new to business, he spoke in the closet just as he spoke in the House of Commons.  When he had harangued two hours, he looked at his watch, as he had been in the habit of looking at the clock opposite the Speaker’s chair, apologised for the length of his discourse, and then went on for an hour more.  The members of the House of Commons can cough an orator down, or can walk away to dinner; and they were by no means sparing in the use of these privileges when Grenville was on his legs.  But the poor young King had to endure all this eloquence with mournful civility.  To the end of his life he continued to talk with horror of Grenville’s orations.

About this time took place one of the most singular events in Pitt’s life.  There was a certain Sir William Pynsent, a Somersetshire baronet of Whig politics, who had been a Member of the House of Commons in the days of Queen Anne, and had retired to rural privacy when the Tory party, towards the end of her reign, obtained the ascendency in her councils.  His manners were eccentric.  His morals lay under very odious imputations.  But his fidelity to his political opinions was unalterable.  During fifty years of seclusion he continued to brood over the circumstances which had driven him from public life, the dismissal of the Whigs, the peace of Utrecht, the desertion of our allies.  He now thought that he perceived a close analogy between the well remembered events of his youth and the events which he had witnessed in extreme old age; between the disgrace of Marlborough and the disgrace of Pitt; between the elevation of Harley and the elevation of Bute; between the treaty negotiated by St. John and the treaty negotiated by Bedford; between the wrongs of the House of Austria in 1712 and the wrongs of the House of Brandenburgh in 1762.  This fancy took such possession of the old man’s mind that he determined to leave his whole property to Pitt.  In this way, Pitt unexpectedly came into possession of near three thousand pounds a year.  Nor could all the malice of his enemies find any ground for reproach in the transaction.  Nobody could call him a legacy-hunter.  Nobody could accuse him of seizing that to which others had a better claim.  For he had never in his life seen Sir William; and Sir William had left no relation so near as to be entitled to form any expectations respecting the estate.

The fortunes of Pitt seemed to flourish; but his health was worse than ever.  We cannot find that, during the session which began in January 1765, he once appeared in Parliament.  He remained some months in profound retirement at Hayes, his favourite villa, scarcely moving except from his armchair to his bed, and from his bed to his armchair, and often employing his wife as his amanuensis in his most confidential correspondence.  Some of his detractors whispered that his invisibility was to be ascribed quite as much to affectation as to gout.  In truth his character, high and splendid as it was, wanted simplicity.  With genius which