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at his own village of Stoke; and there were members of it two Baronets, beſides himſelf, Sir Cordwell Firebraſs,' and Sir John Barnardſton. — The reckoning to theſe congenial ſouls was always an object of inveſtigation — as they were one day ſettling this difficult point, an odd fellow, who was a member, called out to a friend that was paſſing, For Heaven's ſake ſtep upſtairs, and aſſiſt the poor! Here are three Baronets, worth a million of money, quarrelling about a farthing!
After Sir Harvey's death the only tear dropped on his grave, fell from the eye of his ſervant, who had long and faithfully atttended him.—Tο that ſervant he bequeathed a farm of 50 l. per annum, to him and to his heirs.
In the chaſtity and abſtinence of his life, Sir Harvey Elwes was a rival to Sir Iſaac Newton, for he would have held it unpardonable to have given--even his affections; and, as he ſaw no lady whatever, he had but little chance of bartering matrimonially for money.
When he died, he lay in ſtate, ſuch as it was, at his ſeat at Stoke. — Some of the tenants obſerved, with more humour than decency, that it was well Sir Harry could not ſee it — his fortune, which had become immenſe, fell to his nephew Mr. Meggot, who, by will, was ordered to aſſume the name and arms of Elwes — Thus lived, and thus died, the Uncle of old Mr Elwes, whoſe poſſeſions, at the time of his death, were ſuppoſed to be at leaſt two hundred and fifty thouſand pounds; and whoſe
