520 
be taken, and that so few painters 
have succeeded ill his portrait. The 
goodness of his heart, seems conspicu¬ 
ous in every look, and every movement 
of his mind: his eyes possess but little 
of that brilliancy for which they were 
so conspicuous at the head of an army, 
or during some difficult emergency in 
the field of battle; they become ex¬ 
tremely animated, however, and lively, 
in the heat of argument. Abundance 
of good sense is discoverable in all his 
questions and replies, and in his con¬ 
versation he evinces the utmost modesty 
and diffidence of his own powers. He 
speaks of the American war as if he 
had not directed its operations, and of 
his own battles and victories, with an 
indifference that would not become a 
stranger. 
After having given liberty to his 
country, he is now about to add lo her 
wealth and her respectability, being 
called by the unanimous voice of his 
fellow citizens to preside over the civil 
government of America, and to evince 
that zeal, discretion, assiduity and 
public virtue in peace, which he so 
wonderfully displayed during a long, 
a bloody, a ruiuous, but a successful 
warfare.” 
MARGARET NICHOLSON. 
I have the original of the following 
epistle of this famous lunatic to the 
matron of Bedlam. No other proof is 
necessary of her iusanity. 
Madam, —I’ve recollected perhaps 
’tis neccissary to acquaint you upon 
what account I continue here yet, 
maim , after making you privey to my 
great concern, madam , I only waite for 
alteration of the globe which belongs 
to this house, maim , and if the time is 
almost expired I wish to know it, maim. 
Tho’ I am not unhealthy, yet I am 
very weak, know maim , theirfore I 
hope it wont be long, maim , 
I am, madam, 
Your most obedient, 
Wednesday. M. Nicholson. 
MAJOR CARTWRIGHT to MR. BONHAM. 
Dear Sir, —Allow me to introduce 
to you Mr. Stephens, of Parke house, 
Chelsea, a literary gentleman and a 
friend of freedom, who takes Boulogne 
in the course of a tour on the continent, 
and from whom you will be able to 
learn more of what is thought, said and 
done in England than from perhaps 
any other one of our countrymen. 
You and Mrs. Bonham will rejoice 
to hear of an Irish apostle in the works 
of education, who has wrought wonders 
[Jan. i, 
in the darkest part of Ireland; but 
whose labours I understand have been 
chiefly directed to the teaching of adults 
to read. The name of this extraordi¬ 
nary man is Thaddeus Donnellan.* 
He has done great tilings in London 
and other parts of England. I am soon 
to see him, and to introduce him to a 
lady who is much of an enthusiast in 
his own way. 
My wife and niece beg leave to join 
me in compliments and good wishes to 
your lady and yourself. 
In much haste, dear Sir, 
Your obedient humble servant, 
J. Cartwright, 
advice given by a late Middlesex 
MAGISTRATE to his SON. 
If prosperity be your portion, be 
thankful for it, but live in constant 
expectation of a visit from adversity. 
Observe the manners of the human 
race—despise those which are frivo¬ 
lous—avoid those which have a ten¬ 
dency to vice—cherish those which 
lead to virtue. Act always from the 
impulses of nature, when not opposed to 
the requisite and beneficial laws of 
society. A fooling and an erring world 
have forged fetters to enchain her feet, 
be it your endeavour to hurst them 
asunder. Allow the silly and the weak 
to laugh at you, heed them not: the 
ridiculous laws which fashion enacts, 
and the absurd restraints imposed by 
an indiscriminate converse with the 
idle, the vain, and the imperious, have 
made them any thing hut the offspring 
of nature. Be assured that the ap¬ 
plauses of the discerning few, will 
amply, oh, how amply! recompense 
you for the disapprobation of the iguo- 
rant many. Reject no principles be¬ 
cause they are not generally received ; 
weigh them attentively; if they be 
gootl, act in obedience to them, and 
never suffer yourself to be laughed out 
of them ; remember always that the 
operation of truth has been slowly pro¬ 
gressive ; learn that the world accepts 
not quickly positions that are new, 
and that tend to destroy those that 
have been handed down from time 
immemorial. 
LADY HESTER STANHOPE. 
The inclosed is the postscript of a long 
note from Lady Hester Lucy Stanhope 
to me, written at the Convent of Mar 
Elias, near Sidon, in Syria, in the 
month of May, 1816, and addressed to 
me at Aleppo. The first portion refers 
* See Monthly Mag. June, 1817, p 385, 
Stephensitma, — No. If \ 
