Among members I see names of Hogarth and Sandwich. Later the number of members was increased. Following address presented with a silver cigar-case, which bore the inscription:-- “That he may keep us in his mind who lives in our hearts, this case is presented to our brother Henry Frederick Stephenson, by the hand of his Royal brother, the Duke of Sussex, in his and our names, in grateful remembrance of his services. December 4, 1824. Charles Morris. John Richards. Richard Wilson. His Royal Highness the Duke of Sussex. Samuel James Arnold. William Linley. W. J. Denison, M.P. Henry Brougham (Lord High Chancellor). Arthur Morris. Thomas Lewin. Sir Matthew Wood, M.P. General Sir Ronald Ferguson, M.P. William Henry Whitbread, M.P. James Lonsdale. Earl of Suffolk. Honble. Admiral G. Dundas. W. P. Honeywood. Colonel Thomas Wildman. Robert Chaloner. The Duke of Leinster. Sir John Cam Hobhouse, M.P. (Lord Broughton).” During visits to the Beefsteak Club I made acquaintances which lasted many years. [Sidenote: October, November.] I naturally clung to T. P. Cooke; after a while I drew from him more about himself. He was the son of a doctor, born in 1786; ten years after he was in the _Brazen_, 26, at the siege of Toulon, and at thirteen years of age was at the battle of St. Vincent. In 1804 he played “Nelson” at Astley’s. I wonder if Nelson ever saw him. After playing in “Black-eyed Susan” a hundred times at the Surrey, he went to Covent Garden, where I found him when I returned from sea. I was present at his last performance on the stage as “William.” Vauxhall was another agreeable meet; we generally went there by boat. The Surrey Theatre was same side of the water, where “Black-eyed Susan” was playing. [Sidenote: November.] Sir Richard Bulkeley had kindly offered me the use of his stud at Melton. Wishing to see Edward Digby, now quartered with the 9th Lancers, I booked for Nottingham instead of Leicester. Digby found me quarters in barracks. The 9th was then, and always has been, a smart regiment, and my friend, just of age, was, in his stable costume, as fine a specimen of a man as could well be seen. Among the good fellows there were Captain Porter, Lieutenant Hope Grant, and Cornet Jack Spalding, the greatest dandy I ever saw, and when William IV. shaved the cavalry he left his pet regiment, rather than part with his moustache. [Sidenote: November, December.]