Robarts was a prosperous London merchant and bank director, who had been given a total of £30,000 by his father.
My nephew is I think much the same, quite a cripple, and notwithstanding he has an excellent appetite, hardly gaining any strength. I do not from all I can make out believe his life to be in any danger, but I own I can now see no chance of his getting well till next spring. A disorder, however, which nobody pretends to understand may take a sudden favourable turn, particularly when there is youth to assist.Add. 51586.
He was given ‘very slender hopes of continuing’ to breathe in early November 1820, but he lingered for four more weeks until his death at his mother’s house in Lower Grosvenor Street.
I wish they had chosen some other object for their amusement than poor W. Robarts, because if, as is not improbable, the story of the apparition should find its way into the papers, it may give much pain to his mother and family. I know of no picture of him by which the old deception could have been practised.Add. 51586.
By his will, dated 21 June 1820, and proved under £80,000 (later revalued under £120,000), he divided his estate among his siblings.
