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Captain Humphries, shortly afterwards, falling in with the Chesapeake, hailed to say that he had a message from the British commander-in-chief. To this the American commodore, Barron, replied, "Send it on board I will heave to." On the arrival of the Leopard's lieutenant on board the Chesapeake, Commodore Barron declared that he had no such men on board as were described.
Decatur's second was Captain Bainbridge, at a later day a distinguished admiral in our navy. As they took their places at the deadly range, Barron said, "I hope on meeting in another world we will be better friends than in this." To which Decatur replied, "I have never been your enemy, sir." At the word both pistols were discharged, making but a single report. Both combatants fell.
And two days later the first anonymous letter in the Meynell case was posted in Markborough, and duly delivered the following morning to an address in Upcote Minor. "What on earth can Henry Barron desire a private interview with me about?" said Hugh Flaxman looking up from his letters, as he and his wife sat together after breakfast in Mrs. Flaxman's sitting-room.
How that sister of hers bullies her horrid little woman! And Mr. Barron!" Flaxman made an exclamation "and the deaf daughter and the nice elder son and the unpresentable younger one in fact the whole menagerie." Flaxman shrugged his shoulders. "A few others, I hope, to act as buffers." "Heaps!" said Rose. "I have asked half the neighbourhood our first big party.
With a hasty movement, he lifted the long envelope and broke the seal. Inside was a document headed, "A Confession." And at the foot of it appeared a signature "Maurice Barron." Meynell put the two things together the "confession" and the anonymous letter. Very soon he began to compare word with word and stroke with stroke, gradually penetrating the disguise of the later handwriting.
Barron hesitated again, then evidently found the controversial temptation too strong. He plunged headlong into a great gulf of cloudy argument, with the big word "authority" for theme. But he could find no foothold in the maze.
Rose laughed, and glanced at the girl sitting hidden behind the tea-table. "Oh, I had had quite enough of Mr. Barron. Mr. Meynell, have I ever introduced you to my niece?" "Oh, but we know each other!" said Meynell, eagerly. "We met first at Miss Puttenham's, a week ago and since then Miss Elsmere has been visiting a woman I know." "Indeed?"
The germ of this essay will be found in a letter to Barron Field, to whom the essay is addressed, of August 31, 1817. Barron Field was a son of Henry Field, apothecary to Christ's Hospital. His brother, Francis John Field, through whom Lamb probably came to know Barron, was a clerk in the India House. Barron Field was associated with Lamb on Leigh Hunt's Reflector in 1810-1812.
Everybody sang praises, and Barron nodded warm approval, but said nothing until challenged. "Now, find the faults, then tell me what's good," said the gigantic painter. He stood there, burly, hearty, physically splendid the man of all others in that throng who might have been pointed to as the creator of the solemn gray picture before them.
And as for these vile letters that are going round I'd give my right hand to know the man who wrote them! and the story that you, sir" he pointed again to Barron "say you took from poor Judith Sabin when her mind was clouded and she near her end why, it's base minds that harbour base thoughts about their betters! He shall be no friend of mine that I know that spreads these tales.
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