cisely at the hour of her Majesty's breakfast, and that no time might be left for deliberating about serving it up with that meal, as usual." The preface is well written, in a manly clear style, and with a marked abhorrence of the then fashionable doctrine, that Christianity is the friend of arbitrary power. After a life of exemplary virtue and utility, Bishop Fleetwood paid the debt of nature, at Tottenham, in Middlesex, in 1723, and in his sixty-seventh year. “His various merits," remarks his latest biographer, "entitle him to the character of a great and a good man. His learning in the different branches more immediately connected with his profession was very respectable, and he was intimately conversant in British history and antiquities. His life was so studious, that there were very few of his hours during which he allowed himself any relaxation.-As a prelate of the church of England, he did honour to his station by his dignified and prudent deportment; and in the diocese of St. Asaph, where he was almost the general patron, he took particular care to fill the vacant churches with virtuous and worthy clergymen, paying no regard to the solicitations of the great and powerful on behalf of any persons who were not found to answer that de scription. To the poor and necessitous he was a generous benefactor, and a liberal encourager of every truly charitable design. To the interests of civil and religious liberty he was ardently attached, and was greatly concerned to see so much passion and uncharitableness as were occasioned in his time by difference of opinion in matters of religion; rightly judging, that mere mistakes, and such differences as did not influence practice, were to be borne, with. He was also modest, humble, uncensorious, and calm and meek in his temper; but at the same time possessed a degree of cool and sedate courage, which he did not fail to exhibit on proper occasions; and to crown the whole, he was a bright pattern of innocence of life, integrity of heart, and sanctity of manners. We cannot persuade ourselves to omit recording a curious anecdote of our prelate, which is related in the "Richardsoniana," page 333-335, and which we shall give in the words of the author, Mr. Jonathan Richardson, junior: "One of our great divines, a most worthy as well as reverend bishop (Fleetwood,) told my father (in my hearing,) who was full of doubts and scruples then in matter of faith, when I was a boy, that, where mystery began religion ended. It makes wild work where reason does not govern the raptures which religious enthusiasm inspires, The same excellent and honest divine advised my father at that time, as he was depressed with doubts, to make a truce with texts and fathers, and read Don Quixote, telling him withal, that; in his present situation of mind and weakness of spirit, he was not capable of doing them justice, nor was equal to such high points of speculation. 'Ah, doctor!' said my father; but if I should be mistaken, and put up with an erroneous faith!' 'Well,' said the good divine, and constant friend, (for he loved my father for his sincere and warm desire to know his duty, and how he might best please his Maker,) Well, and if you should?' "If I should!' said my father in surprise: if I should be mistaken, after the most diligent enquiry I can make, I am sure to make God my enemy!' 'Are you so?' said Fleetwood, warmly; 'then he is no God for me:' which expression (for they were his very words, as I have often heard my dear father relate them) he proceeded to explain and soften, by giving him a just and reasonable idea of the common Father of mankind."* 30. HENEAGE TWISDEN was the seventh son of Sir William Twisden, Bart. He was cut off, by * Morgan's Life of Fleetwood, Aikin's General Biography, vol iv. p. 129, 130. the chance of war, at an early period of his military career, and at a time when his friends had every reason, from his talents, his virtues, and accomplishments, to consider him, not only as a loss to themselves, but to society at large. A short time before his death he contributed a letter to the Tatler, of which Steele, in his preface to the octavo edition of 1710, thus speaks: "When I am upon the house of Bickerstaff, I must not forget that genealogy of the family sent to me by the post, and written, as I since understand, by Mr. Twisden, who died at the battle of Mons, and has a monument in Westminsterabbey, suitable to the respect which is due to his wit and valour." This letter, which is dated May the 1st, 1709, and forms part of the eleventh number of the Tatler, contains a very ingenious and humorous genealogy of the family of the Staffs. Its author, who was a captain of foot in Sir Richard Temple's regiment, and aid-de-camp to John Duke of Argyll, fell, in the service of his country, during the course of the year which produced this epistle, at the age of twenty-nine; and to him we may with propriety apply the beautiful lines of Collins : Blest youth, regardful of thy doom, With shadowy trophies crown'd; 31. JAMES HEYWOOD, the author of a letter in the Spectator, was for many years a wholesale linen-draper on Fish-street-hill, and maintained a high degree of respectability in the city. He was a governor of St. Bartholomew's, Christ's, Bridewell, and Bethlem-hospitals, and of the London workhouse; but feeling no inclination for a public life, he chose to pay the customary fine of 500l. on being elected alderman of Aldgate ward. He died in the 90th year of his age, at his house in Austin-friars, July the 23d, 1776, having retained his health and spirits until within a short period of his departure. The letter which Mr. Heywood contributed to the Spectator is included in N° 268, and is written to complain of a very offensive mode of jesting, which, at that time, prevailed at the theatre, a place of amusement to which Mr. Heywood was particularly partial, and where he had the misfortune to have his nose severely pulled by way of humour and frolic, and as a specimen of corporeal wit.. It appears also, from a paper in the Guardian, |