LIFE OF MYTTON. 81 



But Rochester was profane, which Mytton never 

 was. 



But I must draw this parallel to a close. Rochester 

 was charitable to the poor and kind to his servants, 

 so was Mytton — perhaps to a still greater degree. 



Rochester made h'mself mad with drink. Ditto 

 John Mytton. Was not the best of husbands. Ditto 

 John Mytton. Trusted to a death-bed repentance. 

 Ditto John Mytton. Promised to amend his life if 

 he recovered from his severe illness. So did old 

 Nick — at least so the story goes; but John Mytton 

 never promised what he did not think he should per- 

 form. The one exhausted his life at the age of thirty- 

 three, and the other of thirty-eight ; and although 

 both entered the vineyard at nearly the eleventh 

 hour — for sackcloth and ashes suited neither of their 

 tastes— they both died in penitence and prayer. 



Mr. Mytton's amours, like Jupiter's, are too nume- 

 rous for recital ; yet, having been for the most part of 

 the lowest description, they were chiefly injurious only 

 to himself, and had nothing to do with the heart.*' 



* One evening in a Chester race week he once managed to handcuff,' 

 two girls on the pretence of trying on a pair of bracelets he had just 

 purchased, and then left them in the " couples" to be laughed at. 



