the vicar of Kensington, was born in 1629, educated at Westminster, Cambridge, and Oxford, and appears to have been a Parliamentarian; M.D., 1659; F.R.C.P., 1672; censor, 1682; Harveian orator, 1683. During the latter part of his life he received a pension from the City on account of his services during the plague. He fell into debt, and died in Ludgate Prison in 1688. There is a tablet to his memory in St. Stephen’s, Walbrook. Let us not be hard on this brave man. He did his duty nobly. True, he was fond of sack and got into debt. Perhaps had his nature been less generous, and had he been less full of the milk of human kindness, he might have amassed a large fortune. He is a noble exception to Chaucer’s doctrine that “gold in physick is a cordial,” and it would ill become us to sit in judgment on one who in an important respect affords us an example of noble conduct. [Illustration: COLLEGE OF PHYSICIANS, WARWICK LANE. ENTRANCE.] The year 1665 and 1666 were eventful ones for the College of Physicians. At that time the president was Sir Edward Alston, who had managed to repair the financial ruin caused by the civil wars by the expedient of admitting honorary Fellows, and making them pay for the honour. It was in this year that Charles II. attended one of the anatomy lectures, and knighted the lecturer (Sir George Ent) at its termination. Misfortunes, however, were in store, and we can hardly say they were undeserved. When the plague appeared, the president and most of the Fellows fled from town, and during their absence the treasure chest of the College was emptied by thieves. After the plague came the great fire, and in it the College at Amen Corner was destroyed. When the College was rebuilt, a new site, not far from the old one, was chosen. This was in Warwick Lane, Newgate Street, on a piece of ground purchased from Mr. Hollier, a surgeon, for £1,200. The new College was designed by Wren. It was in the form of a quadrangle, with a botanical garden behind it, running down to the City walls. The entrance was through a fine gate, and over this Sir Christopher Wren built a magnificent theatre, forty feet in diameter, with an octagonal-domed roof. This theatre was said to be a model of what a theatre should be. There were, in addition, fine rooms for transacting the College business, and a good library. Only about 140 books had been saved from the fire, but the new College was soon furnished with books by the library of the Marquis of Dorchester, which that nobleman bequeathed to it. He appears to have been a learned and somewhat eccentric man, who studied “all manner of learning, both divine and human.” He became a Fellow of the College in 1658, and shortly before had been made a Bencher of Gray’s Inn. It is impossible not to regret the fine old College, with its spacious courtyard and physic garden and its historic associations. But it would seem as if no purely educational establishment can flourish in the City of London. The Royal Society,