1723, when the title, and greater part of the fortune, reverted to his cousin,

SIR THOMAS, fourth baronet, grandson of Sir William, the first baronet, through his fourth son, Thomas Wilson, Esq., by Anne, daughter of George Courthorpe, Esq., of Wadhurst, in Sussex. Sir Thomas espoused Elizabeth, daughter of Mr. William Hutchinson, of Uckfield, in Sussex, and by her had two sons,

Edward, his successor,

Thomas, who inherited at the decease of his brother. Sir Thomas died 6th October 1759, and was succeeded by his elder son,

SIR EDWARD WILSON, fifth baronet. This gentleman, who was a fellow of the Antiquarian Society, died unmarried 1st of June 1760, when the title devolved upon his brother,

SIR THOMAS SPENCER, sixth baronet, a lieutenantgeneral in the army, and colonel of the 50th regiment of foot. Sir Thomas entered the army early in life, and was wounded at the battle of Laval, in Flanders. He was one of the officers who received from Prince Ferdinand a public expression of thanks for the valour they displayed at the battle of Minden. Sir Thomas married in June, 1767, Jane, only daughter and heir of John Badger Weller, Esq., of Hornchurch, in Essex, by whom he had issue,

Thomas Maryon, his successor.
Maria, of whom presently.

Margaretta Elizabeth, married 1st of March, 1787,
to Charles George, present Lord Arden.

Jane, married first, in August 1790, to the Right Hon. Spencer Perceval (assassinated in 1812), by whom she had several children; and secondly,

in 1815, to Lieutenant-Colonel Sir Henry Carr, K.C.B.

Sir Thomas died in 1798, and was succeeded by his only son,

SIR THOMAS MARYON, seventh baronet. This gentleman married in Oct. 1799, Elizabeth, daughter of Capt. James Smith, R.N., and dying 22nd July, 1821, was succeeded by his eldest son, Sir THOMAS MARYON, eighth and present baronet.

The eldest daughter of Sir Thomas Spencer, the sixth baronet, MARIA, was married, in August 1791, to SIR JOHN TREVELYAN, baronet, of Nettlecombe, in the county of Somerset.

SONNET.

BY SIR EGERTON BRYDGES.

WHO lives upon the past, who sets his gaze
Upon th' ideal, of an order is

Above mere human texture ;-not to him
The pressure of man's wrong or scorn is death,
Or woe - he walks untouched amid the blaze
Of mortal conflagration :-he can kiss
The rod that scourges him; and in the dim
Mists of surrounding danger he can breathe
Freely and calmly :-round about his ways

Bright lamps unseen by others cast their rays:
He hears sweet songs of spirits in the wind;
On gold-fringed clouds angelic shapes he sees ;
On velvet lawns are fairy shapes design'd,
And elves unearthly dance beneath the trees!

YOU CAN'T MARRY YOUR GRAND

MOTHER!

BY T. HAYNES BAYLY, ESQ.

THE most wretched of children is the spoiled childthe pet who is under no subjection, and who gets all the trash for which his little mouth waters. "Tis he who bumps his head, in the act of going somewhere he was forbidden by papa to approach; and 'tis he whose little stomach aches considerably in consequence of eating too many sweet things, coaxed out of the cupboard of a fond but injudicious mamma.

Spoil the boy, and what are we to expect of the man? Will the dog be well-behaved, which was let to go his own way when a puppy? Will the steed be steady in harness, if, when a colt, no care was taken of it. The spoiled boy inevitably becomes the wilful man, and with the wilfulness comes discontent.

Unfortunately, those who have always been accustomed to find others yield to them, and to have their own way, become habitually selfish, and utterly regardless of the feelings and wishes of those about them. Self-gratification is naturally the first wish of the child; but it is the fault of parents, if, by injudicious indulgence, the man is led to anticipate that, as everybody yielded to him in boyhood, everybody must yield in after-life. Frederick Fairleigh was the spoiled child of his family,

the youngest of three children, and the only boy. He was the pet of both father and mother, and being lively, intelligent, and good-looking, he soon became a favourite. Spoiled in infancy, he was unmanageable in boyhood, and wilful and self-sufficient in the early days of maturity. Master Frederick having been used to his own way, it was not likely that Mr. Frederick would voluntarily relinquish so agreeable a privilege. At college, therefore, he continued and matured the habit of idleness, which had been censured, but never sufficiently corrected at school.

"As for study, he never got further than stud," and was much more frequently seen in a scarlet-hunting-coat than in his sombre academic costume. The idle man at Oxford during term-time is not likely to do much good at home during the vacation.-Frederick Fairleigh did none. Ere he ceased to be in years a boy, he became what is termed a "lady's man," flirting with all the pretty girls he met, and encouraged to flirt by many a married dame old enough to be his mother. Petted and spoiled by everybody, Frederick became the especial favourite of his grandfather, Sir Peter Fairleigh, and spent much more of his time at Oakley Park than at his father's house.

Before young Fairleigh was one-and-twenty his father died, and being then the immediate heir to Sir Peter's baronetcy and estates, he naturally became a greater favourite than ever. One precept the old gentleman was perpetually preaching to his grandson: he advocated an early marriage, and the more evidently the youth fluttered butterfly fashion, from flower to flower, enjoying the present without a thought of the future, the more strenuously did old Sir Peter urge the point.

The spoiled child had no notion of relinquishing old privileges: he still had his own way, still flirted with all the pretty girls in the neighbourhood, and thinking only of himself, and the enjoyment of the moment, never dreamt of the pain he might inflict on some, who, viewing his attentions in a serious light, might keenly suffer in secret when they saw those attentions transferred to another.

He was five-and-twenty when he first met Maria Denman, the richest heiress and the prettiest girl of the country; and when the old Baronet saw the handsome pair rambling together all the morning, and sitting together in corners at night, he secretly exulted in the probable realisation of one of his fondest hopes-the union of his pet grandson with his fair favourite, Maria. There could be no misunderstanding his attentions: there was indeed a tacit understanding between the young couple; but Frederick Fairleigh certainly never had in so many words distinctly said, "Maria, will you marry me?" Months flew away, two years had already elapsed, and though Frederick certainly seemed attached to Maria, yet, when other pretty people came in his way, he still flirted in a manner not quite justifiable in one who had a serious attachment, nay almost an engagement, elsewhere.

Poor Sir Peter did not manage matters well; indeed, with the best intentions in the world, he made them worse. It was not likely that one who had never been accustomed to opposition should all at once obey the dictation of a grandfather. Opposition to the match would immediately have brought matters to the desired point for Frederick, though not quite aware of it himself, devotedly loved the fair Maria. But she, like the