SENTIMENTAL

JOURNEY

THROUGH

FRANCE AND ITALY.

BY

MR. YORICK.

A new Edition,

EMBELLISHEd with Two CARICATURE PRINTS,

BY ROWLANDSON.

LONDON:

PUBLISHED BY THOMAS TEGG, 111, CHEAPSIDE.

OF THE

LIFE AND FAMILY

OF

LAURENCE STERNE, A.M.

WRITTEN BY HIMSELF.

ROGER STERNE*, (grandson to archbishop Sterne) lieutenant in Handaside's regiment, was married to Agnes Hebert, widow of a captain of a good family: her family name was, I believe, Nuttle-though, upon recollection, that was the name of her father-in-law, wh was a noted sutler in Flanders, in queen Ann's wars, where my father married his wife's daughter, (N. B. he was in debt to him) which was on September 25, 1711, old style.—This Nuttle had a son by my grandmother-a fine person of a man, but a graceless whelp-what became of him I know not.-The family, (if any left) live now at Clonmel, in the south of Ireland, at which town I was born, November 24th, 1713, a few days after my mother arrived from Dunkirk.-My birth-day was ominous to my poor father, who was, the day after our arrival, with many other brave officers, broke,

* Mr. Sterne was descended from a family of that name in Suffolk, one of which settled in Nottinghamshire.

and sent adrift into the wide world, with a wife and two children-the elder of which was Mary; she was born at Lisle, in French Flanders, July the 10th, 1712, new style.This child was most unfortunate-She married one Weemans in Dublin-who used her most unmercifully-spent his substance, became a bankrupt, and left my poor sister to shift for herself, which she was able to do but for a few months, for she went to a friend's house in the conntry, and died of a broken heart. She was a most beautiful woman-of a fine figure, and deserved a better fate. -The regiment in which my father served being broke, he left Ireland as soon as I was able to be carried, with the rest of his family, and came to the family seat at Elvington, near York, where his mother lived. She was daughter to Sir Roger Jaques, and an heiress. There we sojourned for about ten months, when the regiment was established, and our household decamped with bag and baggage for Dublin.Within a month of our arrival, my father left us, being ordered to Exeter, where, in a sad winter my mother and her two children followed him, travelling from Liverpool by land to Plymouth. (Melancholy description of this journey, not necessary to be transmitted here.) In twelve months we were all sent back to Dublin. My mother, with three of us, (for she laid in at Plymouth of a boy, Joram) took ship at Bristol for Ireland, and had a narrow escape from being cast away by