And the king shall enjoy his own again.’ “I asked him if he heard the Pretender speak; he replied-- ‘I only heard him ask, Is Sylvan there? on which some one answered, he is not here, please your royal highness, but he shall be sent for.’ ‘He meant to say _Sullivan_,’ continued Hampson, ‘but that was the way he called the name.’ He says that Captain Mac Donnell, when in Ireland, came to see him, and that he told the captain that Charley’s cockade was in his father’s house. “Hampson was brought into the Pretender’s presence by Colonel Kelly, of Roscommon, and Sir Thomas Sheridan, and that he, (Hampson) was then about fifty years old. He played in many Irish houses, among others, those of Lord de Courcey, Mr. Fortesque, Sir P. Belew, Squire Roche, and in the great towns, Dublin, Cork, &c., &c. Respecting all which he interspersed pleasant anecdotes with surprising gaiety and correctness; he mentioned many anecdotes of my grandfather and grand-aunt, at whose houses he used to be frequently. In fact, in this identical harper, whom you sent me to _survey_, I recognized an acquaintance, who, as soon as he found me out, seemed exhilarated at having an old friend of (what he called) ‘the old stock,’ in his poor cabin. He even mentioned many anecdotes of my own boyhood, which, though by me long forgotten, were accurately true. These things show the surprising power of his recollection at the age of one hundred and eight years. Since I saw him last, which was in 1787, the wen on the back of his head is greatly increased; it is now hanging over his neck and shoulders, nearly as large as his head, from which circumstance he derives his appellative, ‘the man with two heads.’ General Hart, who is an admirer of music, sent a limner lately to take a drawing of him, which cannot fail to be interesting, if it were only for the venerable expression of his meagre, blind countenance, and the symmetry of his tall, thin, but not debilitated person. I found him lying on his back in bed near the fire of his cabin; his family employed in the usual way; his harp under the bed-clothes, by which his face was covered also. When he heard my name he started up (being already dressed) and seemed rejoiced to hear the sound of my voice, which, he said, he began to recollect. He asked for my children, whom I brought to see him, and he felt them over and over;--then, with tones of great affection, he blessed _God_ that he had _seen_ four generations of the name, and ended by giving the children his blessing. He then tuned his old time-beaten harp, his solace and bed-fellow, and played with astonishing justness and good taste.