The life of which I am about to give some account to this Society cannot be called a literary one; of literary lives only it is perhaps the proper business of the Royal Society to record the particulars; but it has been in the practice of allowing a wider range to this customary notice of its deceased Members. Of the lives of such as were eminent in station or in usefulness, in abilities or in virtue, it has been accustomed to hear a narrative, which, though not important to learning, is interesting to humanity. Under this title, it will indulge me with a short account of the life of Lord Abercromby.