quarrels between the Chevalier and his younger son, squabbles about money, squabbles among their friends in trying to reconcile them;――the Pope himself being mixed up in the turmoil, and getting such grateful return as usually falls to mortal mediators. The father and son were at vulgar loggerheads on the vulgar but important subject of money. Living together, each wished that the other should contribute more towards keeping up the household in as much royal state as could be had for the money. Each also wished the other to send away the confidential servants that other most wished to keep, and neither would yield. Subsequently, the London papers tell how the Cardinal went off in a great huff and princely state, and how he was received in the ‘Italian cities with guns, like a king’s son,’ as he was held to be. The ‘King,’ his father, is described as ‘greatly distressed, having always counted on the affection of his son.’ At another time came one of those scraps of news which always kept alive a feeling of hope in the bosoms of Jacobites. ‘The Grand Pretender’ had been for two hours in conference with the Pope, ‘on receipt of important despatches from his Eldest Son and Heir, Edward. The despatches are at present kept a secret.’ They were supposed to be favourable to something, for the younger son had promised to return. Probably some tears fell from soft Jacobite eyes in London, at reading that, as ‘the son tarried, the father stood patiently waiting for him, in the Hall of his House, and wept over him when he came.’ The good-natured Pope was almost as much touched. [Sidenote: _ROMAN NEWS IN LONDON PAPERS._] All the honours conferred on the Cardinal of York in Rome, and all the royal and solemn ceremonies which took place on the occasion, were duly reported in the London papers. The father seems to have been warmly desirous that dignities should be heaped on the younger son’s head. The cardinal affected, perhaps felt, reluctance. On his gracefully yielding, the ‘Grand Pretender’ made him a present of a set of horses. Reports of the death of Charles Edward had been ripe enough. The suspense was relieved when, in March, 1753, news reached London from Rome that the old Pretender had received letters from his son, with the information that the writer was well; but, says the ‘Weekly Journal,’ ‘the Chevalier de St. George don’t absolutely discover where his son is.’ That he had known of his son’s whereabout, from the first, is most certain; but he didn’t absolutely discover it to every enquirer. [Sidenote: _A SON OF ROB ROY._]