Though, according to report, Pitt was not the man to overlook rising talent or lose sight of a useful adherent, eight years elapsed before much came of this singular introduction; during which the young barrister published two books or pamphlets on the Laws of Nations, married a sister of Lady Mulgrave, and was slowly working his way at the bar.  In 1802, Pitt, in a stiff enough letter, offered Mr. Ward a seat for Cockermouth, one of the Lowther boroughs; and when he returned to power, his protege became Under-Secretary of State for the Foreign Department, (his brother-in-law, Lord Mulgrave, being Principal Secretary,) after he had published a pamphlet in justification of Pitt’s highhanded seizure of the Spanish treasure-ships.  Of course he went out on the accession of All the Talents after Pitt’s death; and came in again on their expulsion, as a Lord of the Admiralty, still under Lord Mulgrave.  In 1812, he was moved to the Ordnance, as “Clerk.”  In 1823, he quitted office, withdrew from Parliament, and began novel-writing as an amusement, at fifty-eight.  He died in 1846, in his eighty-second year; having lived long enough to see his son, the present Lord High Commissioner of the Ionian Islands, Secretary to the Admiralty under a Whig Ministry.  He was thrice married, and each time advantageously.  His first wife, as we have seen, was a sister-in-law of Lord Mulgrave; the second, whom he wedded at the age of sixty-three, was the widow of Mr. Plumer of Gilston Park, which became his through the marriage; his third alliance, when he was nearly seventy, gave him the advantage of a jointure of 1,000l. per annum allowance as guardian, and a couple of mansions.  His writings would lead to the notion that Robert Ward was everything tender and amiable; and so he might be as long as he was pleased; but he would seem to have had a quiet implacability, that was offended on slight grounds, and obdurate in displeasure.  He quarreled with his son on account of his politics:  he received some slight from an official friend and repulsed all attempts at explanation, till a letter written when Ward was seventy-two and his correspondent turned of seventy produced a reconciliation rather dry on his part.  It would have been satisfactory to know that some relenting, some interest beyond a “suspicion” of the writer, had been shown on the receipt of the following manly letter, written after the publication of De Vere.  After alluding to the internal traits by which he had identified the author, the anonymous correspondent continues: