Of Stanhope Street, Mayfair, London; Originally of King Street, Liverpool; who, under peculiar disadvantages, Which to common minds would have been A bar to any exertion, Raised himself from all obscured situations Of Birth and Fortune by his own Industry and frugality To the enjoyment of a moderate competency. He attained a peculiar excellence in penmanship and drawing Without the Instruction of a Master, And to eminence in Arithmetic, the useful and higher Branches of the Mathematics, By going to School only a year and eight months. He died a Bachelor On the 24th day of October, 1807, In the 55th year of his age, And without forgetting Relations, Friends, or acquaintances, He bequeathed one-fifth of his Property To Public Charities. Reader, the world is open to thee. Go thou and do likewise![72] The author of ‘A Walking Tour in Normandy’ states that in the church of Avranches there is a marble slab erected by the Marquis de Belbœuf in 1844 to the memory of his predecessor of that name, the late Bishop of Avranches, who, it is stated, died, and was buried at Hampstead, in England. Is anything known of the Bishop or his grave? On March 30, 1797, the remains of Lord Southampton were conveyed in great funeral pomp from his late residence in Stanhope Street for interment in the family vault at Hampstead. CHAPTER V. _FROGNAL AND WEST END._ Frognal claims to be considered the very heart of Hampstead, the site of its first settlement, the spot on which the ancient manor-house and the humble little chapel to St. Mary primitively arose, and around which gathered by degrees the wattle and dab cottages that succeeded the ruder huts of the villani and bordarii of the Conqueror’s time. The path through the churchyard leads straight to the entrance of a narrow lane, guarded in my time by a small toll-house and gate. This lane is partly made by the wall enclosing the Mansion, an old-fashioned, grave-looking, two-storied house, standing in its own grounds, in which grew some remarkably fine yew-trees; and between these grounds and the end of the new burial-ground on the eastern side of St. John’s stands a small Roman Catholic chapel, dedicated to St. Mary, erected by a French _émigré_—l’Abbé Morel—early in the present century. The family living at the Mansion between forty and fifty years ago were of Irish extraction, and of the creed of their country, circumstances that in those days (especially in small places) subjected the persons so conditioned to a measure of suspicion and unreasoning antagonism scarcely to be comprehended in these more liberal times.