Catnach, his Mother, and Sister Julia the youngest, resided at 2, Monmouth Court, the old woman and Julia worked at a small hand press--I joined him about 1818--his father died before.--I understood Julia went astray--the Mother Died about 1826. Anne Ryle was the widow of an Officer: a Waterloo man--with one child--had a pension. Catnach had but little type, and no stock to speak of: he had a Sister at Portsea the wife of a mate of a ship in harbour, and kept a song-shop. His Mother lived with him 7 or 8 years.--I understand about the "Horses-heads." Cox and Kean, I forget except the title and chorus:-- COX _versus_ KEAN; OR LITTLE BREECHES. "With his ginger tail he did assail, and did the prize obtain, This Merry Little Wanton Bantam Cock of Drury Lane-- LITTLE BREECHES." Ann Stanton was tried for cutting the Cock's Head off there was no verses. As regards the Sausages, Catnach printed a few lines on a quarter-sheet, that caused a great uproar, he was taken to Bow Street. Catnach had six months. There was no verses, it was quickly done. He printed the life of Mother Cummins, of Dyot Street--now, George Street, and that was knocked into "pye" in quick sticks. There was a change after he went to Alnwick in Northumberland, where he carried a small press and printed the state of the poll every day, while there he took up his freedom.[2] He came home and printed "Cubitt's Treadmill":-- "And we're all treading, tread, tread, treading, And we're all treading at fam'd Brixton Mill." and kept going forward--retired and went to Barnet, left the business to James Paul and Ann Ryle. That is many years ago. I seldom go near the Seven Dials, perhaps once in 3, 4, 5, or six months. I remember many occurrances but 56 years is a long time, I have just entered my 77th year. Anything you require as far as I can I will send and remain, [Signature: Your Hum{ble} Servt John Morgan] Charles Hindley, Esq., 76, Rose Hill Terrace, Brighton. 1 Model Cottages, Little Ann's Lane, Great Peter Street, Westminster, London, S.W. _29th February, 1876._ Dear Sir:-- If I was to go back and think of passing events it would fill a volume. First in 1820--Catnach then being very poor--at the death of George the third, and the Duke of Kent he printed an Elegy: "Mourn, Britons mourn! Your sons deplore, Our royal Sovereign is now no more." Then comes the election for Westminster: Burdett, Hobhouse, and Lamb. He had a song:--