Miratur portas strepitumque, et strata viarum.--Virgil, Aen. 1.

The region upon which we are about to enter dates its existence from the earlier years of the reign of Queen Anne. John Timbs writes thus in his

Curiosities of London :

In a map of

1707

, on the south side,

King Street

, near

Golden Square

, is perfect to

Oxford Road

, between which and

Berwick Street

are fields; thence to

St. Giles's

is covered with buildings, but westward not a house is to be seen; the northern side of

Oxford Road

contains a few scattered buildings, but no semblance of streets westward of

Tottenham Court Road

.

Adam and Eve

a detached road-side public-house.

Dung-field,

the boarded house of Figg, the prize-fighter,

Long live the great Figg, by the prize-fighting swains

Sole monarch acknowledged of Marybone plains.

Figg's

sets-to

Mrs. Stokes, the City Championess, is ready to meet the Hibernian Heroine at Figg's.

That the street in its early days must have been anything but a pleasant or safe thoroughfare for travellers is pretty clear from Pennant's remark that he remembered it

a deep hollow road, and full of sloughs, with here and there a ragged house, the lurking-place of cut-throats; insomuch,

that I never was taken that way by night in my hackney-coach to a worthy uncle's, who gave me lodgings in his house in

George Street

, but I went in dread the whole way.

Jan. 30

.-Saturday last, about

ten

in the evening, as a post-chaise was coming to town, between the turnpike and

Tottenham Court Road

, .... with the Earl of March and George Augustus Selwyn, Esq., a highwayman stopped the postilion, and swore he would blow his brains out if he did not stop; on which the Earl of March jumped out of the chaise and fired a pistol, and the highwayman immediately rode off.

But we are now concerned mainly with the northern tributaries of which lie between and . We will begin, therefore, with the Circus, and work our way gradually eastwards, very leisurely, for we shall have a good deal to say before we find ourselves at Bloomsbury again.

Near the is the chief entrance to the London Crystal Palace, of the most elegant bazaars in the metropolis. This building, which has also an entrance in , was erected in , from the designs of [extra_illustrations.4.456.1] , the plan of the structure being somewhat similar to that of the Floral Hall, in Covent Garden. It is constructed chiefly of iron and glass, after the manner of its great prototype at Sydenham. The roof, which is of coloured glass, of mosaic appearance, is supported by iron columns. The nave of the building, from the entrance to the western extremity, is feet in length; from it there is a transept extending southwards to the entrance, which internally has a length of feet, giving, with the entrance-hall on that side, a total length, from north to south, of about feet. On the ground floor is a spacious hall, divided by iron columns on each side into a nave and aisles, the floor being occupied by counters for the exhibition

is a broad and respectable thoroughfare, at present almost entirely consisting of shops, largely occupied by picture-dealers and music-sellers, &c. It extends, in a direct line from to the , close by the eastern end of . The houses on each side, towards the northern end, stood back from the roadway, with gardens in front; but of late years shops have been thrown out on both sides of the way.

At this end of the street are various charitable institutions, or

homes.

On the west side of the street, near Little Port-

On the same side of the way, about half-way up, stands , for many years known as Portland Chapel. It was erected in -, and stands on a site which formed part of a basin of the Marylebone . John Timbs tells us that there is a view, by Chatelain, of this basin, which was the scene of several fatal accidents and suicides. The chapel was consecrated in , when it was dedicated to St. Paul.

Near the above church is another religious edifice, which forms a conspicuous architectural feature in the street. It is the central Jewish Synagogue, which was completed and opened in . The building is a fine specimen of Moorish design, its thoroughly Oriental style being especially exemplified in the interior, with its tiers of columns decorated with Saracenic capitals, supporting the gallery, clerestory, and lofty vaulted roof. The ark, in which are placed the sacred scrolls of the law, is situated at the south-east end of the building,

perpetual light

The Rothschild family showed much interest in, and subscribed largely to, the building fund of this new tabernacle.

At No. is the West London School of Art, with classes in architectural drawing, in drawing from life and the antique, and in design, as applied to mural, textile, and other kinds of decoration. This institution is in connection with the Government Department of Science and Art at South Kensington.

Among the eminent residents in this street mentioned by Mr. Peter Cunningham, were William Seward, author of the

Anecdotes

Ingoldsby,

Mr. Barney Maguire's Account of the Coronation of Her Majesty:

That same Sir George Smart, O!

Who played the consarto,

With his four-and-twenty fiddlers all of a row.

Weep, for the word is spoken! Mourn, for the knell hath tolled! The master-chord is broken, And the master-hand is cold. Romance hath lost her minstrel; No more his magic strain Shall throw a sweeter spell around The legends of Almaine.

His fame had flown before him To many a foreign land; His lays were sung by every tongue, And harped by every hand. He came to seek fresh laurels, But Fate was in their breath, And turned his march of triumph Into a dirge of death.

In this street, in a hackney-coach, which was conveying her home from the Dials, his mother, in , gave birth to Mr. J. T. Smith, afterwards the superintendent of the print-room at the , and the author of

Nollekens and his Times,

A Book for a Rainy Day,

In this street lodged [extra_illustrations.4.458.1]  in the early part of his career in London, as we learn from Cyrus Redding's

Fifty

Years' Recollections.

Wilkie,

is now unhappily so overwhelmed with orders for portraits that he has hardly a moment for his good-natured humorous subjects.

, between and , and running parallel to both, at time bore a very bad character for its residents. A clearance, however, was made by the parochial authorities about the year , and now it is largely occupied by public institutions, among which may be mentioned the

Girls' Home,

Boys' Home

At No. , , George Jones, R.A., was living in . He was a well-known painter of battle-pieces, and some time Librarian and afterwards Keeper of the Royal Academy. He died in .

In is the leading West-end Chapel of the Unitarian body. Its minister was for many years Mr. James Martineau, a brother of Harriet Martineau. In this chapel Mr. Charles Dickens for a time held sittings, though in later years he frequented a parish church. Mr. Forster tells us that he was led to frequent the Unitarian worship on account of his

impatience of differences with the clergymen of the Established Church on the subject of creeds and formularies.

The neighbourhood of , towards the upper end, is largely the home of artists and sculptors' studios; and on the southern side of the the marble-yards are not unlike the of a century ago. and , in this neighbourhood, are both named after villages belonging to the ducal estate; the former in Nottinghamshire, and the latter in Northamptonshire.

Facing the , in the garden of the top house on the east side of what was formerly known as , but is now styled , a few yards east of the top of , were fine elm-trees, standing as lately as the year . It was said by the late Mr. Robert Cole, to whom the house then belonged, that Lord Byron had once spent an evening under their shade.

, which connects the top of with , bears witness in its name to an establishment long since forgotten, of the Riding Academies so popular in the days of our great-grandfathers.

At No. , (now called ), Campbell was living in , and here he wrote some of his shorter poems.

, which crosses , extending from the north-east corner of to , was so called after the earldom of Mortimer, which was borne by the Harleys, conjointly with that of Oxford. At No. in this street was the studio of the sculptor Nollekens, almost as remarkable for his

The doctor, after looking at my drawing, then at the bust I was copying, put his hand heavily upon my head, pronouncing

Very well, very well.

Here I frequently saw him, and recollect his figure and dress with tolerable correctness. He was tall, and must have been, when young, a powerful man: he stooped, with his head inclined to the right shoulder: heavy brows, sleepy eyes, nose very narrow between the eye-brows, but broad at the bottom; lips enormously thick; chin wide and double. He wore a stock and wristbands; his wig was what is called a

Busby

, but often wanted powder. His hat, a

three

-cornered

one

; coats,

one

a dark mulberry, the other brown, inclining to the colour of Scotch snuff; large brass or gilt buttons; black waistcoat, and small clothes --sometimes the latter were corduroy; black stockings; large easy shoes, with buckles; latterly he used a

hooked

walking-stick; his gait was wide and awkwardly sprawling.

pouched

At No, in this street is a charitable institution in connection with All Saints' Home, in . It is called St. Elizabeth's Home, and its object is to relieve women whom the present London hospitals reject as incurable. The persons received here are chiefly those who have

seen better days,

Running parallel with , and extending from the south-east corner of to Wells Street, is , which keeps in remembrance the name of Lady Margaret Cavendish, the daughter and heiress of the and last Duke of Newcastle of that line, and wife of John Holles, Marquis of Clare and Duke of Newcastle. The duke died without male issue, and his daughter married Edward Harley, Earl of Oxford and Mortimer, whose daughter and heiress became, in her turn, as we have already seen, the wife of the Duke of Portland. The name of the duke's title, Marquis of Titchfield, is given to the street running parallel with , on its eastern side, and reaching from to the ; whilst , close by, is named after the duke's estate in Derbyshire.

In was the chapel of the Rev. David Williams, the founder of the Royal Literary Fund. For the facts contained in the following account of him we are indebted to Dr. Robert Chambers'

Book of Days :

In Campbell occupied chambers during the day, whilst editing the , though he lived at Sydenham, and went home every night by the stage-coach. Mr. Cyrus Redding writes thus of him in his

Fifty

Years' Recollections :

When Belzoni returned from Egypt I went to see his exhibition of the Egyptian tombs. He appeared little altered, and as I was going to take coffee with Campbell, I asked him if he would like to be acquainted with the poet,

Campbell being curious about everything relating to the East. He said he should like to go at that moment, and I took him. The king, the queen, and Bergami then occupied the attention of the public. Belzoni and I passing through

Bond Street

, his remarkable stature and foreign appearance attracted attention. Somebody gave out that it was Bergami. People stopped to stare at us, and a crowd rapidly collected. Belzoni proposed we should get out of the larger thoroughfares, which we did, he moving his Herculean form rapidly onwards. We crossed into

Hanover Square

, still followed by some of the mob; then crossing

Oxford Street

, we were soon in

Margaret Street

, and ensconced in the poet's lodgings. When Belzoni stood by Campbell, I thought of

Ajax the Less and Ajax the son of Telamon.

I never saw Belzoni but once after this, before he started on the African expedition in which he died. He was an unassuming, quiet man, on whose merit I am convinced there were wrongful attempts made to cast a cloud. His knowledge was strictly practical; indeed, he pretended to nothing more.

On another occasion Cyrus Redding paid a visit to the poet in his apartments here, which he thus records :--

Walter Scott was in town soon after the New Monthly Magazine commenced. He was too much engaged, and too anti-Whig to be enrolled at any price in our pages. One day Scott called in Margaret Street; he was going away as I went in. When he was gone, Campbell tried at an impromptu. Don't speak for a moment, said the poet, I have it. Quoth the South to the North,In your comfortless sky Not a nightingale sings.True,the North made reply; But your nightingale's warblings, I envy them not, When I think of the strains of my Burns and my Scott!

Cyrus Redding, like a

Fidus Achates

In this street, between Great Portland and Regent Streets, was formerly the West London Jewish Synagogue. It was built in , from the designs of Mr. Mocatta, and consisted of a square building, surrounded on sides with Ionic columns supporting the ladies' gallery, whence rose other columns, receiving semi-circular arches, crowned by a bold cornice and lantern light. The ark, which completed the side, was surmounted by a decorated entablature, above which were placed the tablets of the Commandments. This edifice has been superseded by the new building in , above described.

In stands [extra_illustrations.4.460.1] , a handsome modern building of red brick, in the simplest and severest style externally, though its interior is more richly decorated than any other church of the Anglican communion in London. Until about there stood here a poor, meagre, and gloomy little structure, built in the year , and known as

Margaret Street

Chapel.

Tracts for the Times,

The following , said to be from the pen of a clerical wit of our day, in all probability contains an allusion to this sacred edifice:--

In a church that is furnished with mullion and gable, With altar and reredos, with gurgoyle and groin, The penitents' dresses are seal-skin and sable, The odour of sanctity's Eau de Cologne.

But if only could Lucifer flying from Hades Gaze down on this crowd with its panniers and paints, He could say, as he looked at the lords and the ladies, Oh! where is All Sinners, if this is All Saints?

At the corner of Margaret and Wells Street, opposite the church, and more or less dependent on it and its clergy, are various religious houses and homes, in which the work of Christian charity is conducted by ladies, who style themselves the

All Saints' Sisterhood;

has had in its time, among its residents, a few men of note in the world of art. Mr. Cunningham mentions the names of Richard Wilson, the landscape painter, who, in , lived at No. . Again, Loutherbourg, the landscape painter, resided for some years at No. ; and No. was the residence of Mr. Bonomi, R.A.

In this street was formerly a place of worship for the

Independents ;

Providence Chapel,

Providence having allowed the chapel to be destroyed, Providence might rebuild it, for he would not,

Cirencester Place, the former name of the north end of , recorded of the inferior titles of the Duke of Portland, who is also Baron of Cirencester. Like , it was formerly tenanted by an unsatisfactory population; but these were cleared out a few years ago; and, the houses being numbered as part of Titchfield Street, the name disappeared.

, a thoroughfare extending from Upper to Wells Street, and passing across the north of , is probably named after an inn which bore that sign, and it has a history of its own. At No. , [extra_illustrations.4.461.1] , the Royal Academician, resided in , when in the height of his professional reputation and engagements. Here Edmund Burke gave him sittings for a portrait painted at the request of their mutual friend, Dr. Brocklesby. The painter here entertained Burke at a homely dinner, cooking the beefsteak on the fire in his parlour, and availing himself of the great orator's aid in the operation. Barry died in , at the house of his friend and neighbour, Mr. Bonomi.

At No. , Dr. Johnson and his wife were living, as we learn from Boswell, in , on his visit to London; and it was in this street, at the house of some Miss Cotterells, his opposite neighbours, that the great lexicographer met and was introduced to Sir Joshua Reynolds. It was also whilst living here that he made the acquaintance of Edmund Cave, to whom he addressed several letters, printed in Boswell's

Life,

was so called either from the , to which it was adjacent, or, more probably, after Harley, Earl of Oxford, the original ground landlord. It was erected in , as shown by the date in the brass vane which surmounts its centre. The vane bears upon it the initials

H. E. H.,

the most classic of London markets ;

classic

[extra_illustrations.4.461.2]  stands on the north side of , about yards east of the Circus; it stretches backwards as far as . It occupies the site of a building formerly known as the Queen's Bazaar, which had existed for some years, but never gained popularity. It was destroyed by fire in , but rebuilt. In were exhibited here Mr. Roberts's great picture of the

Departure of the Israelites out of Egypt,

Physiorama,

The building of the theatre was a costly and unsuccessful speculation, and it nearly ruined Hamlet, the great silversmith of . In it was entirely remodelled, from the designs of Nelson, and decorated by Mr. Crace; and it was opened in the September of that year with a series of promenade concerts. It is a chaste, elegant,

The history of the theatre is chiefly remarkable for its having been the scene of Mr. Charles Kean's Shakespearian revivals, which were commenced in , and continued for years. In putting these plays on the stage Mr. Kean spared no expense, and shirked no amount of study and trouble; and the theatrical world and the public at large are largely indebted to his liberality and erudition for the admirably correct costumes and which were in his time characteristic of the plays at the Princess's. In all this he was ably seconded by Mrs. Kean (formerly known as Miss Ellen Tree), who entered warmly into the spirit of his work of revival. In the year he adapted and produced Byron's play of , and varied his Shakesperian revivals by putting on the boards at various times Sheridan's ., and other standard dramas. In the year , on his resigning the managenent of the theatre, Mr. Kean was invited to a dinner in St. James's Hall, where a large company, with the Duke of Newcastle in the chair, assembled to do honour to the famous tragedian and spirited

The theatre subsequently passed into the hands of Messrs. Webster and Chatterton, of the , and Mr. Dion Boucicault for some time figured as the leading actor. In a drama entitled the was performed here to overflowing houses. The play, however, like many others of a similar character which have been since produced, appears to have aimed more at

sensationalism

Life,

but an inferior style of theatrical taste.

We must here cross for a few minutes to the south side of , in order to speak of or matters which escaped us in our wanderings westward. Nearly opposite the Princess's Theatre, in , was at

A strange occurrence is related by tradition as having happened in about the time that Dr. Johnson lodged in it. A coach drew up late evening at the door of a surgeon, Mr. Brooks, who was in the habit of buying

subjects

subject

subject

In , the next turning eastward on the same side of , was living, in , Mr. Burney, the friend and correspondent of Dr. Johnson, so often mentioned by Boswell. This street has also numbered among its residents Dr. Macaulay, the husband of the authoress, Mrs. Macaulay; Dr. Burney, the author of the

History of Music;

In , on the same side, not far from , is an inn called the

North Pole,

where there is no north beyond it.

Re-crossing , we now leave the Portland property on our left, and pass into that belonging to Lord Berners' family. Wells Street, which crosses the eastern end of , is narrow and crooked, and therefore more ancient than its neighbours. Its name is probably a corruption of , and so called after Well, in Yorkshire, the seat of the family of Strangeways, from whom Lady Berners descends. Here [extra_illustrations.4.464.1] , the author of

The Minstrel,

Truth,

In this street is the handsome district church of St. Andrew's, erected in from the designs of Mr. Dankes. It is in the Early Perpendicular Gothic styie, and has a tower and spire upwards of feet high. At the east end is a large painted glass window, by Hardman. The services are. intoned, but

plain-song and anthems are used instead of Gregorian compositions ;

, so called after the family title of its ground-landlord, runs northward a little to the east of Wells Street. It was built about the middle of the last century, and has always been celebrated as the

home and haunt

Tales of Real Life,

Poems,

Simple Tales,

As we saunter up we are irresistibly reminded of of Theodore Hook's earliest pranks, when his life was already a succession of boisterous buffooneries. This was in the year ; and the lady on whom it was practised, says Mr. Peter Cunningham, was a Mrs. Tottingham, living at No. . Hook, it appears, had laid a wager that

in

one

week that nice quiet dwelling should be the most famous in all London.

within the bills of mortality,

wagons of coal and potatoes, to books, prints, feathers, ices, jellies, and cranberry tarts,

Hook had provided himself with a lodging nearly opposite the fated house; and there, with a couple of trusty allies, he watched the development of his midday melodrame. But some of the

dramatis personae

were seldom, if ever, alluded to in later times. He had no objection to bodying forth the arrival of the Lord Mayor and his chaplain, invited to take the death-bed confession of a peculating commoncouncilman; but he would have buried in oblivion that no less liberty was taken with the Governor of

the Bank, the Chairman of the East India Company, a Lord Chief Justice, a Cabinet Minister-above all, with the Archbishop of Canterbury, and his Royal Highness the Commander-in-Chief. They all obeyed the summons--every pious and patriotic feeling had been most movingly appealed to. We are not sure that they all reached

Berners Street

; but the Duke of York's military punctuality and crimson liveries brought him to the point of attack before the poor widow's astonishment had risen to terror and despair. Perhaps no assassination, no conspiracy, no royal demise or ministerial revolution of recent times was a greater godsend to the newspapers than this audacious piece of mischief. In Hook's own theatrical world he was instantly suspected, but no sign escaped either him or his confidants. The affair was beyond that circle a serious

one

. Fierce were the growlings of the doctors and surgeons, scores of whom had been cheated of valuable hours. Attorneys, teachers of all kinds, male and female, hair-dressers, tailors, popular preachers, parliamentary philanthropists, had been alike victimised, and were in their various notes alike vociferous. But the tangible material damage done was itself no joking matter. There had been an awful smashing of glass, china, harpsichords, and coach-panels. Many a horse fell, never to rise again. Beer-barrels and wine-barrels had been overturned and exhausted with impunity amidst the press of countless multitudes. It had been a fine field-day for the pickpockets. There arose a fervent hue and cry for the detection of the wholesale deceiver and destroyer.

Hook, after this escapade, found it convenient to have a severe fit of illness, and then to recruit his health by a prolonged country tour. The affair, however, having been a days' (or, possibly, a weeks') wonder, blew over, and the unknown author of the hoax re-appeared with his usual coolness in the green-room of the theatre.

forms the head-quarters of several foreign and charitable institutions, some of which have been established ever since the last century. In was founded the Society for the Relief of Widows and Orphans of Medical Men. The Medical and Chirurgical Society was established in , and incorporated in , for the cultivation and promotion of medicine and surgery. The society possesses a good library, numbering some volumes. Here, too, are the Obstetrical Society of London, instituted in ; and the Pathological Society, founded in . The lastnamed society was instituted for the exhibition and examination of specimens, drawings, microscopic preparations, casts or models of morbid parts, with accompanying written or oral descriptions, illustrative of pathological science. All the abovemen- tioned medical societies, together with another styled the Clinical Society of London, are accommodated in the same house (No. ).

Adjoining this building (No. ) is Hospital for Stone. This charitable institution was established in o, and its object is to benefit as large a number as possible of suffering poor by affording them, without a letter of recommendation, the advantages of hospital accommodation; to improve medical and surgical knowledge on the subjects specially treated of here, by bringing together a large number of patients suffering from those diseases, and thus affording opportunities for observation and classification; and, in the cases of patients suffering from stone, to investigate the best means of accomplishing its removal with the least possible danger to the life of the patient, and, whenever practicable, to substitute lithotrity for lithotomy. The practice of the hospital is open to all students and members of the profession.

At No. are the offices of the Ladies' Sanitary Association, and also the Society for Promoting the Employment of Women. At No. is the Berners Women's Club- of the experiments in this direction. In the same house are the offices of the Central Committee of the National Society for Women's Suffrage. The London Association for the Protection of Trade has its office at No. .

In , at the top of , the view down which it commands, is the [extra_illustrations.4.466.1] . The building, which is of brick, and very extensive, comprises a centre and wings; it is fitted up with baths, laboratory works, ventilating shaft, and, indeed, all the necessary appliances for comfort, &c. The hospital dates from about or years after the splendid bequest of Thomas Guy, the penurious bookseller of . It was established, in , in , , for sick and lame persons, and for lying--in married women. It was removed, in , to its present site, when it stood among green fields and lanes. Since the midwifery patients, to the number of nearly a yearly, instead of being received as inmates, are attended at their own homes by the medical officers of the hospital. The cancer wards were founded by a gift of from [extra_illustrations.4.466.2] , in , to which other gifts and legacies were added. A remarkable incident in the history of the hospital is that in it became a refuge for many of the French royalist emigrants driven from France by the Jacobin Reign of Terror. The buildings were

The hospital contains beds for upwards of patients. Of these are devoted to the cancer establishment, instituted in the year , where the patient is allowed to remain

until relieved by art or released by death;

This hospital has numbered among its surgeons and physicians men of the highest eminence in the medical profession; besides which it has been the cradle of many eminent careers in surgery.

In Sir Charles Bell was appointed surgeon to this hospital, an important step in his early professional progress. We have spoken of him somewhat later in life, in our account of the School of Surgery (page ). It was he to whom is ascribed the saying that

London is a place to live in, not to die in;

The southern side of , which is continued by into , presents a busy appearance, especially on Friday and Saturday evenings; and as of the few street markets remaining at the West-end, and probably destined at no long interval to disappear, may claim a short notice. To the long row of stallkeepers on its southern side, who display their stores of fish, fruit, and vegetables in hand-barrows and baskets, and on movable slabs, we may apply the words of Henry Mayhew :--

The scene in these parts has more of the character of a fair than of a market. There are hundreds of stalls, and every stall has its

one

or

two

lights; either it is illuminated by the intense white light of the new self-generating gas-lamp, or else it is brightened up by the red smoking flame of the old-fashioned grease lamps.

One

man shows off his yellow haddock with a candle stuck in a bundle of firewood; his neighbour makes his candlestick of a huge turnip, and the tallow gutters over its sides; while the boy shouting

Eight a penny pears!

has rolled his dip in a thick coat of brown paper, that flares away with the candle. Some stalls are crimson with a fire shining through the holes beneath the baked chestnut stove. Others have handsome octohedral lamps; while a few have a candle shining through a sieve. These, with the sparkling ground-glass of the tea-dealers' shops, and the butchers' gas-lights streaming and fluttering in the wind like flags of flame, pour forth such a flood of light, that at a distance the atmosphere immediately above the spot is as lurid as if the street was on fire.

, which runs north and south, a little to the west of the , was so named in compliment to the royal house from which King William III. was sprung.

, which severs the Portland from the Southampton estate, is a good broad street, extending from in a south-easterly direction to the corner of , close by , and, together with , affords a direct communication into . On the eastern side of is a dull, heavy building, formerly Union Workhouse, but which was taken, in , as the Central London Sick Asylum Infirmary, by the joint action of the several parishes of , , , and .

was built between the years and , and was, from the , inhabited by artists of celebrity, and its shops at the present time still having among them several devoted to art studies. [extra_illustrations.4.466.3]  and Bacon, the sculptors, both lived in this street; as also did Benjamin West, the president of the Royal Academy. Cyrus Redding, in his

Fifty

Years' Recollections,

a man of few words, grave, and I imagine,

not possessed of much acquired information beyond his art. I remember there were numerous sketches in his gallery, but that of

Death on the Pale Horse

struck me most as a composition. It was, indeed, of a high character.

In , No. was in the occupation of Thomas Stothard, R.A., the designer of the Waterloo shield at Apsley House; and other royal academicians of lesser note figure in the Royal Blue Book

At No. is the London Artisans' Club and Institute, and No. is the National Hospital for Diseases of the Heart.

In this street is a large public room called Cambridge Hall, where lectures on secular and religious subjects are delivered. In some temporary celebrity was given to it by a man named Newton, who professed to be able to work miraculous cures on all who came to him with a sufficient stock of faith. Numbers of persons responded to his call, most of them being females, of course; and in some of them faith, or mind, had so great a command over the body and the nervous system, that they went away feeling or regarding themselves as cured. But this strange

popular delusion

At No. is Mr. Heatherley's School of Art, where many, if not most, of the rising artists of the time have made their commencement in artistic practice. It was formerly kept by a Mr. Leigh, who succeeded William Etty, the Royal Academician. Though the artists are

flown to another retreat,

Some of the shop-fronts on the north side of about this point are very fanciful and picturesque. At the corner of , No. , the shop of Messrs. Battam and Co., decorators, has a or Elizabethan front,

a picturesque composition of pedestals, consoles, or semi-caryatid figures.

Amid all its bustle and business, has nevertheless had a touch of

the romantic,

never see the light of the sun I

apartments,

[extra_illustrations.4.456.1] Mr. Owen Jones

[extra_illustrations.4.457.1] Feast of Tabernacles--North London Synagogue

[extra_illustrations.4.457.2] Marriage of Leopold de Rothschild in Jewish Synagogue, 1881

[extra_illustrations.4.457.3] Jewish Synagogue--Great St. Helen's

[extra_illustrations.4.458.1] Wilkie

[extra_illustrations.4.459.1] Nollekens

[extra_illustrations.4.460.1] All Saints' Church

[] See Vol. II., p, 284.

[extra_illustrations.4.461.1] James Barry

[extra_illustrations.4.461.2] The Princess's Theatre

[extra_illustrations.4.464.1] Dr. Beattie

[extra_illustrations.4.466.1] Middlesex Hospital

[extra_illustrations.4.466.2] Mr. Samuel Whitbread

[extra_illustrations.4.466.3] Banks

[extra_illustrations.4.466.4] Rev. Edward Irving