es of his sixty or seventy years experience.
Among other things, he told me that Crabbe was nearly ruined by grief and vexation at the conduct of his wife for above seven years, at the end of which time she proved to be insane. . . . .
We dined with our friends the Edward Villiers', where we always enjoy ourselves, and where we always meet remarkable people.
Today there was a Mr. Lewis,
Afterwards Sir George Cornewall Lewis. evidently a very scholar-like person; Sir Edmund Head; Henry Taylor, the poet; and Mr. Stephen,
Afterwards Sir James Stephen. the real head of the Colonial Office, an uncommon man, son of Wilberforce's brother-in-law, the author of War in Disguise.
He is, I apprehend, very orthodox, and, what is better, very conscientious.
He told me that his father wrote the Frauds of Neutral Flags—which so annoyed us Americans, and brought out Mr. Madison in replywholly from the relations of the subject to the slave-trade; his purpose being to resist all attempts o
to the Bodleian, where I wished to make some researches and inquiries, and where he is himself employed on a manuscript of St. Chrysostom, and presented me to Dr. Bandinel, the principal librarian.
I was struck with the name, and found he is of an Italian stock, and claims to be descended from Bandinelli, the Italian novelliereon volumes, is yet miserably deficient in Spanish literature. . . . . I was much disappointed, for I thought I should have found a great deal in odd corners; but Bandinel evidently had the whole collection by heart, just as Von Praet used to have the Royal Library at Paris, and he could find nothing really rare or valuable.
I wmet a brother of Denison, a man of fortune, who lives at Shotover,—Milton's Shotover,—Dr. McBride, Dr. Hawkins, and some others of the masters of colleges, and Dr. Bandinel.
It was a genuinely academic dinner, and things had much less the air of the world than they had at Cambridge, compared with which, no doubt, Oxford is a very
