Note: Images of the original pages are available through Internet Archive. See https://archive.org/details/cu31924021676683 CHRONICLES OF AN OLD INN Or, A Few Words about Gray's Inn. by ANDRÉE HOPE. London: Chapman & Hall, Limited. 1887. Charles Dickens and Evans, Crystal Palace Press. Dedicated BY PERMISSION, AND WITH THE DEEPEST RESPECT, TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF CONNAUGHT, Treasurer, AND TO THE HONOURABLE SOCIETY OF BENCHERS OF GRAY'S INN. PREFACE. It is with feelings of much diffidence, even with alarm, that this little book is given to the world. It was written to give pleasure to many dear to the writer's heart, relatives and friends, most of whom have already gone to that "Shadowy Land" to which we are all so fast hastening. They, alas! can no longer feel an interest in the pages written in hours of much happiness and of cruel sorrow. Probably the literary world, of whom the writer stands in trembling awe, will regard with the same indifference a little work so crude and incomplete. But as sometimes a rough sketch brings persons and places as vividly to remembrance as highly finished pictures, perhaps these "In Memoriam Chronicles of an Old Inn" may, in some degree, interest those who have not time to read more skilfully written but longer histories. CONTENTS. PAGE GRAY'S INN 1 THE TWO BROTHERS, ANTHONY AND FRANCIS BACON 70 SIR NICHOLAS BACON 93 SIR WILLIAM GASCOIGNE 103 LORD BURLEIGH 122 SIR EDWARD COKE 140 OTHER EMINENT LAWYERS 176 STEPHEN GARDINER 181 THE CHAPEL 231 ARCHBISHOP LAUD 241 BISHOP JUXON AND ARCHBISHOPS SHELDON AND WHITGIFT 246 CHRONICLES OF AN OLD INN; OR, A Few Words about Gray's Inn, London. GRAY'S INN. About half-way down the great thoroughfare of Holborn, there is an old and somewhat gloomy gateway. That gateway is low and dark, but rarely silent, as from early dawn until late into the night it echoes and re-echoes with the thunder of the mighty traffic of the great street on which it opens. From early dawn until late into the night may be heard the heavy roll of omnibuses, the sharp rattle of cabs, the hurried steps of vast multitudes of foot passengers. Like the arteries of the living body, that as long as life endures receives fresh blood from the heart, are the main streets that lead from "the City," that heart of gigantic London; and from this great centre of the trade of Europe, the wondrous stream of commerce is for ever flowing. Of these magnificent streets few are more striking to the stranger than the grand old thoroughfare of Holborn.