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in ascending and descending the hills. How vivid is still my recollection of the terror I endured, in consequence of his extreme feebleness, when the carriage was many times in danger of being overturned. At length, we arrived in safety at the end of our anxious journey, and soon after were joined by my mother.

There was at that time, no magistrate within many miles of Long Preston, and no sooner did the country people hear of my father's arrival, than they flocked about him, from all quarters, for the benefit of his opinion and advice; so exceedingly was he beloved and respected. My mother, dreading the fatigue to which he would be subjected, would gladly have refused them admittance, but he assured her that in listening to, and endeavouring to relieve their distresses, he should greatly alleviate his own; and he really seemed to recruit considerably, for the first few weeks after we came thither. He even summoned resolution, in the month of June, to attend a meeting of the gentlemen of the neighbouring district, at Skipton, eleven miles distant, to consider of the best means that could be devised, for the relief of the country, and to appoint new magistrates. In July, my mother was obliged to go to Catterick on business; and on the 21st of that month, as we were sitting at dinner, he was seized with an excruciating pain in his head, the knife and fork dropped from his hands; he soon became insensible; was unable to speak afterwards, and expired the following day, in the 58th year of his age.

An express was dispatched for my mother, which met her on the road as she was returning; and she received the afflicting intelligence, with her wonted resignation and fortitude. For my own part, although I loved my father, and respected him still more, yet so unceasing for several years, had been our anxiety, and apprehension on his account, that after the first shock was over, my mind felt relieved from a weight that had long been most painfully oppressive; and, although I was well aware of the loss we had sustained, and foresaw that we should have many difficulties to encounter, and many privations to suffer; yet, did the cheerful spirits of inexperienced youth soon recover their natural tone, and I looked forward with hope and confidence to happier days and less sombre scenes.

Forgive me, my father, if I did not at that time, duly appreciate thy value; if I did not fully comprehend thy honoured character, or love thee for thine own sake, with all the tenderness with which I should at this moment love thee, couldst thou again be manifested to me!

He was interred in the church at Long Preston, within the rails of the communion-table, and a brass plate, fixed on the flag, under which his remains are deposited, has the following short, but appropriate inscription, written by Mr. Watson, then upon a visit at Long Preston.

TO THE MEMORY OF

JEREMIAH HARRISON, M. A.

MINISTER OF THIS PARISH TWENTY-TWO YEARS,
AND OF CATTERICK FIFTEEN.

AN ABLE AND CONSCIENTIOUS PASTOR,

A STEADY AND ACTIVE MAGISTRATE,

A FIRM AND BENEVOLENT FRIEND.
HE DIED JULY 22, 1763,

AGED 57.

As soon as our affairs could be adjusted at Long Preston, we returned to Catterick, where we were met by my brother, then in his third year at Cambridge, and who was coming to spend the vacation at home.

There were several candidates for the living of Catterick; but the successful one was the rev. Theophilus Lindsey, who exchanged for it, a living in Dorsetshire, formerly given to him by the Earl of Huntingdon, and which in fact, was of greater value; but having three years before, married Miss Elsworth, the daughter-in-law of Archdeacon Blackburne, of Richmond, he wished on her account principally, to remove into Yorkshire, that she might be nearer to her relations and friends; and particularly to the Archdeacon, of whose talents and character, he had formed a very high idea. With Mrs. Lindsey, I had been very early acquainted. She was the only one among my young associates, from whom I could possibly gain any improvement; but as she was four years older than myself, I was hardly competent to be a companion to her, previous to her marriage in 1760, at twenty years of age; and

afterwards, her immediate removal to so distant a part of the island, had greatly interrupted our opening friendship.

On investigating our pecuniary affairs, they did not appear prosperous. My father had left me a small estate, which he had purchased in Craven, subject to an annuity payable out of it to my brother, during the life of my mother; the greater part of the remainder of his property, which would eventually devolve upon my brother, being settled upon her as her jointure. He had yet another year to spend at Cambridge, before he could take a bachelor's degree, or go into orders; and he had no other means of defraying the expence, than by borrowing the money upon a small portion of my father's estate, which devolved to him immediately. My mother, being very anxious to assist him, although she wished to retire to a cottage of her own, as best suited to the tone of her spirits, yet consented to spend the ensuing winter in the family of her brother, in the West-riding of Yorkshire; and it was arranged that I was to go to Nostel, the seat of Sir Rowland Winn, my mother's first cousin, which was only three miles distant from the house of my uncle. Nothing could be more acceptable to me than this arrangement. I should see my mother frequently; I had repeatedly made visits of some weeks at Nostel, and had always been received there with the greatest kindness by the worthy proprietor, who had been the intimate friend of my father, as well as the near relation of my mother; I was also much attached to his three unmarried

daughters, the oldest of whom presided as mistress of his family, and had particularly honoured me by her notice and friendship, notwithstanding she was nine years older than myself. I shall digress a little, in order to describe the hospitable style of ancient splendour, which prevailed in this friendly mansion, and at the same time, to pay a small tribute of affection and gratitude to the memory of one, who was generally and deservedly honoured and esteemed.

CHAPTER 11.

Splendour and hospitality of Nostel....Venerable character of its owner..... .Miserable contrast in that of his son.... State of the family, when the Author became an inmate... Fascinating appearance of the son's lady....Treatment of the Author....Its termination.

SIR ROWLAND, the second of the family who had borne that name, was at that time between fifty and sixty years of age, and had been a widower many years. His manner of living was not wholly dissimilar to that of an English baron, in ancient times, and was at once impressive of awe by its magnificence, and of respect, by the general happiness it appeared to diffuse. The splendid mansion, situated in an extensive park, approached by a long avenue of trees, and sheltered on the north-east by a wood of stately oaks, which had firmly withstood the winter blasts of successive centuries, had all the grandeur, without the terrific gloom of the ancient Gothic castle,

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