Hospital, where the martyrs were consumed by flame, was long clearly indicated, being near a large board; the ground about the stake was paved with stones, circularly placed.

On the north side of Holborn Hill are Ely-place and Hatton Garden, the former deriving its name from the episcopal palace of the bishops of Ely— the latter from the adjoining residence of Sir Christopher Hatton, the graceful courtier and eminent statesman of the reign of Queen Elizabeth. Ely House, in the days of its splendor, was very stately: the grounds covered twenty acres. It was founded in 1290, and was the scene of some stirring events. Here "old John o' Gaunt, time-honored Lancaster," breathed his last, and according to Shakespeare, admonishing his dissipated nephew, Richard II. Here too, says Holinshed, "did assemble that memorable council, and was enacted the terrible drama which was followed by the arrest of Lord Stanley, and of Jane Shore, the execution of Lord Hastings, and the dethronement and death of the ill-fated Edward the Fifth !" Here also took place some royal entertainments, and among the number that at which Henry VIII. and Catharine of Arragon sat as guests, which lasted five days. The last "mystery," or sacred drama, represented in England, that of "Christ's Passion," was, it is said, per

formed at Ely House in the reign of James the First. Sir Christopher Hatton breathed his last in Hatton House, dying, it is reported, of a broken heart, in consequence of his being unable to repay £40,000 which Queen Elizabeth formerly lent him, and which she had pressed him to return. In Cross-street, Hatton Garden, lived the eminent divine, Whiston; and here, also, in modern times, shone, for a season, that "bright particular star"that theological Demosthenes-Edward Irving, whose brief but brilliant career as a pulpit orator for a time made this obscure nook the resort of the wealth and fashion of the metropolis. It was here Irving presented his most striking and imposing air of originality, both as to his physique and his gigantic powers. Erect and stately in his bearing, his tall figure and most expressive features shrouded by masses of long black hair, parted on the forehead and flowing down his back, he looked like one of the olden time,-reminding us of those magnates of apostolic mould and mien, whose names shine so lustrously over the medieval history of the Church. The flashing glance of his piercing dark eye, in its "fine frenzy rolling," at once proclaimed him to be of no ordinary standard; and when the energy of his soul was kindled up, such was the witchery of his fervid and impassioned appeals,

that multitudes were held spell-bound by his utterance, with an inexpressible fascination. His discourses partook more of the epic than the sermon ; modelled closely from the great masters in theology, he possessed not only their quaint beauty of diction, but also their rich poetic imagery and illustration, as well as their masterly logic. His terrible denunciations against the vices incident to the higher ranks of society were hurled with fearless intrepidity, and often were these rebukes thundered in their very ears. In this respect he seemed to resemble the invincible John Knox. Yet did the aristocracy crowd his chapel to such a degree as almost to exclude everybody else; Brougham, Canning, the Duke of York, Hazlitt, Kean, Wordsworth, and hosts of other celebrities were among his attendants.

St. Andrew's, Holborn, was erected by Wren, in 1686. The far-famed Sacheverel was once a rector of this church. The parish registers record the baptism and burial of two of our most unfortunate sons of song:-under the 18th of January, 1696-7, the baptism of Richard Savage; and under the 28th of August, 1770, the burial of Thomas Chatterton. In Holborn, between King-street and Southampton-street, lived Sir Kenelm Digby. The Blue Boar Inn, No. 270 High Holborn, is where a letter from Charles I. was intercepted by Cromwell and

Ireton, disguised as troopers. This letter is said to have determined the king's execution.

The thoroughfare formerly known as Fleur-delys Court, but now yclept Lion's Head Court, is celebrated for having been the dwelling-place of Dryden. The following quaint allusion to the act we cite from the admirable "Recreations of W. Zigzag the Elder:"

"From Fetter-lane to Poet's Corner-toil, penury, and ignoble strife; with some brief glimpses of that thing by mortals called immortality ;—the boon of the few really great, which men tardily award, some century or so after the grave has closed over them, and the mockery of marble has proclaimed that he who in vain asked bread has at least received a stone; where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest:' then do booksellers reckon the gain of new editions, by sums one tithe of which would have provided the author with something more than a clean shirt and a dinner; the former a luxury only to be enjoyed by the concession of a laundress, her temper growing shorter in proportion to the increasing longitude of her bill, and the latter partaken too often with the Barmecide, or at the hospitable board of Duke Humphrey; such in the days of the Second Charles, of blessed memory, was the fate of the poet dependant upon