2i6 LIFE OF MYTTON. 



him, to learn that his sufferings were not severe ; that 

 his mother was by his bed-side at the last, and that as 

 he had been conversing rationally with his medical 

 attendants within half an hour of his decease, his life 

 must have departed like the flickering flame of a lamp 

 which goes out by the last crackle. But it is astound- 

 ing to think, from the rapidity with which his lamp of 

 life must have burned, that he lived to complete his 

 thirty-eighth year. As I said of him before, Nil vio- 

 leiitum est perpctwmi ; Phaeton's car went but a 

 day ! 



A brother sportsman and a brother prisoner (well 

 known at Melton Mowbray) who, as I have before 

 mentioned, had been extremely kind to my poor friend 

 durine his first and second incarceration, and who was 

 a constant attendant on his sick-bed, wrote me, unso- 

 licited, some interesting particulars relating to his 

 illness and the last scenes of his eventful life, which 

 it gives me pleasure to make known. The " virtue of 

 suffering well," which Johnson allowed to Savage, 

 could by no one be denied to Mytton, whose bearing 

 and forbearing, as I have before shown, are per- 

 haps not exceeded by any man's ; but in the opinion 

 of his friend he took much to heart this second 

 confinement in the King's Bench, although his proud 



