And afterwards, in getting into the coach, the first words he said were, 'Well, my Lords, one person is _proposing_ this, and another is _supposing_ that, forgetting that there is One above us all who _disposes_ of everything, and on whom alone we depend.' The magnanimity, piety, and good sense of this, struck me most forcibly, and I shall never forget the words. "On our return home to St. James's, the mob was increased in Parliament Street and Whitehall, and when we came into the park, it was still greater. It was said that not less than 100,000 people were there, all of the worst and lowest sort. The scene opened, and the insulting abuse offered to his Majesty was what I can never think of but with horror, or ever forget what I felt, when they proceeded to throw stones into the coach, several of which hit the King, which he bore with signal patience, but not without sensible marks of indignation and resentment at the indignities offered to his person and office. The glasses were all broken to pieces, and in this situation we were during our passage through the park. The King took one of the stones out of the cuff of his coat, where it had lodged, and gave it to me, saying, 'I make you a present of this, as a mark of the civilities we have met with on our journey to-day.'"[270] [270] "Talk no more of the lucky escape of the _head_, From a flint so unluckily thrown, I think very diff'rent, with thousands indeed, 'Twas a lucky escape for the _stone_." _Epitaph on a Stone thrown at A Very Great Man, but which missed him._