that of Battle Bridge to King's Cross in compliment to that ugly lump of stone. The statue was taken down in 1842, and the pedestal turned into a police station. It was afterwards removed altogether. Some memorial worthy of its associations ought, however, to mark the spot.

CAMDEN TOWN AND KENTISH TOWN ALMSHOUSES.

These almshouses were founded by Mrs. Esther Greenwood, of Cumberland Terrace, Regent's Park. They provide an asylum rent free for aged women of indigent circumstances and good character, preference being given to the inhabitants of Camden or Kentish Town. They are situate in Little Randolph Street.

MIDDLESEX HOSPITAL.

This institution for the reception of sick and lame, and for lying-in married women, was originally instituted in Windmill Street, Tottenham Court Road, in 1745. Patients are admitted on a letter from a governor or contributor. All accidents are admitted without any recommendation. It was afterwards removed to its present large and commodious building, erected for the purpose, fronting Berners Street, in the adjoining parish.

CHARLES EATON OF THE "THREE TUNS."

The following advertisement, from the London Gazette of Jan. 4, 1691, is interesting as showing the state of the country at that date. To arrest a man, known to be the landlord of a public-house in St. Pancras, under the suspicion of his having committed felony and robbery, and exhibit him like a wild beast in a cage, only making it a free exhibition, is so singular that it is well worthy conservation :—

"Now in the custody of the keeper of their Majestys' gaol at St. Alban's, with others, Charles Eaton, a little thin short man, pale face, and grey eyes, professeth to be a dancing master, and keeps the Three Tuns, at Battle Bridge, the lower end of Gray's Inn lane, is suspected to have committed several felonies and robberies (on the highway). Such as have been robbed may have a view of him at the gaol aforesaid."

THE LADY OF SIX HUSBANDS.

At No. 3, Swinton Street, Gray's Inn Road, near the Pindar of Wakefield, lived for many years a lady who became the wife of six husbands. She had buried three when she came into the parish, and shortly after taking up her residence here, she married her fourth husband, a Mr. Keating, who was money taker at one of the theatres. After his death, and when over seventy years of age, she united herself with Mr. Callagan, who was box-office keeper at the Adelphi, and who at the time of their marriage was only thirty-two. Such an union reminds us of Tom Moore's song on "A Man may not marry his Grandmother." This young man, however, on returning home from the theatre one morning, about one o'clock, was seized with a fit near

Russell Square, and expired almost immediately, leaving the old lady again a disconsolate widow. After a short season of mourning, she tried again, and became the wife of Mr. Francis, of Hoxton, who survived her. She possessed an annuity of £200 per annum, which on her decease (having no children by any of her six husbands) descended to Mr. Barry, the actor.

CABINET THEATRE, KING'S CROSS.

This neat little theatre, like its fellow in Tottenham Street, Tottenham Court Road, has passed under many aliases. Each new management sought out some fresh name. It was originally known as "The Philharmonic,' then as "The Royal King's Cross Theatre," afterwards as "The Royal Clarence Theatre,” and is now denominated “The Cabinet Theatre." It is principally engaged as an amateur establishment. At the time it was known as "The North London Athenæum," Mr. George Bennett, of Sadler's Wells, read lectures there on the "Morality of Shakespeare's Plays." It is now at all times open for hire, either for a single performance or for a season.

PRIMROSE HILL.

Primrose Hill (which had its name from the primroses that formerly grew here in great plenty), between Tottenham Court and Hampstead, had been also called Green-Berry Hill, from the names of three persons who were executed for the assassination of Sir Edmundbury Godfrey, and who were said to have brought him hither after he had been murdered at

Somerset House. But Mr. Hume, while he considers this tragical affair as not to be accounted for, chooses to suspect, however unreasonably, that "Sir Edmund had murdered himself." The place where the corpse was found is thus described in a letter to Mr. Miles Prance, in 1681

"As to the place, it was in a ditch on the south side of Primrose Hill, surrounded with divers closes, fenced in with high mounds and ditches; no road near, only some deep dirty lanes, made only for the convenience of driving cows, and such-like cattle, in and out of the grounds; and these very lanes not coming near 500 yards of the place, and impossible for any man on horseback, with a corpse before him at midnight, to approach, unless gaps were made in the mounds, as the constable and his assistants found by experience when they came on horseback thither."

DR. SQUINTUM.

The following doggerel Ballad* relating to the Rev. George Whitfield was sung about the streets in those neighbourhoods where it was known this wonderful man was about to preach :

FRIENDLY ADVICE FOR DR. SQUINTUM.

(To the tune of " Nancy Dawson.")

Of all the knaves and all the fools

That ever left the public schools

To make the honest poor their tools
The worst is Dr. Squintum.

*This exceedingly rare Ballad was kindly supplied by Rufus Waugh, Esq., from a transcript taken for his "Whitfieldiana" from the only known copy, now in the British Museum Library.

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With heart of steel and front of brass,
The rascal for a saint would pass,
But much an owl, and much an ass,
Is this same Dr. Squintum.

"Do nothing and be saved," he cries,
His stupid audience close their eyes,
And groan in concert to the lies

Of canting Dr. Squintum.

Foote's comic powers have charm'd the town,
His ridicule might well go down,

Which did such service to the gown

So popular was the Ballad, that while it was loudly sung by the lower classes as they went on their way, it was also hummed by every lover of song almost involuntarily. The following instance will show the fascination of the song on degenerate minds. Two young men, with as little religion and decency as wit, commenced singing it in Whitfield Chapel, to the disturbance of public worship, and being remonstrated with, renewed their song, when they were given into custody. No vindictive feeling actuating the only course left, it was agreed to accept an apology :

"The two young men who made the disturbance on Sunday night at Mr. Whitfield's Tabernacle, and were committed to prison, have been discharged, on asking pardon in the public newspaper. They had the rudeness, in the middle of the service, to disturb the congregation with singing the burlesque song of 'Doctor Squintum.'