In a palace on the site of Hatton Garden, died John of Gaunt. _Brook House_, at the corner of Brook Street, Holborn, was the residence of Sir Fulke Greville, Lord Brook, the friend of Sir Philip Sydney. In the same street died Chatterton, by poison, and was buried in the Workhouse, Shoe Lane. In Gray’s Inn lived, and meditated, Lord Bacon. At the corner of Chancery Lane, Fleet Street, Cowley was born. In Salisbury Court, Fleet Street, was the house of Thomas Sackville, first Earl of Dorset, one of the first authors of English Tragedy. In Bolt Court, not far distant, lived Dr. Johnson. Congreve died in Surrey Street, Strand, at his own house. In Maiden Lane, Covent Garden, Voltaire lodged while in London, at the sign of the White Peruke. In Leicester Square was the town mansion of the Sydneys, Earl of Leicester, and the families of Sir Philip and Algernon Sydney. Dryden lived and died in Gerard Street. Newton lived in St. Martin’s Street. Steele in Bury Street, St. James’s. Spencer died at an inn where he put up, in King Street, Westminster. Sir Thomas More lived at Chelsea. Addison lived and died in Holland House, Kensington. Handel lived in Brook Street, Grosvenor Square, and Gibbon in Bentinck Street, Manchester Square. De Foe kept a hosier’s shop in Cornhill. ❦ _The Graves of the Departed loved._ With fairest flowers I’ll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that’s like thy face, pale primrose; Nor the azured harebell, like thy veins; No, nor the leaf of eglantine, Which, not to slander it, outsweeten’d Not thy breath. “These to renew with more than annual care, That wakeful love with pensive step will go; The hand that lifts the dibble shakes with fear, Lest haply it disturb the friend below. Vain fear! yet who that boasts a heart to feel, An eye to pity, would that fear reprove? They only who are cursed with breasts of steel Can mock the foibles of surviving love.” ❦ [Sidenote: Eyes of the Mind.] Objects are but bright and happy as the eyes of the mind see them; with a vision clouded or unclouded by its secret shadow. ❦ La Philosophie triomphe aisément des maux passés et des maux à venir; mais les maux présens triomphent d’elle. ❦ [Sidenote: Refinement.] Those who rail at poetry and refinement as superfluous ingredients in every day happiness, little know what main props they thus seek to undermine. These will abide when even principles wave. _Manly delicacy_ is as necessary in family life as manly rectitude; and _womanly tact_ as womanly virtue. There is as much happiness wrecked from the absence of the one, as of the other, and perhaps more. Those who neglect the _varnishes_ of life, commit an insidious sin towards themselves: and these lie in the _mind_, and not in the _purse_. ❦ _Delights of Sea Bathing as_ usually _the custom_.