president of the council, saved that kingdom from pestilence and famine in the year 1279, by supplying the poor with bread, medicines, attendance, and every possible comfort and accommodation. Again, in 1740 and 1741, two hundred and fifty thousand were fed twice a-day, principally at his expense, as we find in _La Biographie Universelle_; an authority the least liable to suspicion. He built hospitals at Drogheda and Armagh, and endowed them richly. No private man, in any age or country, has contributed so largely to relieve the sufferings of his fellow-creatures; to which object he and his wife devoted their ample fortunes, both during their lives and after their decease. Boulter was certainly the most disinterested, the most humane, the most beneficent man that ever guided the councils of Ireland." Philip Savage, the chancellor, was so irreproachable, that even Swift, the reviler of Somers, could find in him no motive for satire and no room for discontent. Such was the ancestry of Walter Savage Landor. Mr. Landor spent the first days of his youth at Ipsley-court, near Redditch, in Warwickshire, which manor belongs to him. You may trace his life and his residence by glimpses in his works; and of his old family mansion he speaks in his Conversation with the Marchese Pallavicini. "_Pallavicini._--We Genoese are proud of our door-ways. "_Landor._--They are magnificent; so are many in Rome, and some in Milan. We have none in London, and few in the country; where, however, the stair-cases are better. They are usually oak. I inherit an old, ruinous house, containing one, up which the tenant rode his horse to stable him." In his poems, too, occurs this:-- WRITTEN IN WALES. "Ipsley! when hurried by malignant fate I passed thy court, and heard thy closing gate, I sighed, but sighing to myself I said, Now for the quiet cot and mountain shade. Oh! what resistless madness made me roam From cheerful friends and hospitable home! Whether in Arrow's vale, or Tachbrook's grove, My lyre resounded liberty and love. Here never love hath fanned his purple flame, And fear and anger start at Freedom's name. Yet high exploits the churlish nation boasts Against the Norman and the Roman hosts. 'Tis false; where conquest had but reaped disgrace Contemptuous valor spurned the reptile race. Let me once more my native land regain, Bounding with steady pride and high disdain; Then will I pardon all the faults of fate, And hang fresh garlands, Ipsley, on thy gate." Landor laughingly calls this old house a barracks. It is nearly a hundred feet in front, if not quite, but this portion formed only the offices of the old March-house, which the steward of the Savages, the clergyman, pulled down, and built his own with!