in Scotland, which the Pretender never had the courage to face; and
thenceforth my Lord was quite reconciled to the present reigning family,
from whom he hath even received promotion.

Mrs. Tusher was by this time as angry against the Pretender as any of
her relations could be, and used to boast, as I have heard, that she
not only brought back my Lord to the Church of England, but procured
the English peerage for him, which the JUNIOR BRANCH of our family at
present enjoys. She was a great friend of Sir Robert Walpole, and would
not rest until her husband slept at Lambeth, my papa used laughing to
say. However, the Bishop died of apoplexy suddenly, and his wife erected
a great monument over him; and the pair sleep under that stone, with
a canopy of marble clouds and angels above them--the first Mrs. Tusher
lying sixty miles off at Castlewood.

But my papa's genius and education are both greater than any a woman can
be expected to have, and his adventures in Europe far more exciting than
his life in this country, which was passed in the tranquil offices of
love and duty; and I shall say no more by way of introduction to his
Memoirs, nor keep my children from the perusal of a story which is much
more interesting than that of their affectionate old mother,

RACHEL ESMOND WARRINGTON.

CASTLEWOOD, VIRGINIA,

November 3, 1778.