A short paragraph was devoted to his appearance in Parliament; and unfortunate Mr Romer was again held up for disgrace, for the thirtieth time, as having been the means of depriving our legislative councils of the great assistance of Sir Roger's experience.
"Sir Roger," said the biographer in his concluding passage, "was possessed of an iron frame; but even iron will yield to the repeated blows of the hammer.

In the latter years of his life he was known to overtask himself; and at length the body gave way, though the mind remained firm to the _last_.

The subject of this memoir was only fifty-nine when he was taken from us." And thus Sir Roger's life was written, while the tears were yet falling on his pillow at Boxall Hill.

It was a pity that a proof-sheet could not have been sent to him.

No man was vainer of his reputation, and it would have greatly gratified him to know that posterity was about to speak of him in such terms--to speak of him with a voice that would be audible for twenty-four hours.
Sir Roger made no further attempt to give counsel to his son.