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266<br />

1785. Nov. 1. <strong>The</strong> attorneys' tax of 3 guineas per annum took<br />

place, and to have certificates for practicing.<br />

1785. Nov. 1. Mrs. Stockdale, wife of the Rev. Mr. Stockdale,<br />

unexpectedly came to Lesbury by shiping to Alemouth from London.<br />

1785. Nov. 18. N[ichoh\s] B[rown] had a severe fit of the<br />

rheumatism, an acute jDain for 16 liours.<br />

With other issue she had four sons, Thomas, WilUam, Charles, a physician in<br />

Newcastle, and Nicholas, D.D. , also three daughters, Barbara, who married her<br />

kinsman Alexander Brown of Doxford, Jane and Martha, both of whom died<br />

unmarried.<br />

'<br />

Percival Stockdale (1736-1811), vicar of Lesbury and Long Houghton,<br />

after living apart from his wife was hoaxed by a communication announcing her<br />

death.<br />

<strong>The</strong> following letters, from the collection of Dr. C. C. Burman of Alnwick,<br />

supplement the statement in the text :—<br />

To 'Mr. Loggen, attorney at law. No. 83, Basinghall Street, London.'<br />

My dear Sir. I am in great anguish of mind ; but am endeavouring, as much<br />

as I can, not to forget my necessary interest. Distraction of grief is prejudicial<br />

to the living and alas ! unavailing to tlie dead. I have lost my wife ; an excellent<br />

woman of whom I was not worthy !<br />

My reliance on j-our goodness and regard<br />

for me makes me presume much on that goodness and that regard : Mill you be<br />

pleased not to lose any time, after reading this letter which I am going to copy<br />

for your perusal : will you repair to Gower Street, and if there should be any<br />

impossibility of Mr. Kettle's acting for me agreeably to the tenour of the following<br />

letter, will you generously fulfill it, and let me hear from you very soon,<br />

and completely, on its contents. I ever am most affectionately and respectfully<br />

&c. Percival Stockdale.<br />

Lesbury near Alnwick, Northumberland, Oct. 28, 1785.<br />

To the same.<br />

My dear Sir. My sincere heart thanks you for your paequet of the 5th and<br />

for all your generous attention to the most unfortunate of men. Mrs.<br />

Stockdale 's most unexpected and violent and most unjustifiable invasion of me<br />

has almost distracted me : in short it ruins me in my native <strong>country</strong>, and is<br />

•almost equal to the depriving me of both the livings. She had repeatedh' proposed<br />

to come hither and I wrote strongly, and perseveringly against the<br />

proposal. I told her that I would rather sacrifice ten thousand existences than<br />

live with her here. She had repeatedly promised, after I had made over to her<br />

£50 a year (vested it in trust, it was all that I had, and I was totally un-<br />

€stablished) she had repeatedly promised that she %^ould never molest me<br />

:<br />

— yet<br />

I am<br />

'<br />

as sorry for her misery as for my own I Oh I Sensibility ! I now feel all<br />

thy agonies.'<br />

You may be assured my good friend that I am not at present in<br />

a tone of mind to be an advocate for the good effects of extreme susceptibility of<br />

cons' itution.<br />

I have had great difficulties to surmount, and I had almost surmounted<br />

them all. <strong>The</strong> qualifications necessary for the holding of my two livings, and<br />

furniture and necessary repairs had cost me about £300. I was going to sit<br />

down quietly here, for the sake of my literary fame and for the honour of my<br />

integrity ; I had Ijegun to plan my tragedy ; I was planning in the verj^<br />

moment when my wife entered my parlour, and when I was certain that she<br />

was a corpse in London. But now all my laudable prospects and exertions are<br />

dashed to pieces ; and I have not the least glimmering here of happiness but in<br />

flying to some propitious spot where it will not be in the power of my evil geniiis<br />

to reach me. I should deem the person my greatest enemy, who would insult<br />

and torment my feelings by desiring me to live with her.<br />

As soon as I can give order to confusion I shall set off for London. What<br />

an unhappy romantick character am I I Though I am now on_ the very

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