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pays for it.

pig on a nice white napkin in the hall

, I ment to his memory, to be erected in told some one to take it up-stairs to Mrs. Kensal Green Cemetery. The annual inDucrow. The fellow said it warn’t for me, terest arising from two hundred pounds it was for Mr. Roberts. You know who invested in the funds was to be devoted to he is? Why, he's the chap as orders the the purchase of flowers for the adornment corn for the horses. I'm only the chap as of his grave. This monument, one of the

So he gets the pigs and I most remarkable contained in the cemetery, don't. Then those confounded carpenters of is a curious Egyptian-looking structure of mine sneak in of a morning with their hands large size and lavish ornamentation. Plants in their breeches - pockets, doubled up as encircle it, and do something to screen and though they'd got the colic. And at night to relieve its excessive embellishments. they march out as' upright as grenadiers. The inscription runs :

- Within this tomb, Why? 'Cause every one of 'em has got a erected by genius for the reception of its deal plank at his back up his coat. Then own remains, are deposited those of An. the supernumeraries carry out each of 'em drew Ducrow, whose death deprived the a lump of coal in bis hat, and going round arts and sciences of an eminent professor the corner, club their priggings together, and liberal patron; his family of an affec- l' and make up the best part of a chaldron tionate husband and father; and the world of it. As to the riders, they come into of an upright man.” It is understood that rehearsal gallows grand, 'cause they've had this epitaph was written by the equestrian's all the season a precious deal better salary widow. than they were worth; and at night they Ducrow has been called the "king of come in gallows drunk from having had a mimics, the

Colossus of equestrians,” good dinner for once in their lives ; and for- and other fanciful names. His performgetting that they may want to come back ances in the ring were noted for their another year, they are as saucy as a bit of grace, daring, and inventiveness. His Billingsgate.' Mr. Bunn confirms the pantomime was remarkable for its variety accuracy of this description. "This is and intensity. He was clearly a mute about the case with all theatres,” he actor of rare ability, but many of his feats writes; “and while the manager is blamed have, of course, now become the ordinary for all these ill-doings, and most assuredly “business ” of the modern circus. The is the only sufferer by them, the real repertory of the riders of to-day is greatly criminals escape unpunished."

indebted to Ducrow's skill and fancy. In 1834 Ducrow lost his brother John, Whenever an especially attractive act of the clown. Mrs. Ducrow died in 1836. horsemanship is now presented, the specTwo years later Ducrow married Miss tator may safely conclude that he has witWoolford, long a famous equestrian at nessed a faithful following of an example Astley's. Under the date of the 10th set by Ducrow. of June, 1838, Mr. Bunn records in his Ducrow was five feet eight inches in journal: “Dined at Topham's New Hotel height, of fair complexion, and handsome at Richmond to celebrate Ducrow's matri- features. Exceedingly muscular and of monial honours participated in by Miss prodigious strength, his figure was yet! Woolford.”

graceful in ontline and perfectly symOn the 8th of June, 1841, Astley's Am- metrical. He was accomplished as a con- ! phitheatre was totally destroyed by a fire tortionist, and could twist his shapely which broke out at five in the morning, limbs into the strangest forms. Doctor and which no exertions could subdue. Barker, lecturing in the School of Surgery Ducrow and his family narrowly escaped at Edinburgh, during a visit of Ducrow to with their lives; a female servant perished that city, recommended his pupils by all in the ruins. The stud at this time con- means to see the great equestrian, "as sisted of some fifty borses, two zebras, and they would then be able to form a judg. a few asses and mules ; of these scarcely ment of what the human frame was any were rescued. The total loss was esti- capable of as regards development, posimated at thirty thousand pounds.

tion, and distortion." With all his imDucrow was ruined, or believed himself petuosity of temper and speech, Dacrow to be so.

His mind gave way under the was yet thoroughly kind -hearted and pressure of his misfortunes. He died in liberal. He was held in warm regard by the York-road, Lambeth, on the 27th of the members of his company. January following In bis will he left fession he was an enthusiast, and spared no directions that a sum of eight hundred labour and outlay to perfect the spectacles pounds should be expended on a monu- | and performances he purveyed. The play.

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going public never possessed a more un- heroism. Strype, writing in 1720, calls tiring servant and caterer for their diver- Leicester Fields“ a very handsome, large sion than they found in this intrepid, illite- square, enclosed with rails and graced on rate rider and rope-dancer, Andrew Ducrow. all sides with good houses, well inhabited

and resorted unto by gentry, especially the

side towards the north, where the houses THE LIGHT OF THE HEARTH. FATHER and children with red wet eyes

are larger, amongst which is Leicester Open the cage and the linnet flies:

House, the seat of the Earl of Leicester, All the house has been sorrow-rack'd,

and the house adjoining to it, inhabited And water and food the bird hath lack'd.

by the Earl of Aylesbury. Mother sleeps in the churchyard near, Her seat at the board is empty and drear,

In 1718, when the Prince of Wales The rose-bush withers at the door,

(afterwards George the Second) had been The kind hand waters it no more.

turned out of St. James's by his irascible The spinning-wheel is silent there ;

father, he bought Leicester House, and With holes in his stockings the boy doth fare; The spider spins on the ceiling grey,

started an opposition court. Here his son, No brisk broom brushes it away.

the Duke of Cumberland, the hero of CulThe mother's care was ever blest,

loden, was born in 1721. In due time the Her busy hands were never at rest;

princely mutineer came to the throne, and Father oft was angry and mad,

quarrelling with his son in his turn, Prince But now in the ingle he sits, so sad!

Frederick also turned his back on his father Sad he sits by a cheerless fire, Help from strangers he now must hire;

and took up his abode in Leicester House Much indeed may be bought for gold,

with his dancing-master and all those other All save the heart that is now so cold.

parasites who aided him to vex and insult The busy, blessing, caressing hand,

his father. It was to Leicester House that The face so thoughtful, and sweet, and bland, For the first last time are loved and known

the wife of the Earl of Cromarty came with When the gentle light of the hearth hath flown. four of her children to intercede for her

husband, implicated in the '45 Rebellion.

The princess made no reply to the suppliCHRONICLES OF LONDON

cating woman except by bringing in her STREETS.

own children and placing them beside her. LEICESTER-SQUARE.

Addison's play of Cato was performed in ABOUT 1635, when the Civil War was Leicester House by the prince's family ; already brewing, Robert Sydney, Earl of the boy (afterwards George the Third) Leicester, built a mansion at the north-east taking the part of Portius. corner of a square plot of “Lammas land,” That good-natured poet, Gay, was often or common, belonging to the poor of St. at Leicester House, and suffered here many Martin's parish. The land could not have indignities. On one occasion, having come been very valuable, since the earl only paid to read his tragedy of the Captives to the three pounds a year for the rent of the princess and her ladies, Gay, abashed at field before his house, with the building the audience he saw assembled, stumbled ground and garden. Other houses soon over a stool, and falling forwards threw sprang up, and in 1671 the south side down a heavy Japan screen, to his own was completed. This Earl of Leicester infinite confusion and the alarm and amusewas the father of Algernon Sydney, the ment of the giggling maids of honour. For patriot who conspired against Charles the writing his admirable Fables for the young Second; of the handsome Sydney who Duke of Cumberland, Gay was offered the figures in so many of De Grammont's ad- place of gentleman usher to a child princess, ventures; and of the Lady Dorothy, the a post his pride would not let him accept. Sacharissa of the poet Waller. Singularly “Why,” he groans to Pope, "did I not enough, the square, even in those early take your advice before my writing Fables times, seems to have had an attraction for for the duke, not to write them, or rather foreigners, the earl frequently letting his to write them for some young nobleman ? mansion to distinguished strangers. At It is very, very hard fate. I must get noone time, Colbert, the French Ambassador, thing, write for them or against them.' resided here, while in Queen Anne's reign In March, 1751, Frederick, Prince of Prince Eugène lived in Leicester House, Wales, died suddenly at Leicester House, and did his best to prevent peace between from the breaking of an imposthume, which England and France. In Leicester House had been caused by the blow of a tennisthe Queen of Bohemia came to end her ball. No character can be conceived so troublous life, neglected by a licentious contemptible as that which is handed down court which had no sympathy with her to us of this prince. He was a great gambler, and the most frivolous of men. refused to meddle any more with him till a He boasted of“ nicking Bubb Doddington hundred pounds was promised them if they out of five thousand pounds,” and then tried would carry him to a surgeon. Still unable to win popular favour by honouring Pope to lift the chair containing the dying man, with a visit, and sending Glover, the author the chairmen then went to the aid of Capof Leonidas, five hundred pounds. He was tain French, who was severely wounded, a mass of contradictions ; affable to the and took him to a French surgeon's at a poor, yet detesting his own parents; a bagnio, in Long Acre. There the Earl of faithless husband, yet always praising his Warwick swore at them, and told them to wife; desirous of acquiring military glory, call the next day for their money.

When yet amusing himself, while Carlisle was Mr. Coote was examined by the surgeons, being besieged, by bombarding a barley- they found that he was run through the sugar castle with sweetmeats. With all lungs and the diaphragm. these faults, the people, when he died, ex- When the Earl of Warwick and his claimed, “Oh, that it were but his brother! friends, somewhat sobered by what had Oh, that it had been the butcher (Cumber- happened, met at the bagnio, they examined land)!” The butcher's remark upon his their swords; the Earl of Warwick's was brother's death was worthy of him. “It is covered with blood; but yet they all agreed a great blow to the country, but I hope it that it was French who had fought Coote. will recover in time."

Nevertheless the earl fled that night, and After her husband's death, the princess hid himself till parliament met. The two kept Prince George in great seclusion at noblemen were acquitted; the earl, claim. Leicester House, under the dominion of ing the benefit of clergy," being disthe Earl of Bute.

charged on the payment of the usual fees. There was blood spilt in Leicester-square His widow married Addison, who found in 1698. On the 29th of October in that her, to his cost, high tempered and desyear, some officers had been drinking at the potic. It was the son of the duellist who Greyhound Tavern in the Strand, and a was summoned to Addison's death-bed to quarrel that there arose ended in a duel in see how a Christian should die. Leicester Fields. The revellers had split At No. 47, on the west side (from 1761 into two parties; the notorious Lord Mohun, to his death in 1792), lived Sir Joshua Lord Warwick, and a Mr. Coote on one Reynolds. The great painter led a meside, and on the other Captain James, Cap- thodical life: he rose early, breakfasted at tain French, and a Mr. Dockwra ; hurry. nine, entered his studio at ten, examined ing into sedan-chairs, they were taken to designs, or touched unfinished portraits till the place of combat. Two duels then took eleven, when the knocker began to resound, place, one between Captain French and Mr. and titled people to rustle in; he painted Coote, the other between Captain James till four, then dressed, and gave the evening and the Earl of Warwick. Little is known to society. His beaming spectacles and of what first happened, but the result was his ear-trumpet were to be seen often at that Mr. Coote, severely wounded, died the club and theatre of those days, and the soon afterwards, and was carried to the owner of them was always welcome. DocRound House, in St. Martin's-lane. The tor Johnson, Goldsmith, Walpole, Banks, Earl of Warwick and Lord Mohun were Sterne, Gibbon, almost every one celebrated tried' in Westminster Hall, before the in those days knocked at the door of No. 47. House of Lords, on the 28th of March, Reynolds's pleasant dinner-parties seem 1699, and the evidence given on the trial to have partaken somewhat of the picnic is full of curious details, illustrative of the character-never knives or glasses enough, manners of the times.

bad waiting, but good talk. Every one It appeared that when Mr. Coote was scrambles for himself, and Johnson eats till hurrying along in his sedan towards the the veins swell out on his forehead; GoldFields, he swore at the chairmen, and de- smith suggests a reply to an axiom of Johnclared he would run his sword into them if son's, and is stared at by Boswell; Gibbon they did not get to the place first. He and talks with learned dignity, and Burke is Lord Mohun got out of the chairs at the more eloquent even than usual. Reynolds corner of Green-street, the lower corner had his vexations too here, when Barry's of the paved stones going up to Leicester moroseness vexed him, and when grand House. When the duel was ended, the people returned portraits as bad likenesses, chairmen tried to lift the sedan over the or complained of the colour fading. Here rails, but seeing Mr. Coote was dying, and he chafed to think of young Lawrence setdeclaring the blood would spoil the chair, ting up in opposition in the same square,

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or fretted at the preference some people hard before he drew that last sketch, which had for Romney. With well-bred sitters he called the End of All Things, adding he was polite and amiable, but when a rich to a series of worn-out and broken things citizen told him once that the pattern of a shattered palette, emblematical of his aphis lace ruffles was obscurely made out, Sir proaching death. Joshua replied hastily: “That is my man. Next door to Hogarth lived John Hunter, ner, sir, that is my manner;" and when a the great surgeon, and here he stored those vain lady displayed her taper hands, he treasures now in the Royal College of Sursaid, calmly: “ Madam, I commonly paint geons. The story goes that when the my hands from my servants.”

studious man used to return for a quiet Half that busy yet tranquil life of Sir evening's reading, he would often, to his Joshua's passed at No. 47, till at last came disgust, find the house full of company, that sad afternoon, when, finding himself and on one occasion, provoked beyond engrowing blind, he laid down his brush, and durance, he is said to have ordered the said, mournfully, "I know that all things whole party his wife had invited out of the on earth must come to an end, and now I house. am come to mine."

In St. Martin's-street, on the south side Nor do we often visit Leicester-square of the square, Sir Isaac Newton lived ; the without thinking of the affecting story of little turret that was his observatory is Reynolds, almost blind, wandering round still to be seen. Doctor Burney afterthe rails, seeking for a pet canary of his wardstook the house. He was one of that had strayed.

Doctor Johnson's steadfast friends, and to Hogarth lived at the east side of the his door the giant of literature must have square, nearly at the south end. In his often made his ponderous way. Burney time a cork gilt head stood: over the was fond of telling how he attended the door. There the little man, with the first representation of Johnson's tragedy. full round forehead, and the firm mouth, of Irene, and witnessed the public disappainted all his great pictures; and there, probation. When the heroine was about to in dreams, the hideous Idle Apprentice and be strangled on the stage, the audience the handsome good one, the Rake, the hang- cried "Murder.” Many stories were cirmen, the madmen, the thieves, and all the culated at the time, Burney says, of the odd people whom he painted, visited him. author's being observed at the representaFrom this spot Hogarth sallied to see the tion to be himself dissatisfied with some Rake married to the rich old maid at Mary of the speeches and conduct of the play, lebone Church, and to the Adam and Eve to and, like La Fontaine, expressing his dissee the Guards stagger by to Finchley. approbation aloud. Quite as a young man, From here he set out for his walk to the we find Burney so delighted with the quiet New River and to Southwark Fair, Rambler, that he became a subscriber to with all its noise and merry clamour. From the Dictionary the moment the great proCovent Garden brawls, carefully noted by ject was announced, and Johnson replied him, and from executions at Týburn, Ho- to his letter in the blandest terms. “ Your garth returned to this square, to think over civilities,” he wrote, were offered with his pictures. It is difficult to imagine that too much elegance not to engage attention, such nightmare figures as Tom Idle and the and I have too much pleasure in pleasing wretches of Gin Lane did not perpetually men like you not to feel very sensibly the haunt the painter, but we suppose he exor- distinction which you have bestowed upon cised them by thoughts of the pleasant me." Burney has preserved some interestfaces he could paint when he liked. The ing notes of Johnson's conversations, and pretty actress the rustics are staring at in describes him at Streatham telling Miss the Southwark Fair, the compassionate girl Thralo that she should dash away on the who saves the Rake from arrest, are speci- harpsichord like Burney. Although the mens of Hogarth in his happier and more doctor generally talked slightingly of innocent moods.' His terrible power of music, Burney upon this said to him, “I satire, his honest hatred of what was evil, believe, sir, we shall make a musician of enabled Hogarth to brand more rascals you at last.” Upon which Johnson replied, than even Pope, yet without the poet's Sir, I shall be glad to have a new sense personal malice.

given me.” Of Burney's daughter, the In Leicester - square this great satirist authoress of Evelina, Johnson was a great spent his busy middle life, close to where, admirer. One day at the Essex-street Club, in youth, he had been apprenticed to he boasted that the day before, at Mrs. Gamble, the silversmith. He had worked | Garrick's, he had dined with Fanny Burney,

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Mrs. Carter, and Mrs. Hannah More, and the proprietor of only two tickets, who afterthree such women were not to be found wards exhibited the collection in Blackelsewhere. He was, indeed, never tired of friars. It was eventually offered to the flattering and praising Fanny Burney, who British Museum, but was, after all, sold by keenly appreciated his homage.

auction in 1806. The sale lasted four days, One day a lady made Johnson talk of and there were four thousand one hundred love. The doctor eulogised the tender and ninety-four lots. passion in tremendous phrases. “We must The memories of Hogarth, Reynolds, not despise a passion,” he thundered, and Newton form a border of immortelles “which he who never felt never was happy, for Leicester-square, that even its general and he who laughs at never deserves to dinginess and disrepair cannot hide. May feel ; a passion which has caused the change we live to see the day when the hideous of empires and the loss of worlds; a statue in the centre of weeds and refuse is passion which has inspired heroism and replaced by some real work of art, and subdued avarice ; a passion, in short, flowers take the place of nettles. that consumes me away for my pretty sent the square is an eyesore and a disgrace Fanny (Burney) here, and she is very to that quarter of London. cruel." One special night at the Burneys the authoress of Evelina has herself described. She paints Johnson as very ill

WAXWORK. favoured, tall, stout, and grand in figure, but stooping horribly, his mouth opening Wax once played a more important part and shutting continually, his fingers twirl in the history of every-day life than it does ing, his hands twisting, his vast body see- now. The busy bee made wax and honey sawing backwards and forwards, his whole centuries ago as at present, neither less nor great person looking as if it were going to more cleverly; but there were reasons why roll itself quite voluntarily from his chair those products were more valued in the to the floor. Presently, after holding his days of Queen Elizabeth, or of Queen nose quite close to the keys of the piano Matilda, than in those of Queen Victoria. while a duet was playing, he strode to the When gas-lighting was unknown, when book-shelves, and taking down a book began petroleum, paraffine, kerosene, camphine, to read, as if entirely oblivious of every one stearine, and ozokerit had not yet been dispresent. At a subsequent party Miss Burney covered, society depended on wax for the sketches with much humour the despotic best lights, and coarse tallow, coarse oil, way in which Johnson ordered about Bos- and torches for common purposes. Then well, who was always trying to get near him, again, mead or honey wine was a favourite with What do you do there, sir ? Go to beverage in old days, whereas a modern the table, sir. What are you thinking of, Londoner would scarcely deem it a good sir ? Why do you get up before the cloth substitute for Barclay or Bass :

we may is removed ? Come back to your place, approve or disapprove the change of taste, sir.” Which makes us shrewdly conjecture but it certainly leaves us now very little that Boswell, after all, must have had a dependent on the bee. hard life of it.

Every one knows what wax is. The bee Saville House (north side, some years ago does not really form or originate this subdestroyed by fire) was sacked by the mob stance. Wax enters into the composition during those terrible Gordon Riots, in which of the pollen of flowers, covers the envelope Barnaby Rudge figured. The men with the of the plum and other fruits, and forms a blue ribbons hated the proprietor for his sort of varnish on the surface of many supposed anti-Protestant feeling; their ex- kinds of leaves. Myrtle wax is obtained pression of dislike was not of the gentlest from the berries of the Myrica cerifica, an kind, and unripping beds and demolishing American plant; when the berries are boiled looking-glasses was their only consolation in water, the wax exudes, floats on the for not burning Sir George Saville's man- water, is skimmed off, and remelted. The sion to the ground.

wax-palm of the Andes, the Ceroxylon Leicester House, subsequent to its being Andicola, is a lofty tree yielding a mixture pulled down, became a show place for a of wax and resin, of which the natives Museum of Natural History, collected by make candles. The wax-tree of Guiana Sir Ashton Lever. Eventually the museum and Brazil yields a resinous juice which is was put up in a lottery, only eight hundred called wax, although it scarcely deserves out of thirty-six thousand tickets being sold. that name. What we generally know as For all this it was won by Mr. Parkinson, wax, however, is the product of the bee;


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