"and complains that his wounds were long neglected, "after he was made prisoner."

He found himself a great "lion" on his arrival in London; he was loaded with presents by the ladies, all of which, if of value, he returned to the donors. A ring which the Duchess of Devonshire put on his finger, he gave to Mrs. General White. With gaping wounds, unable to walk, and with a mind ill at ease, he did not care for nor enjoy the festivities of the great and gay, of the world of fashion.

He hurried away from worldly London, and the glare and gorgeousness of "Lion-hunters," to seek for a time rest and quiet comfort in the house of an old friend (an uncle of Mrs. General White), Elias Vanderhorst, formerly of South Carolina, who lived in Bristol. (See Appendix B.)

"On the Polish Chief's visit to the city becoming known (I quote from the chronicles of that day), the Sheriffs and Colonel Sir George Thomas, commanding a regiment of Dragoons in the vicinity, went out with all the military in procession to meet him, and give him an honored welcome to Bristol. Crowds of the neighboring

gentry, in carriages or on horseback, thronged the cavalcade, in which was Rufus King, the United States Minister and Colonel Trumbull, the soldier painter and compeer of Kosciuszko. On each day while

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Kosciuszko remained in Bristol, crowds of enthusiastic visitants congregated in the square to catch a glimpse of the Polish Hero.

"Colonel Thomas sent each night his military band to the hall of Mr. Vanderhorst, to regale the honor oppressed invalid, with martial airs from every land where a soldier's banner had waved. Kosciuszko was received on the 7th of June, 1797, at the superb mansion in Queen's Square,, in the open arms of his old friend, Mr. Vanderhorst, and the blushingly presented cheeks of his two lovely daughters. Kosciuszko spent a week with his friend, a week heavily laden with attentions, and then, from the state of his unhealed wounds, he was obliged to be carried to the quay in a 'Sedan chair,' surrounded by British officers (in uniform, carrying their helmets), and followed by Mr. Vanderhorst and a host of the hero's admiring friends, to the waters' edge. There he was placed on a large and well-manned boat, and there the welcomed guest took a grateful leave of the friends who were his escort.

"As the boat with its precious burden glided into the stream, all heads were uncovered, all handkerchiefs and hats were waved, and from cliff to cliff, the rocks of St. Vincent were made to resound with the brave cheers that came from warm-hearted friends.

"All along the river, as the barge proceeded down, it was met by pretty skiffs from each of the many beauti