THE effect of the intercourse stated in last chapter, was to fill my imagination with a restless longing to try my fortune in London, instead of going to Edinburgh to prosecute legal studies. My importunities were, as usual, yielded to, and on my birthday in the spring of 1801, I left home and sailed from Berwick in a smack, and, though steam was not, in due time, i.e., in nine days, happily reached the Metropolis, and was landed at the wharf in Wapping. My uncle, Mr. Stuart, being in town from his ship, took charge of the stranger, and after seeing the lions, I was introduced by his acquaintance and our townsman, Mr. John Robertson, a prosperous insurance broker, to the West Indian Merchant House of Messrs. Samuel, Samuel and Charles Turner, and engaged as a clerk, at the salary of fifty pounds a year. It is curious that in Mr. Robertson's office, where for a preceding week or fortnight I was

initiated into the business ways and paths of London, Mr. John Pirie was clerk; whilst in the saddler's shop of Mr. Pollock, at Charing Cross, Mr. Peter Laurie was foreman; and that both came to be Lord Mayor. Pirie was a native of Dunse, but served in Kelso as shopman to Mr. Nicol, a grocer, whose daughter he afterwards married; and Laurie was a native of Stitchell, near Kelso, and claimed a sort of distant Scotch cousinship with me, which I jocularly said I would, and was proud to, acknowledge when he was Chief Magistrate of the City. I had the pleasure of attending their inauguration dinners in the Guild Hall, and was as vain of Tweedside as if Gog and Magog had been born and bred on its pastoral banks, which seemed as likely to breed Giants as Lord Mayors.

In Messrs. Turners' counting house, City Chambers, I found a perfect sample of the quiet, contented and sedulous London clerk a Mr. Drew, dressed in a brown Quakerish garb, and ever most punctually attentive to his day-books and ledgers, his dinner-hour and all his other duties. The Mr. Samuel Turner, Junior, at the opposite desk, took an active share in the concern; the senior member of the firm saw parties in an inner apartment, and I filled up the establishment, seated on a high stool near Mr. Drew. Mr. Charles Turner, now the candidate for the representation of Liverpool, was, if I remember rightly, only an occasional aid in the counting-house service, in my time, which lasted, strange to say, nearly a whole year. For I was, indeed, a bungling accountant, and unprofitable help even in letter copying or other routine employment. As heretofore, the consequence was, that instead of being, as I deserved, sent about my business, my warm-hearted employers chose to overlook all my imperfections, and on finding that I was not cut out for a merchant, chose

to adopt me as a favourite, affording the promise of some distinction in some more congenial pursuit. I believe I was caught writing verses, as I had been trying to do since I was twelve years old, and bad as they must have been, they proved an excuse for having me at Mr. Turner's residence in Great Ormonde Street, where I became acquainted with the wealthy magnates of Antigua, such as the Athills, and other persons of rank and station who formed the refined and social circle of that truly enjoyable mansion. Dr. Turner, the eminent physician, was one of the family, and I think the Duke of Ancaster (though I might only have heard of his grace), and Mr. Bertie Greathead, were frequent guests. The latter found me out as I was viewing the beauties of Guy's Cliff, five-and-twenty years afterwards, and reminding me of past times, insisted on hospitable entertainment to myself and the friend who accompanied me, Mr. Orme, of Paternoster Row, when we had the farther good fortune to share it with the celebrated Dr. Parr.

But my most partial friend in the city was Mr. S. Turner, junior, who seemed absolutely to enjoy my blunders and encourage my vagaries. If I disliked the movements of reptile turtles which I had not seen before, it was rare fun; and if I spoilt a cask of madeira by ignorantly breaking several dozen of whole eggs into it to fine it, the laugh against me appeared to make amends for the loss, or deterioration of the wine. How kindly all these things were remembered, was shown in a way which afforded me intense gratification. When the British Association visited Dublin, Sir John Tobin liberally placed a steamer at the disposal of members who went by Liverpool, to convey them to their destination. It was altogether a memorable voyage, and one not to be forgotten by the joyous passengers.

Captain Denham commanded the vessel, and Mr. Turner acted as the locum tenens of its owner. Among the 66 savans were Adam Sedgwick, Colonel Dick of New Orleans, in my care, and thirty or forty gentlemen of scientific distinction. A sumptuous déjeûner was given on board, and after toasting the healths of greater importance, Mr. Turner did me the honour of proposing mine, which he prefaced with a ludicrous account of my mercantile incapacities, and then complimenting me on having (as he was pleased to think and say) attained a laudable position in my country's literature, he claimed for himself all the alleged merits of my literary career. "Praise from Sir Hubert Stanley," writes the poet, "is praise indeed," and I do not know that I ever in my life felt such entire gratitude and satisfaction, as in this public testimony of esteem which embraced the brief epoch of my early merchant trial; nor was it rendered less grateful by being well received by those to whom it was addressed.

I have mentioned that the voyage between Liverpool and Dublin was memorable, and it would look egotistical and vain-glorious, indeed, were I to verify the statement by only a tribute to Self: I will therefore add another anecdote. On board the steamer were the captain's lady, Mrs. Denham, and baby but a few weeks old. As we got towards the outer buoy, of the number with which Capt. Denham has so scientifically indicated the safe channels and dangerous shoals off this coast, from one of them we heard the ringing of a bell, which we learned was a signal; but to us it bore the semblance of ringing the people to church on this beautiful Sunday forenoon, and as it happened that the baby had not been christened, it was unanimously voted that the holy ceremony should be performed there and then, in the midst of its father's masterly improvements

for the safety of mariners in the navigation of the Mersey. With some little difficulty Mr. Sedgwick was prevailed upon to officiate, as he entertained some apprehension lest the sacred rite might not be performed in a proper manner and with all the solemnity that ought ever to attend it, and fresh water being found, he proceeded to give the new Christian his name. The discourse he pronounced on the cccasion was one of the most eloquent and impressive that ever was delivered; and the baptism, like the burial at sea, produced a sensation far more touching than could have been excited by the ablest divine on shore in the customary manner with which daily use has made us familiar. A collection of autographs was gathered from the witnesses, and having obtained the privilege of nursing the baby a little, I retired with him to the cabin, put the pen into his hand, and guided it to the youngest signature on record. He is now a fine promising fellow, and has recently, under most promising auspices, entered the Royal Navy as a midshipman; and if the rest of his naval career be as remarkable as his launch, his country will hear much more of the feats of Admiral Denham!

From this episode I must revert to 1801, and Londɔn. As might be anticipated, my intimacy with the Pollock family was cultivated and improved, and their father's hospitable roof was all but a home to me. Their friends and acquaintances became my friends and acquaintances; I visited with the elders as if I had been their son, and with one or more of the younger branches I passed the time spared by my clerkly occupations in the City. David was called to the bar of the Middle Temple, where his chambers, No. 5, Elm Court, were almost as much occupied by me as by their legal owner. William, who died in early manhood, was destined to be the successor in trade, and possessed his