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and as often as he played it again made new variations. He imi- 

 tated every author's ftile, whether Bach, Handel, Schobert, or 

 Scarlatti himfelf. 



One mewed him fome of Mozart's mufic, and afked him how 

 he liked it. He played it over, and faid, " It was very Well for 

 " one of his years." 



He played to Mr. Kelway, whom I afterwards alked what 

 he thought of him. He would not allow him to be com- 

 parable to Charles ; yet commended him greatly, and told his 

 mother, " It was a gift from heaven to both her fons ; and as for 

 " Sam, he never in his life faw fo free and degage a gentleman." 

 Mr. Madan had often faid the fame, <6 that Sam was every where 

 " as much admired for his behaviour as for his play." 



Between eight and nine he was brought through the fmall-pox 

 by Mr. Br — s affiftance ; whom he therefore promifed to reward 

 with his next Oratorio. 



If he loved any thing better than mufic, it was regularity. He 

 took to it himfelf. Nothing could exceed his punctuality. No 

 company, no perfuafion, could keep him up beyond his time. He 

 never could be prevailed on to hear any opera or concert by night. 

 The moment the clock gave warning for eight, away ran Sam, in 

 the midft-of his moil favourite mufic. Once in the playhoufehe 

 rofe up after the firft part of theMeffiah, with, ' 4 Come, Mamma, 

 *<■ let us go home, or I {han't be in bed by eight." 



When fome talked of carrying him to the Queen, and I afked 

 him if he was willing to go ? " Yes, with all my heart (he an- 

 *' fwered), but I won't ftay beyond eight." 



The praifes beftowed fo lavifhly upon him did not feem to af- 

 fect, much lefs to hurt him ; and whenever he went into the 

 company of his betters, he would much rather have flayed at 

 home ; yet when among them, he was free and eafy ; fo that fome 



remarked, 



