Part 9 (2/2)

Walton died at the house of his son-in-law, Dr Hawkins, at Winchester

He was buried in Winchester Cathedral, in the south aisle, called Prior Silkstead's Chapel A large black marble slab is placed over his ree of Mr Bowles, ”thethe contes when he was, for so le, on the banks of the neighbouring streah Bishop of Bath and Wells, sees:--

”A stoup of ale, then, cannot fail, To cheer both heart and soul; It hath a charm, and without harm Can make a lame man whole

For he who thinks, and water drinks, Is never worth a dump: Then fill your cup, and drink it up, May he be made a pump”

DANGEROUS FOOLS

Sydney Smith writes:--If men are to be fools, it were better that they were fools in little reat; dulness, turned up with tes; and the nanimous dunce

BULWER'S POMPEIAN DRAWING-ROOM

In 1841, the author of _Pelham_ lived in Charles-street, Berkeley-square, in a small house, which he fitted up after his own taste; and an odd _melee_ of the classic and the baronial certain of the roo-rooms, we remember, was in the Elizabethan style, with an i, bristled with pendents; and this room opened into another apartment, a fac-simile of a chamber which Bulwer had visited at Pompeii, with vases, candelabra, and other furniture to correspond

James Smith has left a few notes of his visit here: ”Our host,” he says, ”lighted a perfumed pastile, modelled froan to blaze, I found myself an inhabitant of the devoted city; and, as Pliny the elder, thus addressed Bulwer, my supposed nephew:--'Our fate is accomplished, nephew! Hand me yonder volume! I shall die as a student in e on board the fleet at Misenuer delay Feel no alarm for me; I shall live in story The author of _Pelhaer”our host”

He noted, by the way, in the chamber were the busts of Hebe, Laura, Petrarch, Dante, and other worthies; Laura like our Queen

STERNE'S SERMONS

Sterne's serave rise to the following joke at Bull's Library, at Bath:--A foote's serious_ ser puzzled how to reply to his request, a gentleested, ”Give him one of Sterne's”

It has been observed, that if Sterne had never written one line e, towards the conclusion of his fifth sere the devout hope that the recording angel, whom he once invoked, will have blotted out many of his imperfections

”TOM HILL”

A few days before the close of 1840, London lost one of its choicest spirits, and humanity one of her kindest-hearted sons, in the death of Thomas Hill, Esq--”Tom Hill,” as he was called by all who loved and knew him His life exemplified one venerable proverb, and disproved another; he was born in May, 1760, and was, consequently, in his 81st year, and ”as old as the hills;” having led a long life and a inally a drysalter; but about the year 1810, having sustained a severe loss by a speculation in indigo, he retired upon the remains of his property to cha to him, ”I can do no e”

Hill, when in business at the unlettered Queenhithe, found leisure to accumulate a fine collection of books, chiefly old poetry, which afterwards, when misfortune overtook him, was valued at 6000_l_ Hill was likewise a Maecenas: he patronized two friendless poets, Bloomfield and Kirke White The _Farmer's Boy_ of the former was read and admired by him in manuscript, and was recommended to a publisher Hill also established _The Monthly Mirror_, to which Kirke White was a contributor

Hill was the Hull of Hook's _Gilbert Gurney_ He happened to know everything that was going on in all circles; and was at all ”private views” of exhibitions So especially was he favoured, that a wag recorded, when asked whether he had seen the new comet, he replied--”Pooh! pooh! I was present at the private view”