One of the worthies of Dr. Diamond's family was Robertus Fludd, or De Fluctibus, the writer of Rosicrucian celebrity who gave Sterne more than one lesson in the arts of eccentricity. Sir Thomas Fludd of Milgate, Bearsted, co. Kent (grandson of David Fludd, _alias_ Lloyd of Morton, in Shropshire), had five sons and a daughter. Of this offspring, one son, Thomas, purchased Gore Court, and fixed there a family, the vicissitudes of which may be learnt by a reference to Hasted's Kent. From this branch of the Fludds descended Dr. Diamond, who, amongst other curious family relics, possesses the diploma of Robertus de Fluctibus. When Robertus de Fluctibus died, Sept. 8, 1637, in Coleman St., London, his body, under the protection of a herald of arms, was conveyed to the family seat in Kent, and was then buried in Bearsted Church, under a stone which he had before laid for himself. The monument over his ashes was ordered by him in his last will to be made after that of William Camden in the Abbey at Westminster. The inscription which marks his resting-place declares his, rather than our, estimate of his intellectual greatness; Magnificus non hæc sub odoribus urna vaporat, Crypta tegit cineres nec speciosa tuos. Quod mortale minus, tibi te committimus unum; Ingenii vivent hic monumenta tui Nam tibi qui similis scribit, moriturque, sepulchrum Pro totâ æternum posteritate facit. More modest, and at the same time more humorous, is the epitaph, in Hendon Church, of poor Thomas Crossfield, whose name, alike as surgeon and politician, has passed from among men:-- "Underneath Tom Crossfield lies, Who cares not now who laughs or cries. He always laughed, and when mellow Was a harum scarum sort of fellow. To none gave designed offence, So--_Honi soit qui mal y pense_." Amongst the medical poets there is one whom all scholarly physicians jealously claim as of their body--John Keats; he who, dying at Rome, at the age of twenty-six, wished his epitaph to be, "Here lies one whose name was writ in water." After serving his apprenticeship under an Edmonton surgeon, the author of "Endymion" became a medical student at St. Thomas's hospital. Mention here, too, may be made of Dr. Macnish, the author of "The Anatomy of Drunkenness," and "The Modern Pythagorean"; and of Dr. Moir, the poet, whose death, a few years since, robbed the world of a simple and pathetic writer, and his personal acquaintance of a noble-hearted friend. But of all modern English poets who have had an intimate personal connection with the medical profession, the greatest by far is Crabbe-- "Nature's sternest painter, yet the best."