cards' play as long as ever thy might, till the pure pangs of death pulled their heart fro their play, and put them in the case they could not reckon their game. And then left them their gameners, and slily slunk away, and long was it not ere they galped up the ghost. And what game they came then to, that God knoweth and not I. I pray God it were good, but I fear it very sore." * * * *. THE CONFESSIONS OF H. F. V. H. DELAMORE, ESQ. (1821) SACKVILLE-STREET, _25th March, 1821_. Mr. Editor,--A correspondent in your last number,[41] blesses his stars, that he was never yet in the pillory; and, with a confidence which the uncertainty of mortal accidents but weakly justifies, goes on to predict that he never shall be. Twelve years ago, had a Sibyl prophesied to me, that I should live to be set in a worse place, I should have struck her for a lying beldam. There are degradations below that which he speaks of. [41] Elia:--Chapter on Ears. I come of a good stock, Mr. Editor. The Delamores are a race singularly tenacious of their honour; men who, in the language of Edmund Burke, feel a stain like a wound. My grand uncle died of a fit of the sullens for the disgrace of a public whipping at Westminster. He had not then attained his fourteenth year. Would I had died young! For more than five centuries, the current of our blood hath flowed unimpeachably. And must it stagnate now? Can a family be tainted backwards?--can posterity purchase disgrace for their progenitors?--or doth it derogate from the great Walter of our name, who received the sword of knighthood in Cressy field, that one of his descendants once sate * * * * * * * * * * *? Can an honour, fairly achieved in _quinto Edwardi Tertii_, be reversed by a slip _in quinquagesimo Georgii Tertii_?--how stands the law?--what _dictum_ doth the college deliver?--O Clarencieux! O Norroy! Can a reputation, gained by hard watchings on the cold ground, in a suit of mail, be impeached by hard watchings on the cold ground in other circumstances--was the endurance equal?--why is the guerdon so disproportionate? A priest mediated the ransom of the too valorous Reginald, of our house, captived in Lord Talbot's battles. It was a clergyman, who by his intercession abridged the period of my durance. Have you touched at my wrongs yet, Mr. Editor?--or must I be explicit as to my grievance? Hush, my heedless tongue. Something bids me--"Delamore, be ingenuous." Once then, and only once---- Star of my nativity, hide beneath a cloud, while I reveal it! Ancestors of Delamore, lie low in your wormy beds, that no posthumous hearing catch a sound! Let no eye look over thee, while thou shalt peruse it, reader! Once---- these legs, with Kent in the play, though for far less ennobling considerations, did wear "cruel garters."