The grounds of Mr. Colvill were detached from those of Mr. Davey by a footpath, on both sides of which there were neatly-trimmed hedges, and as butterflies abound in floricultural gardens, this passage was called “Butterfly Alley.” Some houses have since been built on this site, and, although the road is narrow, it now assumes the name of Keppel Street, connecting the King’s Road with the Fulham Road. Opposite the above-named alley there was a bar placed across the road, to prevent waggons, &c., from passing unless the driver produced proof that he was going to some resident in it. The origin of these bars has just been fully detailed. Mr. Pratt, a friend of Mr. Faulkner, wrote the following lines, “Flowers and Fashion,” in reference to the above two celebrated floricultural grounds:— Where smiling Chelsea spreads the cultur’d lands, Sacred to Flora a pavilion stands, And yet a second temple neighb’ring near Nurses the fragrance of the various year; Of Davey this, of Colvill that, the care, While both the favour of the goddess share. But not for her—the deity of flowers— _Alone_ the incense breathes, still higher Powers:— Fair Venus marks each temple for her own, And FASHION sits upon a blossom’d throne. She, pow’r supreme! bids vanquish’d Flora kneel, And drags proud Beauty at her chariot wheel. The Cyprian Queen asserts her loftier sway, And blushing rivals with a smile obey. At Fashion’s shrine unnumber’d suppliants bow, And to their idol chaunt the sacred vow. A thousand Eves, each as their mother fair, To these gay Edens every hour repair: And though the wreaths boast but a fleeting bloom, And often press at eve a twilight tomb, Still, as by magic, we behold each morn A fresh supply the pillag’d scenes adorn; And though the lovely plunderers bear away The fairy sweets that open’d with the day; Though one fair Paradise is lost each night, Another blooms with the returning light. Thus, strange to tell! near London you behold The age of FASHION, BEAUTY, and of GOLD. The old White Hart public-house and tea-gardens, situated on the opposite side of the road to Mr. Davey’s grounds, was a rather ancient-looking place of resort. It was well-conducted, and occasionally a great many persons visited it. On its site is now a very respectable tavern. * * * * *