The portrait of the fair Marian hangs yet in the Gallery of Tappington; and near it is another, of a young man in the prime of life, whom Mrs. Botherby affirms to be that of her father. It exhibits a mild and rather melancholy countenance, with a high forehead, and the peaked beard and moustaches of the seventeenth century. The signet-finger of the left hand is gone, and appears, on close inspection, to have been painted out by some later artist; possibly in compliment to the tradition, which, _teste Botherby_, records that of Mr. Marsh to have gangrened, and to have undergone amputation at the knuckle-joint. If really the resemblance of the gentleman alluded to, it must have been taken at some period antecedent to his marriage. There is neither date nor painter's name; but, a little above the head, on the dexter side of the picture, is an escutcheon, bearing "Quarterly, Gules and Argent, in the first quarter a horse's head of the second;" beneath it are the words "_Ætatis suæ_ 26." On the opposite side is the following mark, which Mr. Simpkinson declares to be that of a Merchant of the Staple, and pretends to discover, in the monogram comprised in it, all the characters which compose the name of THOMAS MARSH, of MARSTON. [Illustration] Respect for the feelings of an honourable family,--nearly connected with the Ingoldsbys,--has induced me to veil the _real_ "sponsorial and patronymic appellations" of my next hero under a _sobriquet_ interfering neither with rhyme nor rhythm.[7] I shall merely add that every incident in the story bears, on the face of it, the stamp of veracity, and that many "persons of honour" in the county of Berks, who well recollected Sir George Rooke's expedition against Gibraltar, would, if they were now alive, gladly bear testimony to the truth of every syllable. FOOTNOTES: [7] Pack o' nonsense!--Every body as belongs to him is dead and gone--and every body knows that the poor young gentleman's real name wasn't _Sobriquet_ at all, but Hampden Pye, Esq., and that one of his uncles--or cousins--used to make verses about the king and the queen, and had a sack of money for doing it every year;--and that's his picture in the blue coat and little gold-laced cocked hat, that hangs on the stairs over the door of the passage that leads to the blue room.--_Sobriquet!_--but there!--The Squire wrote it after dinner! ELIZABETH BOTHERBY. LEGEND OF HAMILTON TIGHE. The Captain is walking his quarter-deck, With a troubled brow and a bended neck; One eye is down through the hatchway cast, The other turns up to the truck on the mast; Yet none of the crew may venture to hint "Our skipper hath gotten a sinister squint!"