Wallace, Rev. Robert, D.D., 278 Wallace, Sir John, of Cairnhill, 4 Wallace, Sir Thomas, 253 Walmesley, Gilbert, 323 Walpole, Horace, 52, 63 Walpole, Sir Robert, 211 Walshe, Lt.-Colonel, 79 Warburton, Bishop, 268 Ware, Charles Edward, 197 Ware, Edith Caroline, 197 Ware, Mr. Cumberlye, 197 Warton, Joseph, 170 Warton, Thomas, 109 Warwick, Earl of, 304 Waters, Mr., banker in Paris, 50 Webster, Captain, 211 Webster, Dr. Alexander, 5, 86, 199, 211, 248, 249, 276, 277, 278, 325 Webster, Mrs. Alexander, 199, 320 Wedderburn, Alexander, 199 Wellesley, Marquis of, 118 Wemyss, Sir John, Bart., 320 Wesley, Rev. John, 121 Westhall, Lord, 325 Wetherell, Dr., 109 Wharton, Marquess of, 274 White, Thomas, 221 Whitefoord, Allan, 311 Whitefoord, Caleb, 224 Whitefoord, John, 149, 152 Wilberforce, William, M.P., 176 Wilkes, John, 27, 51, 112, 113, 141, 165, 274, 291, 299, 301, 322 William the Conqueror, 1 William the Lion, 2 Williams, Miss, 26 Williams, Mrs., of Crawley Grange, 197 Windham, Mr., 163 Wolcott, Dr. John, 138, 175 Wright, Mr., 271 York, Duke of, 14, 15 Yorke, Sir Joseph, 79, 237 Young, Dr., physician, 206, 233 Zelide, 75, 77 Zoilen, Mademoiselle, 220 Zuyl, Mademoiselle de, 225, 235 J. AND W. RIDER, PRINTERS, LONDON. FOOTNOTES: [1] I happened however to be present on an occasion when a quotation from Dr. Johnson served as a special illustration of the infallible memory and rapid intuition of a man of letters in whose distinction Scotland has a considerable share. It was in the house of a lady of literary and social importance in her day, who was fond of displaying her disregard of religious decencies. At one end of the table the party were talking of a remarkable fall of some fronts of houses in Tottenham-court-road, leaving the rooms open to the street in all their usual conditions. At the other the hostess was tracing resemblances between Mormonism and Christianity, with peculiar application to their founders. Mr. Macaulay, seated in the middle, leant over to Dean Milman opposite, and said in a low tone, “You remember Johnson’s London,— ‘Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female Atheist talks you dead.’” [2] This opinion receives an accidental confirmation of its events by the publication of the Life of Sir Gilbert Eliot—a work highly honourable to a Scottish house by the dignity of its records and the talent of their reproduction. This cannot be better expressed than in the words of Lady Minto, writing from Edinburgh, February 21, 1802:—