In the common-place-book of Edward, Earl of Oxford and Mortimer, preserved amongst the MSS. of the British Museum, is the memoranda:--"Lord Carteret told me, that when he was Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, a man of the name of Spenser, immediately descended from our illustrious poet, came to be examined before the Lord Chief Justice, as a witness in a cause, and that he was so entirely ignorant of the English language, that they were forced to have an interpreter for him." But I have no intention to give my readers the _blues_. "NAT. LEE" was a Trinity man, and was, as the folk say, "as poor as a church mouse" during his short life, four years of which he passed in Bedlam. An envious scribe one day there saw him, and mocked his calamity by asking, "If it was not easy to write like a madman?" "No, Sir," said he; "but it is VERY EASY TO WRITE LIKE A FOOL." OTWAY was bred at St. John's College, Cambridge. But though his tragedies are still received with "tears of approbation," he lived in penury, and died in extreme misery, choked, it is said, by a morsel of bread given him to relieve his hunger, the 14th of April, 1685. BEN JONSON, "Rare Ben," also "finished his education" at St. John's, nor did I ever tread the mazes of its pleasant walks, but imagination pictured him and his gifted contemporaries and successors, from the time of the minstrel of Arcadia to the days of Kirke White, In dalliance with the nine in ev'ry nook, A conning nature from her own sweet book. But Ben, though "the greatest dramatic poet of his age," after he left Cambridge, "worked with a trowel at the building of Lincoln's Inn," and died poor in everything but fame, in 1637. Ben, however, contrived to keep nearly as many "jovial days" in a year, as there are saints in the Roman calendar, and at a set time held a club at the same Devil Tavern, near Temple-bar, to which the celebrated Cambridge professor, and reformer of our church music, Dr. Maurice Greene, adjourned his concert upon his quarrel with Handel, which made the latter say of him with his natural dry humour, "_Toctor Creene was gone to de tavil_." There Ben and his _boon_ companions were still extant, when TOM RANDOLPH (author of "The Muses' Looking-Glass," &c.,) a student of Trinity College, Cambridge, had ventured on a visit to London, where, it is said, he stayed so long, that he had already had a _parley with his empty purse_, when their fame made him long to see Ben and his associates. He accordingly, as Handel would have said, _vent to de tavil_, at their accustomed time of meeting; but being unknown to them, and without money, he was peeping into the room where they sat, when he was espied by Ben, who seeing him in a _scholar's thread-bare habit_, cried out "_John Bo-peep_, come in." He entered accordingly, and they, not knowing the wit of their guest, began to rhyme upon the meanness of his clothes, asking him if he could not make a verse, and, withal, to call for his quart of sack. There being