tried his best to make his poor Son, the Master of Lovat
(a very virtuous and gallant young Gentleman), the scapegoat for his
misdeeds, playing Fast and Loose between France and the Jacobites on
one side, and the Lord Justice Clerk and the King's Government on the
other. But Justice had him on the hip at last, and the old Fox was
caught. They brought him to London by Easy Stages, as he was, or
pretended to be, mighty Infirm; and while he was resting at an Inn at
St. Alban's, Mr. Hogarth the Painter (whom I have seen many a time
smoking a pipe and making Caricatures of the Company at the Tavern he
used--the Bedford Head, Maiden Lane, Covent Garden: a skilful
Draughtsman, this Mr. Hogarth, but very Uppish and Impudent in his Tone;
for I remember that he once called me Captain Compound, seeing, as the
fellow said, that I was made up of three--Captain Bobadil, Captain
Macheath, and Captain Kyd),--this Mr. H. went down to St. Alban's, and
took a picture of the old Lord, as he sat in his great chair, counting
the strength of the Scottish clans on his fingers. 'Twas afterwards
graved on copper, and had a prodigious sale.

Monday, March 9th, began this Lord's Trial, very Grand and Stately,
which took place in Westminster Hall, fitted up anew for the occasion,
with the Throne, and chairs for the Prince and the Duke, brave in Velvet
and Gold, Scarlet benches for the Peers, galleries for Ladies and
Foreign Ambassadors, boxes for the Lawyers and the Managers of the House
of Commons that preferred the Impeachment, and a great railed platform,
that was half like a Scaffold itself, for the Prisoner. So we Warders,
and a Strong Guard of Horse Grenadiers and Foot-Soldiers, brought him
down from the Tower to Westminster, Mr. Fowler, the Gentleman Gaoler,
attending with the Axe; but the Edge thereof turned away from his
Lordship. The Crown Lawyers, Sir William Yonge, Sir Dudley Rider, and
Sir John Strange, that were of Counsel for the Crown, opened against him
in a very bitter manner; at which the Old Sinner grinned, and likened
them to hounds fighting for a very tough Morsel which was scarce worth
the Tearing. Then he plagues the Lord Steward for permission for Counsel
to be granted to him to speak on his behalf, which by law could not be
granted, and for a short-hand writer to take minutes, which, after some
delay, was allowed. One Schield, that was the first Witness called,
deposing that Lord Lovat made one of a company of gentlemen wh