn 
   
    Gunnery 
   
    and 
   
    Fortification; 
   
    and 
   
    if 
   
    there 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    War 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    one 
   
    Year 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    Volunteer. 
   
    If 
   
    Governor 
   
    Davis 
   
    writes 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    a 
   
    Great 
   
    Man 
   
    here 
   
    my 
   
    Protector 
   
    my 
   
    Father 
   
    who 
   
    looks 
   
    upon 
   
    me 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    Person 
   
    run 
   
    away 
   
    and 
   
    forsaken, 
   
    will 
   
    make 
   
    me 
   
    an 
   
    Allowance 
   
    to 
   
    learn. 
   
    If 
   
    I 
   
    could 
   
    clear 
   
    my 
   
    own 
   
    Eyes 
   
    and 
   
    serve 
   
    my 
   
    Country 
   
    and 
   
    my 
   
    Religion 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    trod 
   
    under 
   
    foot 
   
    of 
   
    Mussulman, 
   
    I 
   
    would 
   
    go 
   
    thro 
   
    all 
   
    Slavery 
   
    and 
   
    danger 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    glad 
   
    Heart, 
   
    but 
   
    if 
   
    I 
   
    must 
   
    return 
   
    after 
   
    four 
   
    years 
   
    Slavery 
   
    and 
   
    Misery 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    Ignorance 
   
    without 
   
    doing 
   
    any 
   
    good 
   
    would 
   
    break 
   
    my 
   
    heart 
   
    my 
   
    Lord 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    End. 
   
    I 
   
    beg 
   
    Pardon; 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    experience 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    Lordships 
   
    Goodness 
   
    else 
   
    I 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    say 
   
    so 
   
    much. 
   
    I 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    receive 
   
    but 
   
    return, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    want 
   
    nothing 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    speaking 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    Authority 
   
    of 
   
    Indian 
   
    Governor 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Friends, 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    always 
   
    been 
   
    honest, 
   
    those 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    Slave 
   
    to 
   
    will 
   
    say 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    honest. 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Gray 
   
    trusted 
   
    me. 
   
    here 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    Sort 
   
    of 
   
    Story 
   
    nothing 
   
    but 
   
    your 
   
    Lordships 
   
    goodness 
   
    can 
   
    make 
   
    tolerable 
   
    to 
   
    you. 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    much 
   
    Obliged 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    for 
   
    your 
   
    Patience 
   
    and 
   
    shall 
   
    be 
   
    very 
   
    proud 
   
    of 
   
    giving 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    Proofs 
   
    in 
   
    my 
   
    Power 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    your 
   
    Lordships 
   
    very 
   
    much 
   
    Obedient 
   
    and 
   
    most 
   
    Obliged 
   
    humble 
   
    Servant.
 
   
    Jo. 
   
    AMEEN.
 
   
    NOTE.
 
 
    
     Armenians 
    
     in 
    
     the 
    
     mountains 
    
     who 
    
     had 
    
     never 
    
     been 
    
     conquered.
 
   
    [Emin 
   
    here 
   
    refers 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    five 
   
    Meliks, 
   
    or 
   
    Chiefs 
   
    of 
   
    Karabagh, 
   
    men 
   
    of 
   
    noble 
   
    birth 
   
    who 
   
    for 
   
    some 
   
    reason 
   
    or 
   
    another 
   
    had 
   
    quitted 
   
    their 
   
    native 
   
    territories 
   
    in 
   
    other 
   
    parts 
   
    of 
   
    Armenia, 
   
    and 
   
    had 
   
    settled 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Karabagh 
   
    mountains, 
   
    the 
   
    natural 
   
    features 
   
    of 
   
    which 
   
    region, 
   
    combined 
   
    with 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    valour 
   
    and 
   
    skill 
   
    in 
   
    warfare, 
   
    had 
   
    enabled 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    protect 
   
    themselves 
   
    against 
   
    the 
   
    incursions 
   
    of 
   
    hostile 
   
    peoples 
   
    and 
   
    tribes, 
   
    - 
   
    such 
   
    as 
   
    Turkmans, 
   
    Kurds, 
   
    Osmanlis 
   
    (the 
   
    real 
   
    Turks), 
   
    Lezguis, 
   
    and 
   
    others, 
   
    - 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    preserve 
   
    a 
   
    certain 
   
    amount 
   
    of 
   
    independence 
   
    - 
   
    until 
   
    that 
   
    fateful 
   
    day 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    archintriguer 
   
    and 
   
    villain, 
   
    Panah 
   
    Khan, 
   
    exshepherd 
   
    and 
   
    town-crier, 
   
    set 
   
    foot 
   
    in 
   
    Karabagh.
 
   
    The 
   
    word 
   
    Black 
   
    is 
   
    connected 
   
    with 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    various 
   
    ways. 
   
    Kara-bagh 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Turkman 
   
    language 
   
    means 
   
    Black 
   
    Garden, 
   
    - 
   
    probably 
   
    an 
   
    allusion 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    marvellous 
   
    fertility 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    soil, 
   
    - 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    Meliks 
   
    of 
   
    Gulistan 
   
    were 
   
    nicknamed 
   
    the 
   
    Black-heads 
   
    - 
   
    in 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    "
    
     Sevaklukh.
   
    " 
   
    This 
   
    clan 
   
    possessed 
   
    from 
   
    former 
   
    times 
   
    the 
   
    right 
   
    of 
   
    bearing 
   
    on 
   
    their 
   
    standard, 
   
    or 
   
    coat-of-arms, 
   
    the 
   
    royal 
   
    emblem 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    eagle. 
   
    Not 
   
    the 
   
    golden 
   
    eagle, 
   
    nor 
   
    the 
   
    double 
   
    spread-eagle 
   
    of 
   
    actual 
   
    royalty, 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    black-headed 
   
    eagle, 
   
    and, 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    statement 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    member 
   
    of 
   
    this 
   
    family 
   
    (b. 
   
    1795, 
   
    d. 
   
    1884) 
   
    who 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    India 
   
    in 
   
    1813, 
   
    only 
   
    "half 
   
    an 
   
    eagle.
   
    " 
   
    What 
   
    he 
   
    intended 
   
    to 
   
    convey 
   
    by 
   
    this 
   
    description 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    not 
   
    been 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    discover, 
   
    but 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    nickname 
   
    it 
   
    would 
   
    seem 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    probably 
   
    meant 
   
    the 
   
    head 
   
    and 
   
    neck 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    bird 
   
    - 
   
    in 
   
    heraldic 
   
    parlance, 
   
    an 
   
    eagles 
   
    head 
   
    couped. 
   
    The 
   
    first 
   
    of 
   
    this 
   
    clan 
   
    to 
   
    settle 
   
    in 
   
    Karabagh 
   
    was 
   
    the 
   
    Black 
   
    Centurion, 
    
     Sev 
    
     Apov, 
   
    so 
   
    called 
   
    on 
   
    account 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    swarthy 
   
    complexion, 
   
    which 
   
    was 
   
    inherited 
   
    by 
   
    several 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    descendants; 
   
    not, 
   
    however, 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    one 
   
    who 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    India, 
   
    for 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    fair 
   
    man 
   
    with 
   
    brown 
   
    hair 
   
    and 
   
    grey 
   
    eyes 
   
    - 
   
    and 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    unparalleled 
   
    obstinacy!]
 
   
    That 
   
    morning 
   
    (being 
   
    Thursday) 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    carried 
   
    this 
   
    writing, 
   
    and 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    given 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale, 
   
    his 
   
    friend, 
   
    to 
   
    present 
   
    it, 
   
    but 
   
    his 
   
    countenance 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    so 
   
    kind 
   
    as 
   
    before, 
   
    it 
   
    appeared 
   
    full 
   
    of 
   
    jealousy; 
   
    and, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    sinking 
   
    voice, 
   
    he 
   
    told 
   
    him 
   
    very 
   
    coolly, 
   
    He 
   
    had 
   
    nothing 
   
    to 
   
    do 
   
    with 
   
    it; 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    turned 
   
    his 
   
    back. 
   
    Emin, 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    faithful 
   
    dog, 
   
    following 
   
    him, 
   
    said, 
   
    "Sir, 
   
    you 
   
    need 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    uneasy 
   
    in 
   
    your 
   
    mind, 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    person 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    suspected, 
   
    or 
   
    to 
   
    undermine 
   
    any 
   
    soul 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    house. 
   
    When 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    last 
   
    night 
   
    kindly 
   
    offered 
   
    me 
   
    leave 
   
    to 
   
    stay, 
   
    I 
   
    thanked 
   
    him 
   
    saying, 
   
    I 
   
    wished 
   
    to 
   
    live 
   
    and 
   
    die 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    field 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    man. 
   
    Then 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale, 
   
    with 
   
    some 
   
    indifference, 
   
    said, 
   
    "Very 
   
    well, 
   
    give 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    porter 
   
    Jones.
   
    " 
   
    The 
   
    letter 
   
    was 
   
    opened, 
   
    that 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale 
   
    might 
   
    read 
   
    it 
   
    first: 
   
    the 
   
    jolly 
   
    door-keeper 
   
    lighted 
   
    a 
   
    candle, 
   
    put 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    seal 
   
    upon 
   
    it, 
   
    and 
   
    promised 
   
    cheerfully 
   
    to 
   
    deliver 
   
    it 
   
    into 
   
    his 
   
    lordships 
   
    own 
   
    hands.
 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    went 
   
    home, 
   
    reflecting 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    cross 
   
    reception 
   
    of 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale; 
   
    but 
   
    comforted 
   
    his 
   
    wounded 
   
    heart 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    following 
   
    sacred 
   
    verse: 
   
    "O! 
   
    put 
   
    not 
   
    your 
   
    trust 
   
    in 
   
    princes, 
   
    nor 
   
    in 
   
    any 
   
    child 
   
    of 
   
    man, 
   
    for 
   
    there 
   
    is 
   
    no 
   
    help 
   
    in 
   
    them; 
   
    for 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    breath 
   
    of 
   
    man 
   
    goeth 
   
    forth 
   
    he 
   
    shall 
   
    turn 
   
    again 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    earth, 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    all 
   
    his 
   
    thoughts 
   
    perish.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    resolved 
   
    to 
   
    struggle 
   
    no 
   
    more, 
   
    packed 
   
    up 
   
    his 
   
    things, 
   
    and, 
   
    on 
   
    Monday 
   
    morning, 
   
    sent 
   
    the 
   
    servant-maid 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    porter 
   
    and 
   
    waterman. 
   
    When 
   
    they 
   
    came 
   
    up 
   
    stairs 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    bargaining 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    fare, 
   
    one 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    his 
   
    things 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    water-side, 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    to 
   
    row 
   
    him 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    the 
   
    ship 
   
    which 
   
    lay 
   
    somewhere 
   
    down 
   
    the 
   
    river, 
   
    who 
   
    should 
   
    come 
   
    up 
   
    just 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    time 
   
    but 
   
    his 
   
    honest 
   
    friend 
   
    old 
   
    Gilman, 
   
    the 
   
    washerwomans 
   
    husband, 
   
    stamping 
   
    and 
   
    roaring, 
   
    and 
   
    saying 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    "My 
   
    dear 
   
    boy, 
   
    I 
   
    called 
   
    at 
   
    Northumberland-house 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    your 
   
    countrymans 
   
    linen 
   
    to 
   
    wash; 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Smithson 
   
    the 
   
    housekeeper 
   
    asked 
   
    me, 
   
    What 
   
    was 
   
    become 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    little 
   
    Armenian 
   
    that 
   
    my 
   
    wife 
   
    washed 
   
    for? 
   
    I 
   
    told 
   
    her 
   
    I 
   
    carried 
   
    his 
   
    linen 
   
    home 
   
    last 
   
    Saturday 
   
    evening, 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    made 
   
    me 
   
    a 
   
    present 
   
    of 
   
    half-a-crown, 
   
    besides 
   
    what 
   
    was 
   
    due; 
   
    that 
   
    when 
   
    we 
   
    took 
   
    leave 
   
    of 
   
    one 
   
    another, 
   
    he 
   
    said, 
   
    Pray 
   
    for 
   
    me, 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    going 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    for 
   
    Bengal; 
   
    it 
   
    will 
   
    either 
   
    be 
   
    to-morrow, 
   
    or 
   
    Monday 
   
    morning. 
   
    And 
   
    I 
   
    told 
   
    her, 
   
    he 
   
    must 
   
    be 
   
    gone 
   
    by 
   
    that 
   
    time. 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Smithson 
   
    said, 
   
    My 
   
    Lord 
   
    has 
   
    been 
   
    enquiring, 
   
    ever 
   
    since 
   
    last 
   
    Thursday, 
   
    of 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    servants 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    to 
   
    know 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    lodged. 
   
    I 
   
    told 
   
    her, 
   
    every 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    knew 
   
    it; 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    had, 
   
    with 
   
    my 
   
    own 
   
    eyes, 
   
    seen 
   
    his 
   
    countryman, 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    groom, 
   
    almost 
   
    every 
   
    day 
   
    with 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    lodgings; 
   
    why 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    he 
   
    shew 
   
    the 
   
    way? 
   
    My 
   
    dear 
   
    boy, 
   
    that 
   
    illnatured 
   
    fellow 
   
    was 
   
    standing 
   
    by 
   
    when 
   
    these 
   
    words 
   
    passed. 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Smithson 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    O 
   
    fy, 
   
    fy 
   
    upon 
   
    you, 
   
    Asataim! 
   
    what 
   
    do 
   
    you 
   
    think 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    will 
   
    say 
   
    to 
   
    that? 
   
    The 
   
    good 
   
    woman 
   
    gave 
   
    me 
   
    a 
   
    shilling, 
   
    and 
   
    two 
   
    glasses 
   
    of 
   
    wine; 
   
    and 
   
    desired 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    run 
   
    as 
   
    fast 
   
    as 
   
    I 
   
    could, 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    were 
   
    not 
   
    gone 
   
    away; 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    you, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    great 
   
    duke 
   
    of 
   
    Somerset 
   
    wanted 
   
    you. 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    more 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    - 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    given 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    character 
   
    of 
   
    you; 
   
    told 
   
    her 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    were 
   
    an 
   
    honest 
   
    boy; 
   
    and 
   
    remember 
   
    that 
   
    we, 
   
    the 
   
    brave 
   
    people 
   
    of 
   
    Ireland, 
   
    are 
   
    more 
   
    true 
   
    to 
   
    our 
   
    friends, 
   
    and 
   
    have 
   
    better 
   
    hearts 
   
    than 
   
    your 
   
    own 
   
    countrymen.
   
    "
 
   
    Emin 
   
    thanked 
   
    the 
   
    old 
   
    man, 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    some 
   
    amends, 
   
    gave 
   
    a 
   
    shilling 
   
    to 
   
    each 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    men 
   
    (the 
   
    porter 
   
    and 
   
    waterman); 
   
    dressed 
   
    himself, 
   
    and 
   
    set 
   
    out 
   
    immediately 
   
    to 
   
    know 
   
    his 
   
    Graces 
   
    pleasure. 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    entered 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    honest 
   
    Jones 
   
    wished 
   
    him 
   
    joy; 
   
    abusing 
   
    the 
   
    groom 
   
    for 
   
    keeping 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    in 
   
    suspense, 
   
    which 
   
    made 
   
    the 
   
    whole 
   
    family 
   
    uneasy 
   
    for 
   
    four 
   
    days 
   
    together. 
   
    The 
   
    second 
   
    servant 
   
    he 
   
    met 
   
    was 
   
    his 
   
    former 
   
    friend 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Bale, 
   
    my 
   
    lords 
   
    gentleman, 
   
    who, 
   
    with 
   
    an 
   
    outward 
   
    appearance 
   
    of 
   
    good-nature, 
   
    conducted 
   
    him 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    drawing-room, 
   
    brought 
   
    a 
   
    dish 
   
    of 
   
    chocolate 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    hands, 
   
    and 
   
    said, 
   
    "His 
   
    lordship 
   
    is 
   
    busy, 
   
    rest 
   
    yourself 
   
    a 
   
    little, 
   
    he 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    here 
   
    presently.
   
    " 
   
    In 
   
    about 
   
    five 
   
    minutes, 
   
    Emins 
   
    princely 
   
    protector 
   
    entered, 
   
    and 
   
    received 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    mighty 
   
    arms, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    hopes 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    is 
   
    now 
   
    received 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    bosom 
   
    of 
   
    Christ. 
   
    After 
   
    blaming 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    kind 
   
    fatherly 
   
    manner 
   
    for 
   
    not 
   
    leaving 
   
    his 
   
    direction, 
   
    he 
   
    said, 
   
    "His 
   
    Royal 
   
    Highness 
   
    the 
   
    Duke 
   
    of 
   
    Cumberland 
   
    has 
   
    seen 
   
    your 
   
    memorial, 
   
    and 
   
    much 
   
    approved 
   
    the 
   
    spirit 
   
    of 
   
    it, 
   
    saying, 
   
    the 
   
    actions 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    equal 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    writing: 
   
    henceforward 
   
    Emin 
   
    belongs 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    lordship, 
   
    and 
   
    shall 
   
    be 
   
    entirely 
   
    protected 
   
    by 
   
    me. 
   
    His 
   
    Royal 
   
    Highness 
   
    also 
   
    promised 
   
    at 
   
    court, 
   
    to 
   
    send 
   
    you 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Royal 
   
    Academy 
   
    at 
   
    Woolwich. 
   
    Now, 
   
    my 
   
    dear 
   
    Emin, 
   
    you 
   
    shall 
   
    not 
   
    want 
   
    any 
   
    thing, 
   
    His 
   
    Royal 
   
    Highness 
   
    expressed 
   
    himself 
   
    sanguinely 
   
    in 
   
    your 
   
    favour 
   
    before 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    many 
   
    noblemen, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    sure 
   
    he 
   
    will 
   
    do 
   
    every 
   
    thing 
   
    to 
   
    forward 
   
    your 
   
    good 
   
    designs; 
   
    yet 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    my 
   
    own.
   
    "
 
   
    While 
   
    his 
   
    noble 
   
    patron 
   
    was 
   
    comforting 
   
    his 
   
    new-found 
   
    son, 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    given 
   
    up 
   
    for 
   
    lost, 
   
    twenty 
   
    messages 
   
    on 
   
    cards 
   
    were 
   
    brought 
   
    with 
   
    compliments, 
   
    desiring 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    Emin. 
   
    His 
   
    lordship 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    "Look 
   
    at 
   
    these 
   
    cards, 
   
    and 
   
    visit 
   
    those 
   
    who 
   
    sent 
   
    them, 
   
    paying 
   
    your 
   
    respects 
   
    one 
   
    after 
   
    another. 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    this 
   
    to 
   
    add, 
   
    that 
   
    your 
   
    letter 
   
    has 
   
    been 
   
    copied 
   
    by 
   
    300 
   
    different 
   
    gentlemen, 
   
    ever 
   
    since 
   
    last 
   
    Thursday.
   
    " 
   
    His 
   
    lordship 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    accept 
   
    five 
   
    guineas 
   
    whether 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    or 
   
    no; 
   
    inviting 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    table 
   
    at 
   
    all 
   
    times. 
   
    He 
   
    consented 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    favour, 
   
    and 
   
    refused 
   
    the 
   
    second 
   
    offer, 
   
    for 
   
    which, 
   
    he 
   
    said, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    yet 
   
    worthy, 
   
    till 
   
    a 
   
    proper 
   
    time; 
   
    when 
   
    his 
   
    good 
   
    behaviour 
   
    should 
   
    help 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    known 
   
    better, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    then 
   
    merit 
   
    that 
   
    great 
   
    honour 
   
    his 
   
    lordship 
   
    generously 
   
    conferred 
   
    upon 
   
    him; 
   
    and 
   
    said, 
   
    "It 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    long 
   
    since 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    common 
   
    servant; 
   
    with 
   
    what 
   
    assurance 
   
    can 
   
    I 
   
    take 
   
    the 
   
    liberty 
   
    to 
   
    sit 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    earl 
   
    of 
   
    Northumberlands 
   
    table? 
   
    what 
   
    would 
   
    the 
   
    world 
   
    say 
   
    of 
   
    me? 
   
    or 
   
    how 
   
    could 
   
    I 
   
    digest 
   
    my 
   
    meat 
   
    without 
   
    deserving 
   
    it?" 
   
    His 
   
    lordship 
   
    was 
   
    very 
   
    well 
   
    satisfied 
   
    with 
   
    these 
   
    words; 
   
    Emin 
   
    taking 
   
    leave, 
   
    went 
   
    out 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    lodging 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    related 
   
    the 
   
    whole 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    friends.
 
   
    He 
   
    was 
   
    introduced 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    whole 
   
    fortnight, 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    day, 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    many 
   
    gentlemen 
   
    and 
   
    ladies. 
   
    Both 
   
    the 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Burkes 
   
    were 
   
    more 
   
    glad 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    success 
   
    than 
   
    many 
   
    envious 
   
    men 
   
    were 
   
    sorry. 
   
    Among 
   
    his 
   
    new 
   
    friends, 
   
    were 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Charles 
   
    Stanhope 
   
    my 
   
    Lord 
   
    Harringtons 
   
    brother; 
   
    Doctor 
   
    Mounsey, 
   
    of 
   
    Chelsea-hospital; 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    Miss 
   
    Talbot, 
   
    Lady 
   
    Anson, 
   
    Lady 
   
    Sophia 
   
    Egerton, 
   
    the 
   
    Bishop 
   
    of 
   
    Bangors 
   
    wife, 
   
    the 
   
    Earls 
   
    of 
   
    Pembroke 
   
    and 
   
    Bolingbroke, 
   
    with 
   
    their 
   
    countesses; 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    after, 
   
    the 
   
    Dukes 
   
    and 
   
    Duchesses 
   
    of 
   
    Richmond 
   
    and 
   
    Marlborough, 
   
    the 
   
    celebrated 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Montague, 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    Earl 
   
    of 
   
    Bath, 
   
    the 
   
    Earl 
   
    of 
   
    Orford, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    Lord 
   
    Cathcart; 
   
    every 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    was 
   
    kind 
   
    and 
   
    very 
   
    glad 
   
    at 
   
    all 
   
    times 
   
    to 
   
    favour 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    their 
   
    countenance; 
   
    besides 
   
    many 
   
    others, 
   
    who 
   
    would 
   
    fill 
   
    up 
   
    two 
   
    pages 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    were 
   
    to 
   
    name 
   
    them 
   
    all.
 
   
    When 
   
    his 
   
    Royal 
   
    Highness 
   
    commanded 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    Woolwich, 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    instructed 
   
    there 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    Royal 
   
    Academy, 
   
    under 
   
    several 
   
    masters, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    arts 
   
    of 
   
    gunnery 
   
    and 
   
    fortification, 
   
    he 
   
    boarded 
   
    at 
   
    one 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Heatons 
   
    for 
   
    thirty 
   
    pounds 
   
    a 
   
    year, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    blue 
   
    uniform 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    guinea 
   
    per 
   
    month 
   
    for 
   
    pocket-money; 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    paid 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    adjutant 
   
    general 
   
    Napier, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    expence 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    royal 
   
    protector.
 
   
    EMINS 
   
    NEW 
   
    FRIENDS.
 
    
     Mr. 
    
     Charles 
    
     Stanhope. 
   
    John 
   
    Stanhope, 
   
    son 
   
    of 
   
    John 
   
    Stanhope 
   
    of 
   
    Elvaston 
   
    had 
   
    3 
   
    sons, 
   
    1. 
   
    Thomas, 
   
    who 
   
    succeeded 
   
    at 
   
    Elvaston, 
   
    M.
   
    P. 
   
    for 
   
    Derby, 
   
    who 
   
    died 
   
    in 
   
    1730. 
   
    2. 
   
    CHARLES, 
   
    Secretary 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Treasury 
   
    and 
   
    treasurer 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Chamber, 
   
    temp. 
   
    George 
   
    I. 
   
    3. 
   
    William, 
   
    1st 
   
    Earl 
   
    of 
   
    Harrington, 
   
    a 
   
    distinguished 
   
    soldier 
   
    and 
   
    statesman 
   
    during 
   
    the 
   
    reigns 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    two 
   
    first 
   
    Georges, 
   
    President 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Council 
   
    and 
   
    Earl 
   
    of 
   
    Harrington 
   
    in 
   
    1742, 
   
    later 
   
    Viceroy 
   
    of 
   
    Ireland. 
   
    Married 
   
    Anne, 
   
    daughter 
   
    and 
   
    heiress 
   
    of 
   
    Col. 
   
    Edward 
   
    Griffith, 
   
    by 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    twins. 
   
    His 
   
    son 
   
    William, 
   
    2nd 
   
    Earl, 
   
    succeeded 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    estates 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    uncle 
   
    Charles 
   
    Stanhope, 
   
    who 
   
    died 
   
    unmarried 
   
    in 
   
    1760.
 
    
     Dr. 
    
     Monsey 
    
     of 
    
     Chelsea 
    
     Hospital. 
   
    Dr. 
   
    Messenger 
   
    Monsey 
   
    was 
   
    the 
   
    son 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    clergyman, 
   
    born 
   
    1698. 
   
    He 
   
    became 
   
    physician 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Earl 
   
    of 
   
    Godolphin, 
   
    and 
   
    later 
   
    physician 
   
    to 
   
    Chelsea 
   
    Hospital. 
   
    He 
   
    was 
   
    most 
   
    eccentric, 
   
    and, 
   
    if 
   
    his 
   
    portrait 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    Soane 
   
    Museum 
   
    was 
   
    like 
   
    him, 
   
    hideous 
   
    in 
   
    appearance; 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    a 
   
    coarse, 
   
    rough 
   
    and 
   
    tumble 
   
    wit, 
   
    and 
   
    evidently 
   
    was 
   
    so 
   
    droll 
   
    in 
   
    manner, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    became 
   
    a 
   
    sort 
   
    of 
   
    pet 
   
    buffoon 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Montagu 
   
    and 
   
    Lyttelton 
   
    circle . . . . . 
   
    He 
   
    was 
   
    at 
   
    this 
   
    time 
   
    a 
   
    widower 
   
    with 
   
    one 
   
    daughter, 
   
    Charlotte, 
   
    whose 
   
    husband, 
   
    William 
   
    Alexander, 
   
    was 
   
    elder 
   
    brother 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    1st 
   
    Earl 
   
    Caledon. 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Alexander 
   
    had 
   
    one 
   
    child, 
   
    a 
   
    daughter, 
   
    Jemima, 
   
    who 
   
    married 
   
    the 
   
    Rev. 
   
    Edmund 
   
    Rolfe 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    mother 
   
    eventually 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    1st 
   
    Baron 
   
    Cranworth. . . . 
   
    Dr. 
   
    Monsey 
   
    begged 
   
    Dr. 
   
    Cruickshank, 
   
    in 
   
    case 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    dying 
   
    away 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    doctor 
   
    (Dr. 
   
    Forster), 
   
    to 
   
    dissect 
   
    his 
   
    body 
   
    before 
   
    the 
   
    students, 
   
    set 
   
    up 
   
    his 
   
    skeleton 
   
    for 
   
    instruction, 
   
    and 
   
    put 
   
    his 
   
    flesh 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    box 
   
    and 
   
    throw 
   
    it 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    Thames. 
   
    - 
    
     Letters 
    
     of 
    
     Elizabeth 
    
     Montagu 
   
    (Climenson), 
   
    vol. 
   
    ii, 
   
    p. 
   
    98.
 
    
     Catherine 
    
     Talbot, 
   
    only 
   
    daughter 
   
    of 
   
    Edward 
   
    Talbot, 
   
    who 
   
    died 
   
    in 
   
    1780, 
   
    second 
   
    son 
   
    of 
   
    Dr. 
   
    William 
   
    Talbot, 
   
    Bishop 
   
    of 
   
    Durham, 
   
    and 
   
    brother 
   
    of 
   
    Lord 
   
    Talbot; 
   
    her 
   
    mother 
   
    was 
   
    daughter 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Rev. 
   
    G. 
   
    Martyn, 
   
    Prebend 
   
    of 
   
    Lincoln. 
   
    Dr. 
   
    Secker 
   
    (Archbishop 
   
    of 
   
    Canterbury) 
   
    owed 
   
    his 
   
    first 
   
    preferments 
   
    to 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Talbots 
   
    recommendation 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    father, 
   
    the 
   
    Bishop 
   
    of 
   
    Durham. 
   
    Dr. 
   
    Secker 
   
    never 
   
    forgot 
   
    these 
   
    obligations, 
   
    and 
   
    after 
   
    his 
   
    marriage 
   
    to 
   
    Miss 
   
    Benson 
   
    in 
   
    1725 
   
    took 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    and 
   
    Miss 
   
    Talbot 
   
    to 
   
    live 
   
    with 
   
    him, 
   
    which 
   
    they 
   
    did 
   
    until 
   
    his 
   
    death. 
   
    He 
   
    left 
   
    them 
   
    an 
   
    easy 
   
    income 
   
    for 
   
    their 
   
    joint 
   
    lives. 
   
    Miss 
   
    Talbot 
   
    was 
   
    intimate 
   
    with 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    "bas 
   
    bleu" 
   
    society, 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Montagu, 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Carter, 
   
    Lords 
   
    Lyttelton 
   
    and 
   
    Bath, 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    highly 
   
    educated 
   
    person 
   
    and 
   
    much 
   
    esteemed 
   
    by 
   
    all 
   
    who 
   
    knew 
   
    her 
   
    - 
   
    she 
   
    died 
   
    in 
   
    1770, 
   
    aged 
   
    49. 
   
    Her 
   
    mother 
   
    survived 
   
    her 
   
    until 
   
    1783, 
   
    when 
   
    she 
   
    died 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    age 
   
    of 
   
    92. 
   
    - 
    
     Communicated 
    
     by 
    
     Mrs. 
    
     Climenson.
 
    
     Lady 
    
     Anson. 
   
    Elizabeth 
   
    (b. 
   
    1748) 
   
    eldest 
   
    daughter 
   
    of 
   
    Philip 
   
    Yorke, 
   
    1st 
   
    Earl 
   
    of 
   
    Hardwicke 
   
    (1690-1764, 
   
    - 
   
    Lord 
   
    Chancellor 
   
    1736, 
   
    Viscount 
   
    and 
   
    Earl 
   
    I754), 
   
    and 
   
    sister 
   
    to 
   
    Sir 
   
    Joseph 
   
    Yorke. 
   
    Married 
   
    George, 
   
    Baron 
   
    Anson, 
   
    Admiral 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Fleet 
   
    and 
   
    first 
   
    Lord 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Admiralty. 
   
    Lady 
   
    Anson 
   
    died 
   
    in 
   
    1760, 
   
    and 
   
    Lord 
   
    Anson 
   
    in 
   
    1762. 
   
    Emin 
   
    refers 
   
    to 
   
    Lady 
   
    Ansons 
   
    kindness 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    most 
   
    grateful 
   
    way, 
   
    in 
   
    many 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    letters.
 
    
     Lady 
    
     Anne 
    
     Sophia 
    
     Egerton, 
   
    daughter 
   
    of 
   
    Henry 
   
    de 
   
    Grey, 
   
    Duke 
   
    of 
   
    Kent, 
   
    wife 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Bishop 
   
    of 
   
    Bangor, 
   
    and 
   
    niece 
   
    to 
   
    Charles 
   
    John 
   
    Bentinck, 
   
    son 
   
    of 
   
    Hans 
   
    William, 
   
    1st 
   
    Hart 
   
    of 
   
    Portland.
 
    
     Henry, 
    
     10th 
    
     Earl 
    
     of 
    
     Pembroke, 
   
    b. 
   
    1734. 
   
    d. 
   
    1794. 
   
    Married 
   
    Elizabeth, 
   
    daughter 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Duke 
   
    of 
   
    Marlborough. 
   
    Colonel 
   
    of 
   
    1st 
   
    Regiment 
   
    of 
   
    Dragoons.
 
    
     Bolingbroke, 
    
     3rd 
    
     Viscount 
    
     St. 
    
     John, 
    
     2nd 
    
     Viscount 
    
     Bolingbroke, 
   
    born 
   
    1734, 
   
    succeeded 
   
    in 
   
    1751 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    honours 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    uncle, 
   
    Henry, 
   
    1st 
   
    and 
   
    attainted 
   
    Viscount 
   
    Bolingbroke. 
   
    Married 
   
    in 
   
    Sept. 
   
    1757 
   
    and 
   
    divorced 
   
    in 
   
    1768 
   
    Diana 
   
    Spencer, 
   
    eldest 
   
    daughter 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Duke 
   
    of 
   
    Marlborough, 
   
    "in 
   
    such 
   
    a 
   
    hurry 
   
    they 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    wait 
   
    for 
   
    settlements, 
   
    but 
   
    were 
   
    married 
   
    upon 
   
    an 
   
    Article.
   
    " 
   
    - 
    
     Letters 
    
     of 
    
     Elizabeth 
    
     Montagu 
   
    (Climenson), 
   
    vol. 
   
    ii, 
   
    p. 
   
    116.
 
    
     Charles, 
    
     3rd 
    
     Duke 
    
     of 
    
     Richmond 
    
     and 
    
     Lennox, 
   
    K.
   
    G. 
   
    (I734-1806). 
   
    In 
   
    1765 
   
    Ambassador 
   
    extraordinary 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Court 
   
    of 
   
    France, 
   
    in 
   
    1766 
   
    principal 
   
    Secretary 
   
    of 
   
    State.
 
    
     Hugh 
    
     Smithson, 
    
     Sir, 
    
     1st 
    
     Duke 
    
     and 
    
     2nd 
    
     Earl 
    
     of 
    
     Northumberland 
   
    (1714-1786). 
   
    Married 
   
    Baroness 
   
    Percy, 
   
    only 
   
    surviving 
   
    child 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    7th 
   
    Duke 
   
    of 
   
    Somerset, 
   
    who 
   
    in 
   
    1749 
   
    was 
   
    created 
   
    Earl 
   
    of 
   
    Northumberland 
   
    with 
   
    special 
   
    remainder 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    son-in-law, 
   
    Sir 
   
    Hugh 
   
    Smithson. 
   
    The 
   
    Duke 
   
    was 
   
    succeeded 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    dukedom 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    heir 
   
    male, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    barony 
   
    of 
   
    Percy 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    daughter, 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    earldom 
   
    of 
   
    Northumberland 
   
    by 
   
    her 
   
    husband, 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    created 
   
    Duke 
   
    of 
   
    Northumberland 
   
    and 
   
    Earl 
   
    Percy 
   
    in 
   
    1766.
 
    
     George, 
    
     3rd 
    
     Earl 
    
     of 
    
     Orford 
    
     and 
    
     2nd 
    
     Lord 
    
     Walpole 
   
    (1730-1791). 
   
    Lord 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Bedchamber 
   
    and 
   
    Ranger 
   
    of 
   
    St. 
   
    James 
   
    and 
   
    Hyde 
   
    Parks.
 
    
     Cathcart, 
    
     Charles 
    
     Schaw, 
    
     9th 
    
     Baron 
   
    (1721-1776). 
   
    Married 
   
    in 
   
    1753 
   
    Jane, 
   
    daughter 
   
    of 
   
    Lord 
   
    Archibald 
   
    Hamilton. 
   
    A.
   
    D.
   
    C. 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Duke 
   
    of 
   
    Cumberland, 
   
    wounded 
   
    at 
   
    Fontenoy.
 
    
     Lyttelton, 
    
     Sir 
    
     George, 
    
     5th 
    
     Bart. 
    
     and 
    
     1st 
    
     Lord 
    
     Lyttelton, 
   
    born 
   
    1706. 
   
    Secretary 
   
    to 
   
    Prince 
   
    of 
   
    Wales 
   
    1737, 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Commissioners 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Treasury 
   
    1744, 
   
    cofferer 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Household 
   
    and 
   
    Privy 
   
    Councillor 
   
    1754, 
   
    Chancellor 
   
    and 
   
    under-treasurer 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Exchequer, 
   
    elevated 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    peerage 
   
    1756 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    title 
   
    of 
   
    Lord 
   
    Lyttelton. 
   
    His 
   
    son 
   
    Thomas, 
   
    2nd 
   
    Lord 
   
    Lyttelton, 
   
    married 
   
    in 
   
    1772 
   
    Apphia, 
   
    second 
   
    daughter 
   
    of 
   
    Broome 
   
    Wilts, 
   
    of 
   
    Chipping 
   
    Norton, 
   
    and 
   
    relict 
   
    of 
   
    Joseph 
   
    Peach, 
   
    governor 
   
    of 
   
    Calcutta.
 
   
    George 
   
    Lord 
   
    Lyttelton 
   
    wrote 
   
    "Observations 
   
    on 
   
    Cicero,
   
    " 
   
    a 
   
    "Monody" 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    death 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    first 
   
    wife, 
   
    a 
   
    "Dissertation 
   
    on 
   
    St. 
   
    Paul,
   
    " 
   
    a 
   
    "History 
   
    of 
   
    Henry 
   
    II.
   
    " 
   
    Although 
   
    Emin 
   
    does 
   
    not 
   
    mention 
   
    Lord 
   
    Lyttelton 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    book, 
   
    he 
   
    seems 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    on 
   
    very 
   
    friendly 
   
    terms 
   
    with 
   
    him, 
   
    no 
   
    doubt 
   
    through 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Montagus 
   
    influence. 
   
    Dr. 
   
    Monsey, 
   
    Lord 
   
    Lyttelton, 
   
    and 
   
    later, 
   
    Lord 
   
    Bath, 
   
    were 
   
    amongst 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Montagus 
   
    most 
   
    devoted 
   
    admirers, 
   
    and 
   
    all 
   
    three 
   
    very 
   
    friendly 
   
    with 
   
    Emin.
 
   
    Dr. 
   
    Monsey 
   
    on 
   
    Sept. 
   
    26, 
   
    1760, 
   
    wrote 
   
    a 
   
    letter 
   
    to 
   
    Lord 
   
    Lyttelton 
   
    describing 
   
    his 
   
    visit 
   
    to 
   
    Tunbridge 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Montagu, 
   
    saying 
   
    "It 
   
    may 
   
    be 
   
    new 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    tho 
   
    not 
   
    strange, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    Earl 
   
    of 
   
    Bath 
   
    is 
   
    falln 
   
    desperately 
   
    in 
   
    love 
   
    with 
   
    one 
   
    who 
   
    seems 
   
    not 
   
    insensible 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    passion, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    think 
   
    tis 
   
    time 
   
    for 
   
    you 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    to 
   
    look 
   
    about 
   
    us, 
   
    for 
   
    an 
   
    Earl 
   
    is 
   
    better 
   
    than 
   
    a 
   
    Baron 
   
    or 
   
    a 
   
    quack 
   
    Doctor . . . . . 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    impossible 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    your 
   
    Lordship 
   
    with 
   
    what 
   
    warmth 
   
    he 
   
    talkd 
   
    to 
   
    me 
   
    about 
   
    her, 
   
    and 
   
    so 
   
    now 
   
    there 
   
    are 
   
    3 
   
    fools 
   
    of 
   
    us! 
   
    - 
    
     Letters 
    
     of 
    
     Elizabeth 
    
     Montagu.
 
    
     William 
    
     Pulteney, 
    
     1st 
    
     Earl 
    
     of 
    
     Bath, 
   
    b. 
   
    1684, 
   
    d. 
   
    1764.
  
 
   
    [LETTER 
   
    WRITTEN 
   
    BY 
   
    EMIN.
   
    ]
 
 
    
     (Copy 
    
     of 
    
     letter 
    
     to 
    
     some 
    
     one 
    
     unknown, 
    
     perhaps 
    
     to 
    
     Mr. 
    
     Pitt.
    
     )
 
   
    Sir
 
   
    My 
   
    Education 
   
    was 
   
    too 
   
    rough 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    me 
   
    hope 
   
    I 
   
    please 
   
    a 
   
    Gentleman 
   
    of 
   
    Judgement 
   
    in 
   
    writing; 
   
    nor 
   
    is 
   
    it 
   
    my 
   
    Study 
   
    to 
   
    write, 
   
    but 
   
    to 
   
    do 
   
    something. 
   
    You 
   
    give 
   
    me 
   
    great 
   
    Honour 
   
    to 
   
    desire 
   
    seeing 
   
    poor 
   
    performance, 
   
    & 
   
    unfortunate 
   
    Story; 
   
    but 
   
    this 
   
    encouragement 
   
    I 
   
    receive, 
   
    gives 
   
    blood 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Veins; 
   
    so 
   
    I 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    despair 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    may 
   
    do 
   
    something 
   
    at 
   
    last 
   
    in 
   
    Country, 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    so 
   
    low 
   
    to 
   
    want 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    served 
   
    by 
   
    such 
   
    little 
   
    Skill 
   
    as 
   
    mine; 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    now 
   
    nothing, 
   
    but 
   
    what 
   
    it 
   
    can 
   
    be 
   
    made 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Nobleness 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    great 
   
    Lord 
   
    Northumberland 
   
    & 
   
    Consideration 
   
    of 
   
    yours. 
   
    This 
   
    thought 
   
    pays 
   
    me 
   
    the 
   
    labour 
   
    I 
   
    already 
   
    had, 
   
    & 
   
    all 
   
    besides 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    shall 
   
    suffer 
   
    in 
   
    time 
   
    to 
   
    come 
   
    in 
   
    carrying 
   
    my 
   
    Designs: 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    born 
   
    S
    
     r 
   
    at 
   
    Hamadan 
   
    in 
   
    Persia, 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Places, 
   
    where 
   
    my 
   
    unfortunate 
   
    Nation 
   
    lies 
   
    in 
   
    Captivity 
   
    since 
   
    Shaw 
   
    Abbas. 
   
    My 
   
    Father 
   
    taught 
   
    me, 
   
    like 
   
    other 
   
    Armenians 
   
    only 
   
    to 
   
    write 
   
    and 
   
    read 
   
    our 
   
    own 
   
    Language, 
   
    & 
   
    to 
   
    get 
   
    Psalms 
    
     be 
    
     heart, 
   
    to 
   
    sing 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Church, 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    shew 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    handle 
   
    Arms 
   
    to 
   
    fight 
   
    for 
   
    that 
   
    Church, 
   
    as 
   
    my 
   
    Uncle, 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    killed 
   
    at 
   
    his 
   
    Church 
   
    Door, 
   
    nor 
   
    any 
   
    thing 
   
    to 
   
    kindle 
   
    up 
   
    my 
   
    Heart 
   
    to 
   
    understand 
   
    great 
   
    Affairs. 
   
    He 
   
    was 
   
    for 
   
    good 
   
    while 
   
    himself 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Army 
   
    of 
   
    Kooly 
   
    Kan, 
   
    but 
   
    after 
   
    his 
   
    House 
   
    was 
   
    ruined 
   
    at 
   
    Hamadan, 
   
    I 
   
    travelled 
   
    to 
   
    Ghillan, 
   
    from 
   
    Ghillan 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    Ispahan, 
   
    from 
   
    Ispahan 
   
    to 
   
    Bassorra 
   
    & 
   
    from 
   
    thence 
   
    to 
   
    Calcutta 
   
    into 
   
    Bengall, 
   
    where 
   
    my 
   
    Father 
   
    was 
   
    Merchant, 
   
    & 
   
    had 
   
    his 
   
    thoughts 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    me 
   
    the 
   
    same; 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    saw 
   
    plain, 
   
    that 
   
    our 
   
    People, 
   
    when 
   
    they 
   
    consume 
   
    their 
   
    flesh 
   
    to 
   
    grow 
   
    rich, 
   
    and 
   
    have 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    money, 
   
    they 
   
    are 
   
    robbed 
   
    for 
   
    foolish 
   
    invented 
   
    pretence 
   
    sometimes 
   
    by 
   
    Bashaw, 
   
    sometimes 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Cawns, 
   
    & 
   
    sometimes 
   
    by 
   
    Nabab; 
   
    because 
   
    they 
   
    have 
   
    not 
   
    Sowrd 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    Hands; 
   
    so 
   
    they 
   
    labour 
   
    in 
   
    vain, 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    saw 
   
    that 
   
    People 
   
    of 
   
    Europe 
   
    were 
   
    wise, 
   
    & 
   
    strong 
   
    in 
   
    themselves; 
   
    fighting 
   
    as 
   
    one 
   
    man, 
   
    & 
   
    I 
   
    thought, 
   
    if 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    be 
   
    like 
   
    European 
   
    Soldiers, 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Countrymen 
   
    the 
   
    black 
   
    Armenians 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Mountains; 
   
    for 
   
    I 
   
    heard 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    never 
   
    conquered, 
   
    & 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    brave 
   
    bold 
   
    men; 
   
    and 
   
    if 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    teach 
   
    them 
   
    art 
   
    of 
   
    War, 
   
    it 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    great 
   
    use; 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    Soldiers 
   
    of 
   
    Turk 
   
    and 
   
    Persian 
   
    are 
   
    brave 
   
    on 
   
    Horse 
   
    back, 
   
    but 
   
    they 
   
    are 
   
    not 
   
    worthy 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    called 
   
    an 
   
    Army, 
   
    & 
   
    the 
   
    Towns 
   
    not 
   
    fortified 
   
    artfully 
   
    as 
   
    I 
   
    understand 
   
    in 
   
    Europe. 
   
    I 
   
    spoke 
   
    my 
   
    thoughts 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Father, 
   
    when 
   
    I 
   
    saw 
   
    the 
   
    Soldiers 
   
    & 
   
    the 
   
    Ships 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Company; 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    turned 
   
    his 
   
    Countenance 
   
    from 
   
    me 
   
    and 
   
    abused 
   
    me; 
   
    I 
    
     coud 
   
    not 
   
    bear 
   
    to 
   
    live 
   
    so; 
   
    I 
   
    ran 
   
    away, 
   
    & 
   
    worked 
   
    my 
   
    Passage 
   
    from 
   
    Bengall 
   
    to 
   
    London; 
   
    whilst 
   
    my 
   
    Money 
   
    lasted, 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    at 
   
    M
    
     r 
   
    Middletons 
   
    Academy 
   
    to 
   
    learn 
   
    the 
   
    English 
   
    Language, 
   
    and 
   
    writing; 
   
    afterwards 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    obliged, 
   
    to 
   
    quit 
   
    my 
   
    learning 
   
    to 
   
    work 
   
    for 
   
    my 
   
    Bread; 
   
    I 
   
    suffered 
   
    much 
   
    Hardships 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    strange 
   
    Country 
   
    without 
   
    Friends 
   
    or 
   
    Money; 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    trouble 
   
    your 
   
    goodness 
   
    with 
   
    my 
   
    Misfortune. 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    Porter 
   
    to 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Roberts 
   
    Grocer 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    City. 
    
     h
   
    ere 
   
    I 
   
    carried 
   
    heavy 
   
    Burthens 
   
    for 
   
    two 
   
    Years, 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    my 
   
    Wages 
   
    paid 
   
    to 
   
    learn 
   
    some 
   
    Geometry, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    perfect 
   
    myself 
   
    in 
   
    Writing, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    begin 
   
    French; 
   
    but 
   
    my 
   
    labour 
   
    was 
   
    above 
   
    my 
   
    Strength; 
   
    I 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    fail, 
   
    because 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    striving 
   
    without 
   
    Hopes. 
   
    I 
   
    lost 
   
    my 
   
    Health, 
   
    & 
   
    was 
   
    at 
   
    last 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    quit 
   
    that 
   
    Service. 
   
    A 
   
    friend 
   
    recommended 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    an 
   
    Attorney 
   
    one 
   
    Webster; 
   
    here 
   
    I 
   
    eat 
   
    & 
   
    drank, 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    had 
   
    no 
   
    peace, 
   
    because 
   
    no 
   
    person 
   
    looked 
   
    upon 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    me 
   
    light 
   
    in 
   
    my 
   
    Design. 
   
    I 
   
    fear 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    troublesome 
   
    Sir, 
   
    but 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    very 
   
    good; 
   
    at 
   
    last, 
   
    I 
   
    got 
   
    some 
   
    Friends 
   
    who 
   
    advised 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    apply 
   
    to 
   
    Col. 
   
    Dingley; 
   
    this 
   
    brave 
   
    Gentleman 
   
    was 
   
    very 
   
    kind 
   
    to 
   
    me, 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    died 
   
    very 
   
    soon 
   
    after 
   
    he 
   
    knew 
   
    me. 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    then 
   
    in 
   
    my 
   
    old 
   
    distress, 
   
    and 
   
    almost 
   
    bended 
   
    my 
   
    Neck 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Relations 
   
    to 
   
    return 
   
    to 
   
    miserable 
   
    Blindness, 
   
    and 
   
    Slavery 
   
    again 
   
    in 
   
    India; 
   
    when 
   
    Providence 
   
    sent 
   
    me 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    Lord 
   
    Northumberland, 
   
    who 
   
    lifted 
   
    me 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    Ground. 
   
    You 
   
    Sir, 
   
    have 
   
    done 
   
    me 
   
    great 
   
    Honour 
   
    likewise; 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    both 
   
    put 
   
    a 
   
    Seal 
   
    upon 
   
    my 
   
    Heart, 
   
    & 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    Your 
   
    own 
   
    always. 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    very 
    
     greatfull 
   
    Sir
 
  
   
    
     
      
       
        
         
          
           
            
             
              
                
                 Your 
                
                 most 
                
                 obedient 
                
                 & 
                
                 obliged
              
               
                
                 
                   
                    humble 
                   
                    Servant
                 
                  
                    
                     JOSEPH 
                    
                     AMEEN.