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Mytton's uncle say, as he did in his letter to me, 

 when lamenting his nephew's situation, and con- 

 trastinfj it with what it migrht have been — " Heu, 

 ubi lapsus ! " 



But we will bring this scene to a close. Having 

 reason to believe that, either by his powers of elo- 

 quence or by the force of that sympathy in a British 

 sailor for the absence of grog, which is inseparable 

 from his character, and will be a formidable opponent 

 to Temperance Societies on the coast, he had pre- 

 vailed upon one or two of these otherwise honest 

 guardians to procure him spirits by stealth,* it was 

 determined by Mrs. Mytton, his mother, who had 

 for some time been in painful but unremitting attend- 

 ance on her son, that I should proceed to London,, 

 and state his case to Dr. Sutherland, as, in fact, we 

 were making no progress towards recovery. The- 

 result was two experienced attendants being sent 

 to Calais, by whose skilful treatment an alteration. 

 for the better was soon apparent, and their patient 



• He would at this time frequently send for eau-dc-Colojne, under 

 the pretext of using it as perfume, or otherwise externally, on his 

 person. We soon, however, by the quantity consumed, ascertained that 

 he drank it ! 



