years since at humble lodgings in Ossulston Street.  Somers Town.  After his death, his wife, who was a native of the West Indies, and her son Oliver, returned thither.  Charles Goldsmith had in his possession a copy, from Sir Joshua Reynolds’s portrait of his brother; and I can vouch his resemblance to the picture was most striking.  Charles, like the poet, was a performer on the German flute, and, to use his own words, found it in the hour of adversity his best friend.  He only once, I have heard him say, saw Oliver in England, which was during his prosperity.

R. Roffe.

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RECOLLECTIONS OF THE LATE COLONEL MOLESWORTH PHILLIPS.

(From a Correspondent.)

Colonel Phillips was the last surviving person who accompanied Captain Cook in his last voyage of discovery to ascertain the practicability of a passage between the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, along the northern coast of America.  I was an inmate of his residence in Lambeth in the summer of 1828, for some few weeks, and during that period received many commissioned attentions, for he ever avoided meeting or seeing strangers.  He was invariably his own cook; slept but little, and seldom retired regularly to bed, but rested on a sofa, or chairs, as accident might dictate.  His employment chiefly consisted in turning fanciful devices at his lathe, but he seldom completed his designs:  however, I saw the model of a mausoleum dedicated to Napoleon, which evinced much taste and ingenuity.  His workshop at once intimated that its occupant was not abundantly gifted with the organ of order.  Plates, dishes, knives, forks, candlesticks, coats, hats, books, and mathematical instruments, lay in one confused mass, each enveloped with its portion of dust.  To attempt any thing like arrangement, was at once sacrilege in the estimation of the Colonel.  To summon his attendant he usually approached the stairs, and rang a small hand bell, accompanying it with his deep-toned voice with the words:  “Ahoy! ahoy! all hands ahoy!” His liquors, and tankards of ale he always drew up from the window of his room, to avoid intrusion, and in returning the empty pewters he would frequently take too sure an aim at the potboy’s head.  Then came a concert of “curses” and every association but amity.  The close of the scene was generally modified with something in the shape of a shilling, and the parties separated, mutually satisfied.  Colonel Phillips, during his residence in Ireland, was possessed of considerable property, but from what circumstance he suffered a reverse of fortune I am not informed; indeed, so unwilling was he to connect himself with bygone days that it was impossible to gather from him a clue to the active services he had given to the world.

Thus lived Colonel Molesworth Phillips, glorying in most of the eccentricities of human nature.  It is astonishing, considering the active part he took in society, that he should, towards the close of life, have secluded himself so entirely from the world, and those with whom he must have from circumstances have been associated.  Colonel Phillips might probably have survived some years longer, had he not fallen a victim to cholera.