no MEMOIR OF 



The Pump Room books of that day, if in 

 existence, would still show the names and 

 numbers of the visitors who were then occupying 

 No. 9 in that fashionable locality ; they were no 

 other than Admiral, Mrs., and Miss Penelope 

 Bury, from Dennington House, North Devon. 



Here, then, was the guiding star which had 

 led Russell to abandon both friends and hounds 

 at Stock ; and in spite of the gloom, had lighted 

 his path with a hopeful ray to the city of 

 waters, at which we now hnd him safely arrived. 

 He had promised Miss Bury to ride with her 

 in the morning, and of course took care to be 

 in attendance at No. 9 in good time before the 

 horses were ordered and the lady prepared to 

 start. Other cavaliers, however, had been 

 invited to join the party ; notably, the Rev. 

 Alexander Baillie, a hue, handsome young 

 fellow, as agreeable as he was good-looking, 

 and a perfect beau ; also the long-lamented 

 John Bayly, a finished horseman, and one of 

 the best men across country in all England ; 

 besides one or two more, mounted on steeds 

 well-bred and with skins glossy as satin itself. 



Miss Bury, too, was now in the saddle ; and, 

 but for a short delay, occasioned by the non- 

 arrival of Russell's horse, the whole cavalcade 

 were prepared to start at the appointed time. 

 At length the ostler made his appearance, 

 hurrying forward, as he best could, an animal 



