BIBL 1853 ARTS 7:30 ROGER STERNE, (grandfon to Archbishop Sterne) Lieutenant in Handafide'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, who was a noted futler in Flanders, in Queen Anne's wars, where my father married his wife's daughter (N. B. he was in debt to him) which was in September 25, 1711, Old Stile. This Nuttle had a fon by my grandmother a fine perfon of a man but a gracelefs whelp-what became of him I know not. The family (if any left), live" now а at Clonmel in the fouth of Ireland, at which town I was born November 24th, 1713, a few days after my mother arrived from Dunkirk. - My birth-day birth-day was ominous to my poor father, who was, the day after our arrival, with many other brave officers broke and fent 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 tenth, one thousand feven hundred and twelve, New Stile. This child was most unfortunate she married one Weemans in Dublin who used her most unmercifully fpent his fubftance, became a bankrupt, and left my poor fifter 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 country, and died of a broken heart. She was a moft beautiful woman- - of a fine figure, and deferved a better fate. The regiment, in which my father ferved, being broke, he left Ireland as foon as I was able to be carried, with the reft of his family, and came to the family feat at Elvington, near York, where his mother lived. She was daughter to Sir Roger Jaques, and an heiress. There we fojourned for about ten months, when the regiment was established, and our houshold decamped with bag and baggage for Dublin within a month of our arrival, my father left us, being ordered to Exeter, where, in a fad 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 fent 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 efcape from being caft away by a leak springing up in the vessel. At length, after many perils, and struggles, we got to Dublin. There my father took a large house, furnished it, and in a year and a half's time spent a great deal of money. - In the year one thousand seven hundred and nineteen, all unhing'd again; the regiment was ordered, with many others, to the Isle of Wight, in order to embark for Spain in the Vigo expedition. We accompanied the regiment, and were driven into Milford Haven, but landed at Bristol, from thence by land to Plymouth again, and to the Isle of Wight where I remember we stayed encamped fome time before the embarkation of the troops (in this |