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others can be produced to complete a chain of evidence that may establish among those who have been inmates of the additional Workhouse of St. George's, Hanover Square-startling as the assertion may appear-two of the most illustrious individuals in the annals of this country; of one of whom Bishop Burnet observed, [110] that his "loss is lamented by all learned men;" the other, a man

r house at Little Chelsea of sufficient importance to be the residence of the Hon. Robert Boyle, where he could receive strangers in his laboratory and show them his great telescope; and, moreover, notwithstanding what has been said to prove the impossibility of Locke having visited Lord Shaftesbury on this spot, local tradition continues to assert that Locke's work on the 'Human Understanding' was commenced in the retirement of one of the summer-houses of Lord Shaftesbury's residence. This certainly may have been the case if we r

th my lord to my house at Chelsea, which he had hired, where I was all that day taken up with business about my house." [112] Whether this refers to Little Chelsea or not

ea on the 21st July, 1674. It was his grandfather's marriage with Lady Margaret Howard, daughter of the Earl of Suffolk, that in

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rother, mentioned above as born at Little Chelsea, became the fourth earl, and distinguished himself in the military, scientific, and literary proceedings of his times. In compliment to this Lord Orrery's patronage, Graham, an ingenious watchmaker, n

a considerable benefactor to the College of Physicians, died at Little Chelsea on the 14th of

Dawes, lord bishop of Chester, in 1709, who, I may add, died Archbishop of York in 1724. But in Mr. Faulkner's 'History of Chelsea,' published in 1829, nothing more is to be found respecting Sir Bartholomew Shower than that he was engaged in some parochial law proceedings in 1691. Sir Edward Ward's residence is unnoticed. The Bishop of Gloucester, who is said to have been a devout believer in fairies and witch

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or Hall, and Sir John Cope's house was not improbably the residence of two distinguished naval officers, Sir James Wishart and Sir John Balchen. The former was made an admiral, and knighted by Queen Anne in 1703, and appointed one of the lords of th

ay the 18th instant, at his late dwelling-house at Little Chelsea. The goods to be seen this day, to-morrow, and Wedn

riot to be sold, and

Admiral Balchen perished in the Victory, of 120 guns, which had the reputation of being the most b

rl of Clarendon, died "at his house, Little Chelsea;"

(1768), she was "placed for education in a school at Chelsea." And she then commences a most dis

n academy at Earl's Court, near Fulham; and early after his marriage, losing his wife, he resolved on giving this daughter a masculine education. Meribah was early instructed in all the modern accomplishments, as well as in classical knowledge. She was mistress of the Latin, French, and Italian languages; she was said to be a perfect arithmetician and astronomer, and possessed the art of painting on silk to a degree

out of school, called me her little friend, and made no scruple of conversing with me (sometimes half the night, for I slept in her chamber) on domestic and confidential affairs. I felt for her very sincere affection, and I listened with peculiar attention to all the lessons she inculca

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st, and a kind of Persian robe, which gave him the external appearance of a necromancer. He was of the Anabaptist persuasion, and so stern in his conversation, that the young pupils were exp

as fourteen, her mother, Mrs. Darby, was obliged, as

flattered my self-love, and impressed my mind with a sort of domestic consequence. The English language was my department in the seminary, and I was permitted to select passages both in prose and verse for the studies

est idea of the person who was then almost sinking before me. I gave her a small sum of money, and inquired the cause of her apparent agony. She took my hand, and pressed it to her lips. 'Sweet girl,' said she, 'you are still the angel I ever knew you!' I was astonished. She raised her bonnet; her fine dark eyes met mine. It was Mrs. Lorrington. I led her into the house; my mother was not at home. I took her to my chamber, and, with the assistance of a lady, who was our French teacher, I clothed and comforted her. She refused to say how she came to be in so deplorable a situation, and took her leave. It was in vain th

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ndependence promised to cheer the days of an unexampled parent, my father unexpectedly returned from America. The pride

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on House) to be distinguished by two ornamented stone-balls on the piers of the gateway, was a celebrated military academy, at which many distinguished soldiers have been educated. The academy was established about the year 1770, by Mr. Lewis Lochee, who died on the 5th of April, 1787, and who, in 1778, published an 'Essay on Castrametation.' "The premises," says Mr. Faulkner, "which were laid out as a regular fo

in the gardens, the produce being either trampled down or torn up. The turnip grounds were totally despoiled by the multitude. All the windows an

surgeon, whom he landed at Sunbury, from whence Blanchard proceeded in his balloon to Romsey, in H

ary movements which agitated Flanders in 1790; where, "being taken prisoner by the Austrians, he was condemned to be hanged. He, however, obtained permission to come t

ghter of the late Mr. King, an eminent book auctioneer of King Street, Covent G

Mr. Milton, the author of two clever novels, 'Rivalry,' and 'Lady Cecilia Farrencourt,' recently published, and brother to the popular authoress, Mrs. Trollope. And the sixth and last house in the row, on the west side of which is Walnut-tree Walk, leading to Earl's Court and Kensington, is distinguished by the name of Burleigh House, which, some one humorously observed, [121] might possibly be a contraction of "hurley burley," the house being a l

olar, and warmly attached to literary pursuits, Mr. Boscawen published, in 1793, the first volume of a new translation of Horace, containing the 'Odes,' 'Epodes,' and 'Carmen S?culare.' This, being well received, was followed up by Mr. Boscawen, in 1798, by his translation of the 'Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry,

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ry benevolence,-that hand was cold; and the lips by which, on the following day, the words that had

; and, on the 7th of July following, two Chelsea pensioners were committed to prison, charged with this murder, on the testimony of their accomplice, another Chelsea pensioner, whom they had threatened to kill upon some quarrel taking place between them. The accused were tried, found guilty, hanged, and gibbeted; one nearly opposite Walnut-tree

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ng paper upon London life in the last century occurs in the second volume of Knight's 'London;' in which it is observe

n which many malefactors were being hung in chains, were cut down by persons unknown.' The all and the many of this cool matter-of-fact announcement conjure up the image of a long avenue planted with 'gallows-trees,' instead of elms and poplars,-an asse

unslow Heath, for the purpose of being there permanently suspended. In those days the approach to London on all sides seems to have lain through serried files of gibbets, growing closer and

is horses proceed at a pace equal to their wishes, and, after in vain urging him to more speed, one of them declared that, if he did not use his whip with better effect, he should be made an example of for the public benefit, and hanged up at the first gibbet. The correctness of the old saying, that "when the head is hot the hand is ready," was soon verified by the postboy being desired to stop at the g

backwards, not daring to look behind, as fast as their feet could carry alarmed and bewildered heads, leaving the fate of their carts to the sagacity of the horses. Finding that the louder he called for help the more alarm he excited, the suspended postboy determined philosophically to endure the misery of his situation in dignified silence. But there he was suffered to hang unnoticed; or, if remarked, it was only concluded that another criminal had been added to the gibbet, as its second tassel. The circumstance, however, of a second body having been placed there speedily came to the knowledge of a magistrate in the neighbourhood, who had taken an active part in the app

now pulled down; Lansdowne Villas and Hollywood Place have been erected on the spot, and villas and groves continue to the 'Gunter Arms,' a public-house that takes its name from Richard Gunter, the well-known confectioner, by the side o

tion, to North End, Fulham, of the line of the Old Brompton Road,-the point, as the reader may recollect, that we turned off from at the Bell and Horns, in order to follow the main Fulham Road to Little Chelsea. The public way on the east of the burial-ground is called Honey Lane, and on the west the boundary is the pathway by the side of the Kensington Canal. The architect of the chapel and catacombs is Mr. Benjamin Baud. The cemetery is open for

in the north-east corner of the burial-ground, where the age recorded of Louis Pouchée is 108; but this does not agree with the burial entry made by

[128] was admitted as a patient to St. George's Hospital November 24, 1842. Januar

ousness of honest industry in the human mind has upon the health and happiness of the body. A gravestone near a public path on the south-east

an face divine," he was incapable of assuming the courtly manners so essential in that branch of the profession. He never, indeed, quite forgave himself for an approach to duplicity committed at this time upon an unfortunate gentleman, who sat to him for his portrait, and who squinted

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's fame and success in London. In conjunction with Glover, Varley, Prout, and others, an advance in th

ind him, and which is full of curious anecdotes, he gives

walls of the exhibition room in Brook Street could be brought to join it. Artists were afraid they might suffer loss by renting and fitting up the room, the expense being certain and the success very doubtful. After a great whil

ions of Thomas Crofton Croker, son-in-law of Francis Nicholson, who died 8th August, 1854, and Marianne, widow of T

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ite of a house which Sir Arthur Gorges, the friend of Spenser, allegorically named by him Alcyon, [131] built for his own residence; and upon the death of whose first wife, a daughter of Viscount Bindon, in 1590, the poet wrote a beautiful elegy, entitled 'Daphnaida.' In the Sydney papers mention is made, under date 15th November, 1599, that, "as the queen passed by the faire new building, Sir Arthur Gorges presented her with a faire jewell."

de. This new or square mansion remained unfinished and unoccupied for several years. In 1724 it belonged to Henry Arundel, Esq. and on the 24th May, 1743, Admiral Sir Charles Wager, a distinguished naval officer, died here, and was buried

ilding extensive hot-houses and conservatories, and

there she had brought exotics from the Cape, and was in a way of raising continually an increase to her co

ion no less a sum than ￡150,000. In January 1808, Mr. Leonard Morse, of the War Office, died at his residence, Stanley House, and about 1815 it was purchased by the late Mr. William Richard Hamilton, who ranks as one of the first scholars and antiquaries of his day. Between that

came the residence of Mrs. Gregor, and is thus described by Miss Burney, who was an inmate

ce) abounds with interesting specimens in almost every branch of the fine arts. Here are statues, casts from the frieze of the Parthenon, pictures, prints, books, and minerals; four pianofortes of different sizes, and an excellent harp. All this to study does Desdemona (that's me) seriously incline; and the more I study the more I want to know and to see. In short, I am crazy to travel in Greece! The danger is that some good-for-nothing bashaw should seize upon me to poke me into his harem, there to bury my charms for life, and condemn me for ever to blu

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anuscript journals, "5th July, 1826.

uess of Queensberry; and, in 1830–31, by Colonel G

ian style after the design of Mr. Blore; and, in the grounds near the chapel, an octagon

ington Canal over

tween them in that road. Bull Alley is now converted into a good-sized street, called Stamford Road, which has a public-house (the Rising Sun) on one side, and a bookseller's shop on the other. Here, for a few years, was a turnpike, which has been recently removed and placed lower down the road, adjoining the Swan Tavern and Brewery, Walha

t, 1846. The three last houses of the Stamford Villas are not "wedded to each other," and in the garden of the one nearest London, Mr. Hampton, who made an ascent in a balloon from Cremorne, on the 13th June, 1839, with every reasonable prospect of breaking his neck for the amusement of the public, came down by a parachute descent, without injury

the pedestrian that it is one mile to Fulham; and passing Salem Chapel, which