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thought the time now come when it was no longer fit to doubt or believe by chance, and applied himself seriously to the great question. His studies, being honest, ended in conviction. He found that religion was true: and what he had learned he endeavoured to teach (1747) by " Observations on the "Conversion of St. Paul;" a treatise to which infidelity has never been able to fabricate a specious answer. This book his father had the happiness of seeing, and expressed his pleasure in a letter which deserves to be inserted.

"I have read your religious treatise with infinite pleasure and satisfaction. The style is fine and "clear, the arguments close, cogent, and irresistible. May the King of kings, whose glorious cause you "have so well defended, reward your pious labours, "and grant that I may be found worthy, through "the merits of Jesus Christ, to be an eye-witness of "that happiness which I don't doubt he will boun"tifully bestow on you. In the mean time, I "shall never cease glorifying God, for having en"dowed you with such useful talents, and giving me so good a son.

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"Your affectionate father,

"THOMAS LYTTELTON."

A few years afterwards (1751), by the death of his father, he inherited a baronet's title with a large estate, which, though perhaps he did not augment, he was careful to adorn by a house of great elegance

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expense, and by much attention to the decoration of his park.

As he continued his activity in parliament, he was gradually advancing his claim to profit and preferment; and accordingly was made in time (1754) cofferer and privy counsellor: this place he exchanged next year for the great office of chancellor of the Exchequer; an office, however, that required some qualifications which he soon perceived himself to want.

The year after, his curiosity led him into Wales; of which he has given an account perhaps rather with too much affectation of delight, to Archibald Bower, a man of whom he had conceived an opinion more favourable than he seems to have deserved, and whom, having once espoused his interest and fame, he was never persuaded to disown. Bower, whatever was his moral character, did not want abilities; attacked as he was by an universal outcry, and that outcry, as it seems, the echo of truth, he kept his ground at last, when his defences began to fail him, he sallied out upon his adversaries, and his adversaries retreated.

About this time Lyttelton published his "Dialogues of the Dead," which were very eagerly read, though the production rather, as it seems, of leisure than of study: rather effusions than compositions. The names of his persons too often enable the reader to anticipate their conversation; and, when they have met, they too often part without any conclusion. He has copied Fenelon more than Fontenelle.

When they were first published, they were kindly

commended by the "Critical Reviewers;" and poor Lyttelton, with humble gratitude, returned, in a note which I have read, acknowledgment which can never be proper, since they must be paid either for flattery or for justice.

When, in the latter part of the last reign, the inauspicious commencement of the war made the dissolution of the ministry unavoidable, Sir George Lyttelton, losing with the rest his employment, was recompensed with a peerage; and rested from political turbulence in the House of Lords.

His last literary production was his "History of "Henry the Second," elaborated by the searches and deliberations of twenty years, and published with such anxiety as only vanity can dictate.

The story of this publication is remarkable. The whole work was printed twice over, a great part of it three times, and many sheets four or five times. The booksellers paid for the first impression; but the charges and repeated operations of the press were at the expenee of the author, whose ambitious accuracy is known to have cost him at least a thousand pounds. He began to print in 1755. Three volumes appeared in 1764, a second edition of them in 1767, a third edition in 1768, and the conclusion in 1771.

Andrew Reid, a man not without considerable abilities, and not unacquainted with letters or with life, undertook to persuade Lyttelton, as he had persuaded himself, that he was master of the secret of punctuation; and, as fear begets credulity, he was employed, I know not at what price, to point pages of "Henry the Second." The book was

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at last pointed and printed, and sent into the world. Lyttelton took money for his copy, of which when he had paid the printer, he probably gave the rest away; for he was very liberal to the indigent.

When time brought the History to a third edition, Reid was either dead or discarded; and the superintendance of typography and punctuation was committed to a man originally a comb-maker, but then known by the style of Doctor. Something uncommon was probably expected, and something uncommon was at last done; for to the Doctor's edition is appended, what the world had hardly seen before, a list of errors in nineteen pages.

But to politics and literature there must be an end. Lord Lyttelton had never the appearance of a strong or of a healthy man; he had a slender, uncompacted frame, and a meagre face; he lasted however sixty years, and was then seized with his last illness. Of his death, a very affecting and instructive account has been given by his physician, which will spare me the task of his moral character.

"On Sunday evening the symptoms of his lord"ship's disorder, which for a week past had alarm"ed us, put on a fatal appearance, and his lordship "believed himself to be a dying man. From this "time he suffered by restlessness rather than pain; "though his nerves were apparently much flut"tered, his mental faculties never seemed stronger, "when he was thoroughly awake.

"His lordship's bilious and hepatic complaints "seemed alone not equal to the expected mournful "event; his long want of sleep, whether the consequence of the irritation in the bowels, or, which

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Though his lordship wished his approaching "dissolution not to be lingering, he waited for it "with resignation. He said, 'It is a folly, a keeping me in misery, now to attempt to prolong life;' yet he was easily persuaded, for the satis"faction of others, to do or take any thing thought 66 proper for him. On Saturday he had been re"markably better, and we were not without some "hopes of his recovery.

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"On Sunday, about eleven in the forenoon, his lordship sent for me, and said he felt a great "hurry, and wished to have a little conversation "with me, in order to divert it. He then pro"ceeded to open the fountain of that heart, from "whence goodness had so long flowed, as from a "copious spring. Doctor,' said he, you shall "be my confessor: when I first set out in the "world, I had friends who endeavoured to shake 66 my belief in the Christian religion. I saw diffi"culties which staggered me; but I kept my mind 66 open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines "of Christianity, studied with attention, made me "a most firm and persuaded believer of the Chris"tian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, "and it is the ground of my future hopes. I have "erred and sinned; but have repented, and never indulged any vicious habit. In politics, and

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public life, I have made public good the rule of my conduct. I never gave counsels which I did "not at the time think the best. I have seen that