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fiscated; but having preferred his claim, as the son of a British subject, for adequate compensation, as agreed to by the English and French governments in 1816, it was admitted, and finally liquidated by the appointed commissioners of both nations, in 1820, as may be seen in the London Gazette of Saturday, the 22d of January, of that year, where he is named "Le Comte Edward Dillon," a title conferred by Louis XVIII. in reward of his faithful adherence to the royal cause. His sister, the Countess de Mortainville, divided the awarded indemnification with him. He had attracted great admiration at the court of Louis XVI. as may be inferred from his distinguishing designation, and the tongue of scandal did not spare the Queen; but, as in the other accumulated calumnies heaped on that ill-fated princess, not the slightest ground for the aspersion existed; for never had a single word been exchanged between them. He has now been several years dead.

The unfortunate officer mistaken by Lord Cloncurry for this gentleman was Theobald Dillon, brother of Charles the twelfth viscount of that name, who, on leaving France (whither the family had followed James II.) and embracing the established religion of England, was restored in blood, and to the title. Theobald, however, with another brother, Arthur, remained in France, and obtained high rank in the military service there. Both adopted the principles of the Revolution, and in 1792 Theobald commanded a division of the army under Rochambeau, when, on his march from Lille to Tournay with strict injunctions to avoid encountering the enemy (the Austrians), his desire to do so was construed into treachery, and at once marked him as a destined victim. After receiving a pistol wound, and retiring to his carriage, he was hacked to pieces by the infuriate soldiery, on the 28th of August, 1792, when the chief of his staff, Colonel Berthois, and others, were also slain. His brother, Arthur, continued constant to the Republican cause; but it availed him not against the sanguinary rule of Robespierre; and on the 14th of April, 1794, he, too, fell a sacrifice to the tyrant's thirst of blood, when, from some accidental circumstances, of which I spare the recital, I had rather a narrow escape from being involved in the same condemnation. Arthur, who at his death was in his forty-fourth year, left two daughters, one of whom married General Bertrand, Napoleon's "Grand Maréchal du Palais," and with him accompanied the imperial captive to Saint Helena, whence, on that meteoric personage's decease in 1821, they returned to France, where GENT. MAG. VOL. XXXIV.

both died within these few years. The Abbé Montgaillard, in his "Histoire de France," (tome ii. p. 220,) confounds this Arthur with Beau Dillon; and our peerages wholly omit the massacred Theobald in their enumeration of the brothers, while distinctly mentioned as such in the French genealogies. His slaughter, I well remember, created a deep horror at the time, when no doubt was entertained of the relationship. At all events, he could not have been the Beau Dillon, who survived him by thirty years, and expired in tranquil dissolution. The Dillons, who had adhered to the adverse fortune of James, were Colonels-proprietaires of the Irish brigade, to which they imparted their name in France; and when transferred to the British service in 1794, though only for a short space, the then Colonel became, I believe, the oldest in our army. For these details I must trust to the reader's indulgence, as relating to Irishmen, which the Dillons, though natives of France, uniformly claimed to be; and more pages, we know, are often required to disprove an error than words to affirm it. Engaged similarly to Beau Dillon in pursuit of indemnity for unjustly seized property, I had ample opportunities of ascertaining the facts which I state relative to him distinctively.

How Lord Cloncurry's friend, Mr. Lattin, contrived to avoid the melancholy fate of Theobald Dillon, when in the same carriage, and exposed to the not always discriminating sabres of enraged troops, we know not.

The Mr. MacNamara, on whose eminence as a conveyancer, as well as on his gastronomic celebrity, Lord Cloncurry dwells at page 40, was of the ancient sept of that name in Clare, and what was then called a chamber-Counsellor, being debarred from the public exercise of his profession as a Catholic. The Prince of Wales, as there stated, was a frequent guest at the table of this modern Apicius; and I have been assured by his niece, then living with the counsellor, that his royal highness, as we may believe, was uniformly carried to bed in a state of utter insensibility, though, until thus obscured in mind, he could make his society most pleasing. MacNamara's professional gains, as I also learned from his niece, exceeded 4,000l. a year, but his hospitable habits absorbed the whole, and he left little or nothing at his demise. Miss Mac Namara, while under his roof, married Mr. John O'Brien, of Limerick, uncle of the present representative of that city, and of Mr. Serjeant O'Brien, my nephew; but she became an early widow.

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of disloyal principles, it was thought that Lord Cloncurry's health was impaired, as we are told at p. 106, and he was attended by Sir John Hayes. This gentleman was a native of Limerick, the son of a respectable shoemaker, who gave him an education that enabled him to obtain the appointment of surgeon, during the American war, on board the vessel in which Prince William Henry, afterwards William IV. entered the naval service. He soon attracted the favourable notice of the royal sailor, whose unvarying protection he long enjoyed, and, from his talents and character, well deserved. After years of absence he paid in 1783 a short visit to his parents, whom my father, in compliment to him, who brought a letter of introduction, invited to dinner together with him. I well recollect how much the humble but excellent couple obviously felt out of their element in unwonted society, while their son had acquired all the forms of polished life.

Arthur O'Connor is adverted to with just eulogy (I interfere not with his politics), at page 158. When by the government's permission he and his accomplished wife were here in 1834, I was almost in daily intercourse with them, and from my recollection of the lady's father, Condorcet, always a welcome visitor. He told me that the disunion and personal quarrels of the Irish Legion, engaged in the service of republican France, and more especially the rancorous duel between the officers McSweeny and Corbet, both from Cork, had deservedly and utterly estranged and disgusted the French successive rulers, particularly Napoleon, in whose triumphs they consequently were not allowed to participate as a national body. O'Connor, on my inquiry, gave me to understand that he probably would publish his Memoirs, which could not fail of being highly interesting; but his wife urged me to use my influence to prevent him. Her objections, which indeed she did not sufficiently explain, did not con. vince me; but I avoided, in consequence of her expressed desire, any further conversation with him on the subject. As yet, whatever preparations he may have made, the press has not been resorted to, and possibly may not till after his death, which, singularly enough, I find, in an article devoted to him in the "Biographie Universelle," as having occurred so long ago as 1830. His son too is there represented as the husband of his own mother. After having for fifteen years occupied apartments in the house of M. Renouard, an eminent bookseller in the rue de Tournon, leading to the Luxembourg, as well as to the late " Chambre des Pairs," and

the only street I remember that "sixty years since" had a flagged footpath in that now embellished metropolis, he purchased and removed to his present residence, the Château de Bignon, near Nemours (Seine et Marne). The produce of his property, sold here in 1834 or 1835, he invested in this purchase from the heirs of Mirabeau, who was born in that mansion, and not in Provence as generally supposed, because the family estates were in that province, their original seat. The great orator's eloquent bursts still, I may say, resound in my ears, dazzling and entrancing my judgment, as Lord Chatham is reported similarly to have affected his hearers. Yet my old friend Vergniaud's genuine eloquence and reasoning powers struck me as far superior, as I can well believe that Chatham's son's were to those of his father. I have had the advantage, I may add, as a consolation of far advanced age, of having heard the most distinguished speakers of France and England within the compass of sixty years.

Judging of Hamilton Rowan, who is next mentioned in the "Recollections," by a correspondence I had with him, I should infer, in contradiction to Napoleon's maxim, "that the heart should be in the head," that Rowan's head was in his heart, which so often made him the dupe of impostors. Benevolent and unsuspicious by nature, he was an easy prey to the artful and designing, I found,-more especially to females.

In August 1797 I heard the Mr. Lawless (so I believe), alluded to at page 164, make a most violent revolutionary harangue at the Dublin Exchange, surrounded by Oliver Bond (who was chairman) and numerous other prominent members of the Irish rebellion. They were then, from my long foreign absence and prohibited intercourse, wholly unknown to me, even by name, though subsequent events brought me in direct communication, not as an associate, but as a personal acquaintance with most of them. In justice to them, I am bound to assert that, excluding from consideration all political aberrances, I found them almost universally men of honour and elevated feelings. This Mr. Lawless afterwards sought refuge in France, where he rose to be a general officer, as mentioned by Lord Cloncurry in the same page. He was accompanied by his wife, a Miss Cop. pinger, not of the Cork distinguished family of that name, but from a Dublin branch; for so she told me. Their daughter was married to M. de Beausset, Napoleon's Préfet du Palais," and nephew to the Cardinal Beausset, the biographer of Bossuet and Fénélon; but the union

did not prove happy, and they soon separated. The general had purchased and cultivated a considerable tract of land near Carcassonne and Castelnaidery in Languedoc, or département de l'Aude, which his widow was anxious to dispose of in 1828, but did not then succeed. Whether she has since, I know not. During the war of the Spanish Succession (17011714), a Sir Patrick Lawless of the Irish Brigade, by a bold and dexterous exertion, forcibly transferred the person and services of the Duke of Medina-Celi, in whom were centered eleven Grandeças, from the cause of the Austrian claimant of the throne, to Philip of France, who finally obtained the Spanish crown. Was this determined officer of Lord Cloncurry's kindred I would be glad to know? The details, in some degree, recall the audacious attempt of Blood on the Duke of Ormond in the reign of Charles II.

The pages 176 to 179 refer to Mr. Wogan Browne, but omit all allusion to his literary habits, of which his library, sold after his death, (which happened several years anterior to the period assigned to it in the "Recollections,") afforded ample proof, unless we apply to him Lady Craven's (or Margravine of Anspach's) not very decorous comparison of the possessor of unread books to an original guardian of a seraglio, who, on his enfranchisement, ostentatiously keeps one himself. Not so, however, Mr. Browne; for he not only read but published. At his sale I bought a collection of old Italian tales, which, conjointly with Lord Clanbrassill and Colonel Stanley, he got printed by Edwards in 1790,-limited, however, to twenty-five copies, including two on vellum. The title is "Novelle otto rarissime, stampate a spese de' signori Giacome, Conte di Clanbrassill, J. Stanley, et Wogan Browne." It is a slender quarto, and was distributed in presents. copy was Browne's own; but at Count M'Carthy's sale at Paris in 1817, one of the vellum copies produced 598 francs, or nearly 261. though the vellum was by no means of fine texture.

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Lord Cloncurry, at page 255, reckons among the most elite of his visitors at Lyons, his country seat, Richard Kirwan, the celebrated mineralogist (rather than geologist, as characterised by his lordship). I, too, had the advantage of his acquaintance, which impressed me with a deep sense of his most extensive acquirements. Indeed, I have seldom seen them exceeded, even in the wide-spread circle of learned men into whose society various circumstances have conduced to introduce me at home and abroad. Amongst other personal anecdotes, he told me that on completing his

collegiate studies, under the Jesuits in Flanders, when education was forbidden to Catholics in these kingdoms, he proceeded to Paris, where he was introduced by his cousin, the Chevalier D'Arcy, a member, though an Irishman, of the Academy of Sciences, to D'Alembert, then (about 1762) the literary dictator of the French metropolis. During the interview Kirwan, with the unhesitating confidence of youth, applied some disparaging epithets to Bishop Berkeley's apparent paradox on the subject of matter, for which he was paternally, as he expressed it, reproved by D'Alembert"Beware, young man," emphatically said the mathematician, "of passing precipitate judgment on what must necessarily be, now at least, beyond the reach of your understanding; a formidable adversary is your countryman, against whom, even in the maturity of my years, I should fearfully enter the lists; and assuredly it would require a riper intellect, and a more exercised pen, than you can now possess, to overthrow Berkeley's theory, however paradoxical it may strike you." He had been in frequent correspondence with Lavoisier, the father, in French conception, of modern chemistry, and certainly, with Guyton de Morveau and Berthollet, of its nomenclature, some of whose letters he showed me. Among them was one dated in 1793, written by Lavoisier's wife, as he happened to be peculiarly occupied, and could only add in a postscript" I have not time to look over this long scrawl, of which I recommend you not to mind a word,"-meant, of course, in pleasantry, but sufficiently indicative, he observed, of the inherent light character of the nation. Lavoisier suffered death on the 8th of May, 1794. He solicited a few days' respite to complete a work on public salubrity, when Foucquier Tinville contemptuously answered that the republic wanted not philosophers.' His widow afterwards married Count Rumford, (the American loyalist, Thompson,) a very ingenious man, to whom we are indebted for many domestic improvements; but they soon quarrelled and lived asunder. For some years the lady was my neighbour in the Rue Neuve des Mathurins, at Paris, where she died in February 1836, in advanced age. All the illustrative plates of Lavoisier's "Eléments de Chimie," were of her drawing, and she translated Kirwan's work on phlogiston and acids. Kirwan, as we have indicated, was bred a Catholic, but subsequently professed the Established Religion, and, on the death of Lord Charlemont, was chosen President of the Royal Irish Academy. At the Dublin Library in

Eustace-street, I was witness, in 1799, of a warm discussion on the Union, then approaching to consummation, between him and Curran, who vehemently opposed, while Kirwan as zealously defended, the project, though I have read that he had been some way implicated with the United Irishmen, which I consider very improbable. But for further particulars relative to Kirwan see the Gentleman's Magazine for Nov. 1838.

It would cost me no great effort of memory to extend these elucidatory remarks; but I have already, I fear, exceeded all fair bounds, and shall conclude by pointing Lord Cloncurry's attention to such oversights as, soubriquet for sobriquet; Garde de Corps, for du Corps; Petite Comité, for Petit Comité; Mr. O'Connell and I meeting, instead of me, at page 433. At page 448, we have "Quand finira donc mes tourmens," from

Lord Anglesea, which should be "Quand finiront," &c.; and, previously, at page 261, "Tros Triusve fuit nullo ille discrimine habetur," in place of "Tros Tyriusque mihi nullo discrimine agetur," from Virgil's Æneid, lib. 1, 578.

These incidental lapses, more imputable probably to the press than the pen, affect not the merit of the work, which, in its resulting impression, cannot fail to raise in public estimation the character of its noble author, and to justify, on perusal of this interesting retrospect of a long and well-spent life, the poet's solace of declining years, thus suitably employed"Nulla recordanti lux est ingrata gravisque : Ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus: hoc

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THE NEW WINDOW IN ELY CATHEDRAL.

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IT was announced in July last, in a report of the works then completed and in progress at Ely Cathedral, that, amongst many other munificent offerings from various individuals “ distinguished amateur," whose name the cathedral authorities were requested at that time to withhold, had undertaken to present to the south aisle of the nave of the church a window of painted glass, his own production. This window was fixed during the last month, and it now fills the restored Norman window-arch above the cloister-entrance to the cathedral.

Having been enabled to examine this eminently beautiful and most interesting work, very shortly after its completion, we gladly avail ourselves of the earliest opportunity to record our conviction that, as an example of the revival of the true art of ecclesiastical glass-painting, it is absolutely without a rival. A master-mind and a master's hand are apparent throughout the entire work, in the disposition and general treatment of the composition, in the judicious adjustment and nice balance of the colours, and in that combination of deep and solemn tone with hues glowing with lustrous brilliancy which is at once the essential attribute and the distinctive characteristic of this art. The subject is the

History of Solomon, as exemplified in four remarkable episodes of the life of the wise king; viz.-The Judgment; the Building of the Temple; the Dedication of the Temple; and the visit of the Southern Queen. Each of these sub-divisions of the subject occupies a medallion-like compartment; and the remainder of the composition consists of a mosaic border and a field of rich diaper. So effective is this peculiar style of glass-painting, that we must consider it to be capable of such modification as would adapt it as well to the rich and diversified traceries of Gothic windows in their most perfect development, as to the severely simple outlines of the Romanesque and EarlyEnglish Gothic. We hope to learn that this indeed "distinguished amateur" (whom now we may without hesitation name as the Rev. A. Moore, Rector of Walpole St. Peter's, in West Norfolk,) has directed his attention to the application of medallion-glass to traceried windows: of his success we have no doubt, and we even venture to anticipate that he will himself rejoice to be set free from that conventional bad drawing which appears by

common consent to be reckoned as necessary in the treatment of compositions designed to harmonise with our earliest ecclesiastical architecture; while, with

out doubt, he will expatiate, with that delight which a true artist can alone really know, in the glories of Gothic tracery, and in the bold, broad effectiveness of mullioned windows.

One practical suggestion resulting from Mr. Moore's success in glasspainting as an amateur we would submit to the consideration of all persons who are engaged on a great scale in the important work of Church restoration; it is to this effect, that the true system for Cathedral and other authorities is to produce their own painted glass on the spot by means of their own artificers, the actual workmen being merely conversant in the executive and mechanical parts of the process, and the artistic department being under the controul of some "distinguished amateur." Rarely can excellence in both capacities of artist and artificer be expected to be found associated in the same individual, as they are in the Rector of Walpole St. Peter's; but, while very many can execute the work without possessing in the slightest degree the faculty to produce the design or to adjust and superintend its treatment; so also there may

be many persons eminently qualified to direct the operations of practical workmen, who yet are not nor could become practical workmen themselves. From the combined operations of these two classes of persons working on the spot, the costly, tedious, and, after all, but too often unsatisfactory agency of professed artists in glass may be in many cases altogether superseded, and glass of the highest merit be produced with a degree of facility hitherto unknown.

In conclusion, we beg to congratulate the Dean and Chapter of Ely on their noble Cathedral being the depository of the admirable work of art which has called forth these remarks and at the same time we feel sure that Mr. Moore will sympathise with the congratulations which we offer to himself, that his name should be thus honourably associated with a Gothic Church of the very first rank in architectural excellence, and which as an example of equally energetic and judicious restoration must ever possess a peculiar claim to our grateful admiration.

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THE Toy Tavern at Hampton Court is one of the most ancient in England. It was a flourishing hostelry in the days of James I., and there is reason for believing it existed during the dy nasty of the Tudors. It formerly stood close to the water-side, between the bridge-foot and the palace gates; but in 1840 the old building, being in a ruinous state, was taken down, and the name and business removed to its present position, opposite the Green or ancient tilting-ground, only a few hundred yards west of its former site.

There has been some difficulty in

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ascertaining the origin of this singular designation "The Toy." As the house lay close to the river, bordering the towing-path, it has been suggested that the name might be traced to this circumstance. On the other hand, it has been supposed that the original sign was "The Hoy" (which would be appropriate enough for a waterside tavern), and was gradually clipped or abbreviated, in the patois of the west-country bargemen, into "Toy."

But in Miss Strickland's "Lives of the Queens of England" (Anne of Denmark, vol. vii. p. 461) an expla

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