After having been Bishop of Chester for many years, in which interval he used laughingly to say, he had never interest enough to procure a good Cheshire cheese, he was appointed to the Bishopric of London, not only without any solicitation on his own part, or on that of his friends, but without the most remote expectation of such an event. He was sitting after tea in the garden with Mrs. Porteus, at his favourite place of retirement in Kent, when a letter arrived from Mr. Pitt, notifying the appointment. Notwithstanding the obligation which he always avowed to the Queen, whose Bishop he was customarily, and perhaps not improperly called, he certainly, on one occasion at least, had the firmness to refuse compliance with a Royal recommendation, in favour of an individual, who was not in his judgment adequate to fulfil the duties of the situation required. Much more was said in the Manuscript on the subject of this excellent personage, but as it appeared to be rather expressive of private feeling and individual attachment, than to comprehend further and interesting anecdotes, it is here omitted. END OF VOL. I. _Printed by R. & R. Gilbert, St. John’s Square, London._ FOOTNOTES [1] It must not be forgotten that this was long since written. [2] In allusion to the Bacchanalian women, who struck every one they met with a Thyrsus;—oppose them, they will hit the oftener. [3] _Aliter._ Leave in the sacred retreats of science some shelter to wise and good men, disgusted with the view of surrounding crimes, and alarmed at the prospect of impending woes. _Or thus_, Leave some shelter to the contemplative scholar and the dispassionate philosophist. [4] It is to be remembered that these memoranda were written in some situation remote from the metropolis, and some time after the Sexagenarian had lived in obscure retirement. [5] The reader is again reminded, that the manuscript which speaks thus, was written many years since.