scription placed over his remains concludes with this quaint intimation -
'By a base man my life I lost !'
"The brother officers of Lieutenant Peat, apprehensive that an attempt might be made to assassinate him, recommended his removal to some other part of the coast ; but regardless of threats, he not only resolved to maintain his ground, but plunged deeper into danger by going to reside at Folkestone, where the whole population entertained feelings of bitter hostility against him. The consequences were nearly such as had been anticipated . Going through some lonely marshes on a dark night, attended by a trusty quartermaster, Lieutenant Peat detected an ambuscade of armed smugglers, one of whom he fearlessly seized, when a volley was discharged , which killed the quartermaster, and badly wounded the lieutenant. The latter, knowing that no mercy would be shown towards him, had the presence of mind to feign death by lying motionless, when he overheard his assailants coolly discussing the question as to whether they should fire another volley at his body or not, one of them declaring that Peat had more lives than a cat,' and would certainly recover if they did not make sure work. Thus urged, the smugglers deliberately reloaded their muskets, fired another volley at their prostrate enemy, and fled, leaving Lieutenant Peat still alive, but with -
