_The Temple Gardens, from Crown Office Row_, 14 _By John Fulleylove._
_A Corner in the Blue-Coat School_, 18 _By Herbert Railton._
_The East India House_, 26 _By Herbert Railton._
_The Feathers Tavern_, 48 _By Herbert Railton._
_No. 20 Russell Street, Covent Garden_, 78 _By Herbert Railton._
_The Cottage in Colebrook Row_, 96 _By Herbert Railton._
_Lamb’s two Houses at Enfield_, 102 _By John Fulleylove._
_No. 34 Southampton Buildings_, 122 _By Herbert Railton._
_Charles Lamb--the Maclise Portrait_, 126
_Fac-simile of a Receipt for a Legacy_, 128 _Signed by Charles Lamb as Guardian for his Sister Mary._
_The Walden House at Edmonton_, 130 _By John Fulleylove._
_Edmonton Church, from Lamb’s Grave_, 136 _By John Fulleylove._
_The Grave of Charles and Mary Anne Lamb at Edmonton_, 140 _By John Fulleylove._
“The sun set; but set not his hope: Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: Fixed on the enormous galaxy, Deeper and older seemed his eye; And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of time. He spoke, and words more soft than rain Brought the Age of Gold again: His action won such reverence sweet, As hid all measure of the feat.” --EMERSON.
“Far from me, and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us, indifferent and unmoved, over any ground, which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue.” --SAMUEL JOHNSON.
Such is the legend that catches one’s eye, plain for all men to see, on many a hoarding in London streets. Behind those boards, wide or high, on which the callous contractor shamelessly blazons his dreadful trade--“Old Houses Bought to be Pulled Down”--he is stupidly pickaxing to pieces historic bricks and mortar which ought to be preserved priceless and imperishable. Within only a few years, I have had to look on, while thus were broken to bits and carted away to chaos John Dryden’s dwelling-place in Fetter Lane, Benjamin Franklin’s and Washington Irving’s lodgings in Little Britain, Byron’s birthplace in Hollis Street, Milton’s “pretty garden-house,” in Petty France, Westminster. The spacious fireplace by which the poet sat, during his fast-darkening days--for in this house he lost his first wife and his eyesight--was knocked down, as only one among other numbered lots, to stolid builders. And the stone, “Sacred to Milton, the Prince of Poets”--placed in the wall facing the garden, by William Hazlitt, living here early in our century, beneath which Jeremy Bentham, occupant of the adjoining house, was wont to make his guests fall on their knees--this stone has gone to “patch a wall to expel the winter’s flaw.”