to know the author, that, if a gentleman, he might obtain the fatis faction of a gentleman from him. In this affair the doctor behaved with great fpirit. Juft as fentence was going to be pronounced against the printer, he came into court, avowed himself the author of the ftrictures in question, and declared himself ready to give the admiral any fatisfaction he chofe. Upon this, the admiral began a fresh action against the doctor, who was found guilty, fined 100l. and condemned to three months imprisonment in the King's-Bench. It is there he is faid to have written the Adventures of Sir Lancelot Greaves; in which he has defcribed fome remarkable characters, then his fellow-prifoners. When lord Bute was called to the chief adminiftration of affairs, he was prevailed upon to write in defence of that nobleman's meafures; which he did in a weekly paper, called the Briton. This gave rife to the famous North-Briton; wherein, according to the opinion of the public, he was rather baffled. The truth is, the doctor did not feem to poffefs the talents neceffary for political altercation. He wanted temper and coolness; and his friends accufed his patron of having denied him the neceffary information, and even neglected the fulfilling of fome of his other engage ments with him. Be that as it will, the doctor is faid not to have forgotten him in his fubfequent performances. His conftitution being at laft greatly impaired by a fedentary life, and affiduous application to ftudy, he went abroad for his health in the year 1763. He wrote an VOL. XVIII. 1775. account of his travels in a Series of Letters to fome friends, which were afterwards published in two volumes, octavo. During all that time he appears to have laboured under a conftant fit of chagrin. But the ftate of his mind will be beft learnt from himself. Thus he writes in his first letter: "In gratifying your curiofity I fhall find fome amufement to beguile the tędious hours; which without fome fuch employment would be rendered infupportable by diftemper and difquiet. You knew and pitied my fituation, traduced by malice, perfecuted by faction, abandoned by falfe patrons, and overwhelmed by the sense of a domeftic calamity, which it was not in the power of fortune to repair.' By this domestic calamity he means the lofs of his only child, a daughter, whom he loved with the tendereft affection. The doctor lived to return to his native country: but his health continuing to decline, and meeting with fresh mortifications and difappointments, he went back to Italy, where he died on October the 21st, 1771, having been born in the year 1720. It would be needless to expatiate on the character of a man fo well known as Dr. Smollett, who has befides given fo many ftrictures of his own character and manner of living in his writings, particularly in Humphry Clinker; where he appears under the appellation of Mr. Serle, and has an interview with Mr. Bramble; and his manner of living is defcribed in another letter, where young Melford is fuppofed to dine with him at his houfe in Chelsea. No doubt he made a great deal of money by his connexions with book fellers; and, E had had he been a rigid economist, or endued with the gift of retention, (an expreffion of his own) he might have lived and died very independent. However, to do justice to his memory, his difficulties, whatever they were, proceeded not from extravagance, or want of economy. He was hofpitable, but not oftentatiously fo; and his table was plenziful, but not extravagant. No doubt he had his failings; but ftill it would be difficult to name a man who was fo refpectable for the qualities of his head, or amiable for the virtues of his heart. Memoirs of the Life and Family of the late Rev. Mr. Laurence Sterne. Written by bimfelf, and addreffed to bis Daughter, Mijs Lydia Sterne, now Mrs.Medalle, being married to a French Gentleman of that Name. OGER STERNE, (grandfon to Archbishop Sterne) Lieutenant in Handafide's regiment, was married to Agnes He bert, widow of a Captain of a good family: her family name was (I believe) Nuttle-though, upon recollection, that was the name of her father-in-law, who was a noted futler in Flanders, in Queen Anne's wars, where my father married his wife's daughter. (N. B. he was in debt to him) which was on September 25, 1711, Old Stile. This Nuttle had a fon by my grandmothera fine perfon of a man, but a graceless whelp-what became of him I know not.-The family (if any left) live now at Clonmel, in the fouth of Ireland, at which town I was born, November 24, 1713, a few days after my mother arrived from Dunkirk. My birth-day was ominous to my poor father, who was, the day after our arrival, with many other brave officers, broke, and fent a-drift into the wide world with a wife and two children-the elder of which was Mary; he was born at Lifle in French Flanders, July the tenth, one thousand feven hundred and twelve, New Stile.-This child was most unfortunate-she married one Weemans in Dublin who used her most unmercifully-fpent his fubftance, became a brankrupt, and left my poor filter to shift for herfelf, which he was able to do but for a few months, for the went to a friend's house in the country, and died of a broken heart. She was a most beautiful woman-of a fine figure, and deferved a better fate. The regiment, in which my father ferved, being broke, he left Ireland as foon as I was able to be carried, with the rest of his family, and came to the family-feat at Elvington, near York, where his mother lived. She was daughter to Sir Roger Jaques, and an heiress. There we fojourned for about ten months, when the regiment was eftablished, and our houshold decamped with bag and baggage for Dublin.-Within a month of our arrival, my father left us, being ordered to Exeter, where, in a fad winter, my mother and her two children followed him, travelling from Liverpool by land to Plymouth. (Melancholy defcription of this journey not neceffary to be tranfmitted here). In twelve months we were all fent back to Dublin.My mother, with three of us, (for the lay in at Plymouth of a boy, Joram) took fhip at Bristol, for Ireland, and had a narrow escape from being caft away, by a leak Spring fpringing up in the veffel.At length, after many perils and ftruggles, we got to Dublin.-There my father took a large houfe, furnished it, and in a year and a half's time fpent a great deal of money.In the year one thousand feven hundred and nineteen, all unhinged again; the regiment was ordered, with many others, to the ifle of Wight, in order to embark for Spain in the Vigo expedition. We accompanied the regiment, and were driven into Milford Haven, but landed at Bristol, from thence by land to Plymouth again, and to the Isle of Wight-where I remember we ftaid incamped fome time before the embarkation of the troops (in this expedition from Bristol to Hampshire we loft poor Joram a pretty boy, four years old, of the fmall-pox) my mother, fifter, and myself, remained at the Ifle of Wight during the Vigo expedition, and until the regiment had got back to Wicklow in Ireland, from whence my father fent for us. We had poor Joram's lofs fupplied during our ftay in the Ifle of Wight, by the birth of a girl, Anne, born September the twentythird, one thousand seven hundred and nineteen. This pretty bloffom fell at the age of three years, in the barracks of Dublin-fhe was, as I well remember, of a fine delicate frame, not made to last long, as were most of my father's babes.We embarked for Dublin, and had all been caft away by a moft violent ftorm, but, through the interceffions of my mother, the captain was prevailed upon to turn back into Wales, where we stayed a month, and at length got into Dublin, and travelled by land to Wicklow, Where my father had for fome weeks --- given us over for lost.—We lived in the barracks at Wicklow, one year, (one thoufand feven hundred and twenty) when Devijeher (fo called after Colonel Devijeher) was born; from thence we decamped to stay half a year with Mr. Fetherfton, a clergyman, about seven miles from Wicklow, who, being a relation of my mother's, invited us to his parfonage at Animo.-It was in this parish, during our ftay, that I had that wonderful efcape in falling through a mill-race whilft the mill was going, and of being taken up unhurt. The story is incredible, but known for truth in all that part of Ireland-where hundreds of the common people flocked to fee me.-From hence we followed the regiment to Dublin, where we lay in the barracks a year. In this year, one thousand feven hundred and twenty-one, I learned to write, &c-The regiment, ordered in twenty-two, to Carrickfergus in the north of Ireland, we all decamped, but got no further than Drogheda, thence ordered to Mullengar, forty miles weft, where by Providence we ftumbled upon a kind relation, a collateral defcendant from Archbishop Sterne, who took us all to his castle, and kindly entertained us for a year-and fent us to the regiment at Carrickfergus, loaded with kindneffes, &c.——a most rueful and tedious journey had we all, in March, to Carrickfergus, where we arrived in fix or seven days.-Little Devijeher here died; he was three years old. He had been left behind at nurfe at a farmhoufe near Wicklow, but was fetched to us by my father the fummer after-another child fent to fill his place, Sufan; this babe too left us behind in this weary journey. B 2 The had he been a rigid economist, or endued with the gift of retention, (an expreffion of his own) he might have lived and died very independent. However, to do juftice to his memory, his difficulties, whatever they were, proceeded not from extravagance, or want of economy. He was hofpitable, but not oftentatiously fo; and his table was plenziful, but not extravagant. No doubt he had his failings; but ftill it would be difficult to name a man who was fo refpectable for the qualities of his head, or amiable for the virtues of his heart. OGER STERNE, (grandfon to Archbishop Sterne) Lieutenant in Handafide's regiment, was married to Agnes Hebert, widow of a Captain of a good family: her family name was (I believe) Nuttle-though, upon recollection, that was the name of her father-in-law, who was a noted futler in Flanders, in Queen Anne's wars, where my father married his wife's daughter. (N. B. he was in debt to him) which was on September 25, 1711, Old Stile.-This Nuttle had a fon by my grandmother a fine perfon of a man, but a gracelefs whelp-what became of him I know not.-The family (if any left) live now at Clonmel, in the fouth of Ireland, at which town I was born, November 24, 1713, a few days after m mother arrived from Dunki My birth-day was ominous to my poor father, who was, the day after our arrival, with many other brave officers, broke, and fent a-drift into the wide world with a wife and two children-the elder of which was Mary; fhe was born at Lifle in French Flanders, July the tenth one thousand feven hundred an twelve, New Stile.-This child wa moft unfortunate-the married on Weemans in Dublin-who ufed h moft unmercifully-fpent his fut ftance, became a brankrupt, at left my poor fifter to fhift for he felf, which fhe was able to do b for a few months, for fhe went to friend's houfe in the country, a died of a broken heart. She wa moft beautiful woman-of a f figure, and deferved a better fa The regiment, in which my ther ferved, being broke, he Ireland as foon as I was able to and came to the family-feat at carried, with the rest of his fam vington, near York, where his ther lived. She was daughte Sir Roger Jaques, and an heir There we fojourned for about months, when the regiment eftablished, and our houshold camped with bag and baggage Dublin.-Within a month of arrival, my father left us, b ordered to Exeter, where, in a children followed him winter, my mother and her from Liverpool by In mouth. (Melanchol of this journey not n tranfmitted here). In we were all fent bac My mother, with t the lay in at Plyn Joram) to |