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associate. This he himself furnished by the famous North Briton, No.
45. That paper may now seem, to those who read it, a not very powerful,
and not very daring diatribe. But the times were inflammable--the
nation was frantic with rage at the peace--the ministry were young, and
willing to flesh their new-got power in some victim or other; and
Wilkes, in this paper, had now exposed himself to their fury. Warrants
were instantly issued to arrest him and Churchill, as well as the
publishers and printers. Wilkes was newly arrested when Churchill
walked into his room. Knowing that his friend's name was also in the
warrant, he adroitly said to Churchill, "Good morrow, Mr Thomson;
how is Mrs Thomson to-day; does _she dine in the country?_" The poet
took the hint--said that she was waiting on him--took his leave, and
retired to the country accordingly.
Immediately after occurred the controversy between Hogarth and our
poet. While Wilkes's case was being tried, and Chief-Justice Pratt,
afterwards Lord Camden, was about to give the memorable decision in
favour of the accused, and in condemnation of general warrants,
Hogarth was sitting in the court, and immortalising Wilkes's villanous
squint upon the canvas. In July 1763, Churchill avenged his friend's
quarrel by the savage personalities of his "Epistle to William Hogarth."
Here, while lauding highly the painter's genius, he denounces his vanity,
his envy, and makes an unmanly and brutal attack on his supposed
dotage. Hogarth, within a month, replied by caricaturing Churchill as a
bear with torn clerical bands, paws in ruffles, a pot of porter in his right
hand, and a knot of LIES and North Britons in his left. Churchill
threatened him with a renewed and severer assault in the shape of an
elegy, but was dissuaded from it by his mistress.
This was Miss Carr, daughter of a respectable sculptor in Westminster,
whom Churchill had seduced. After a fortnight they were both struck
with remorse, agreed to separate, and, through the intercession of a
friend, the young lady was restored to her parents. Rendered miserable,
however, by the taunts of an elder sister, she, in absolute despair, cast
herself again on Churchill's protection, and they remained together till
his death. In his letters we find him, during one of his sober intervals,
living quietly with her in Richmond. In "The Conference," he makes

some allusions to this unhappy affair, and discovers the spirit, if not of
true penitence, certainly of keen remorse, and strong self-crimination.
In the autumn of 1763 he became the comforter of his friend, Lloyd, in
the Fleet, supported him in confinement, and opened a subscription for
the discharge of his heavy debts, which, owing to the backwardness of
others, proved of little service.
Toward the close of this year, the North Briton was ordered to be burnt
by the common hangman; and, on the motion of Lord Sandwich,
Wilkes was handed over for prosecution, for his infamous "Essay on
Woman," a parody on Pope's "Essay on Man"--(one Kidgell, a
clergyman, had stolen a copy, and informed the Government.) Lord
Sandwich was backed by Warburton; and the result was, Wilkes's
expulsion from the House of Commons, and his flight to France. He
had previously fought a duel with one Martin, an M.P., by whom he
was severely wounded. All this furnished Churchill with matter for his
"Duellist," which even Horace Walpole pronounced "glorious." In this
vigorous production, he mercilessly lashes Martin, Kidgell, Warburton,
and especially Sandwich. At this time he, too, purposed a retreat to
France--a country where his name was already so well known, that
when the Honourable Mr Churchill, the son of a general of the name,
was asked, in Paris, if he were Churchill, the famous poet, and replied
that he was not, the answer of the Frenchman was, "_So much the
worse for you._" His time, however, to visit that coast, destined to be
so fatal to him, was not yet quite come.
From Richmond he removed to Acton-Common, where he had a house
furnished with great elegance--"kept a post-chaise, saddle-horses, and
pointers--and fished, fowled, hunted, coursed, and lived in an easy
independent manner." There he continued his irregular but rapid and
energetic course of composition, pouring out poem after poem as if he
felt his time to be short, or as if he were spurred on by the secret stings
of misery and remorse. To "The Duellist" succeeded "The Author,"--a
poem more general and less poisoned with personalities than any of his
former. "Gotham," by far the most poetical of his works, came next.
When Lord Sandwich stood for the High-Stewardship of Cambridge,
Churchill's ancient grudge, as well as his itch for satire, revived, and he

improvised "The Candidate," a piece of hasty but terrible sarcasm.
With breathless and portentous rapidity