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disposition to Insult the French people, made it neces- 

 sary to remove him. England was again determined 

 upon, where not only a prison, but the grave yawned 

 to receive him, and in a prison he died. Thus fell! 

 John Mytton ; by nature, what God must have in- 

 tended every man should be ; by education, or rather- 

 from the want of proper education, nearly at last what 

 man should not be. The seed was good ; but it felli 

 among thorns and was choked. 



So soon as I was informed that Mr. Mytton was- 

 once more within the walls of the King's Bench Pri- 

 son, I felt assured he would never quit them but ort 

 his bier, — neither did he. But as the poet says, 



" Better to sink beneath the shock. 

 Than moulder piecemeal on the rock;" 



and I was happy when I heard the fatal subpoena had 

 arrived, for adversity had exhausted her vial, and it 

 was evident that, with the exception of the unsubdued 

 affection of his mother, there was, for him, no balm in 

 Gilead. It appeared that in about three weeks after 

 his incarceration, he was seized with paralysis of the 

 extremities, which bade defiance to the treatment of 

 Doctor Maton and Mr. Brodie, who indeed, from the 

 first, considered it a case without hopes. It may be, 

 however, a consolation to those who had a regard for 



