that with a gentleman of such literary tastes our
friend George would become familiar; and as they were both in love, and
both accepted lovers, and both eager for happiness, no doubt they must
have had many sentimental conversations together which would be very
interesting to report could we only have accurate accounts of them. In
one of his later letters, Warrington writes:

"I had the honour of knowing the famous General Wolfe, and seeing much
of him during his last stay in London. We had a subject of conversation
then which was of unfailing interest to both of us, and I could not but
admire Mr. Wolfe's simplicity, his frankness, and a sort of glorious
bravery which characterised him. He was much in love, and he wanted
heaps and heaps of laurels to take to his mistress. 'If it be a sin to
covet honour,' he used to say with Harry the Fifth (he was passionately
fond of plays and poetry), 'I am the most offending soul alive.' Surely
on his last day he had a feast which was enough to satisfy the greediest
appetite for glory. He hungered after it. He seemed to me not merely
like a soldier going resolutely to do his duty, but rather like a knight
in quest of dragons and giants. My own country has furnished of late a
chief of a very different order, and quite an opposite genius. I scarce
know which to admire most. The Briton's chivalrous ardour, or the more
than Roman constancy of our great Virginian."

As Mr. Lambert's official duties detained him in London, his family
remained contentedly with him, and I suppose Mr. Warrington was so
satisfied with the rural quiet of Southampton Row and the beautiful
flowers and trees of Bedford Gardens, that he did not care to quit
London for any long period. He made his pilgrimage to Castlewood, and
passed a few days there, occupying the chamber of which he had often
heard his grandfather talk, and which Colonel Esmond had occupied as a
boy and he was received kindly enough by such members of the family as
happened to be at home. But no doubt he loved better to be in London by
the side of a young person in whose society he found greater pleasure
than any which my Lord Castlewood's circle could afford him, though all
the ladies were civil, and Lady Maria especially gracious, and enchanted
with the tragedy which George and Parson Sampson read out to the ladies.
The chaplain was enthusiastic in its praises, and indeed it was
through his interest and not through Mr. Johnson's after all, tha