waking dream. He never seemed to know where he was, but imagined himself to be still in the steamboat. The rattling of carriages and the noises of the street sometimes disturbed this illusion, and then he fancied himself at the polling of Jedburgh, where he had been insulted and stoned. During the whole of this period of apparent helplessness, the great features of his character could not be mistaken. He always exhibited great self-possession, and acted his part with wonderful power whenever visited, though he relapsed the next moment into the stupor from which strange voices had roused him. A gentleman stumbled over a chair in his dark room; he immediately started up, and, though unconscious that it was a friend, expressed as much concern and feeling as if he had never been labouring under the irritation of disease. It was impossible, even for those who most constantly saw and waited on him in his then deplorable condition, to relax from the habitual deference which he had always inspired. He expressed his will as determinedly as ever, and enforced it by the same apt and good-natured irony as he was wont to use. At length his constant yearning

'To the disgrace of the Scottish nation, whom he had delighted with his writings, honoured with his genius, and enriched by the crowds of strangers which flocked to their country to visit the scenes which his pen has immortalised, this great man, as is well known, during an election at Jedburgh, was stoned and actually spit at by a brutal populace!

to return to Abbotsford induced his physicians to consent to his removal; and the moment this was notified to him it seemed to infuse new vigour into his frame. It was on a calm clear afternoon of the 7th of July that every preparation was made for his embarkation on board the steamboat. He was placed on a chair by his faithful. servant, Nicholson, half-dressed, and loosely wrapt in a quilted dressing-gown. He requested Lockhart and myself to wheel him toward the light of the open window, and we both remarked the vigorous lustre of his eye. He sat there silently gazing on space for more than half an hour, apparently wholly occupied with his own thoughts, and having no distinct perception of where he was, or how he came there. He suffered himself to be lifted into his carriage, which was surrounded by a crowd, among whom were many gentlemen on horseback, who had loitered about to gaze on the scene. His children were deeply affected, and Mrs. Lockhart trembled from head to foot, and wept bitterly. Thus surrounded by those nearest to him, he alone was unconscious of the cause or the depth of their grief, and while yet alive seemed to be carried to his grave."

On the 7th of July, 1832, Sir Walter embarked on board the steam-vessel for Scotland. On the IIth his eye once more brightened up as it caught the familiar waters of the Tweed, and when at length he recognised the Towers of his own

Abbotsford, he sprang up in the carriage with a cry of delight. On the 21st of September the mighty master of romance and song had ceased to exist.

"Oh! who, like him, could soar from zone to zone,
And paint alike the cottage and the throne!
Feelings that still from every bosom flow,
Yet flowed the same a thousand years ago;
Joy in her wildness, anguish in her throes,
The rich man's pageantry, the poor man's woes;
Nature, the same in all her various climes,
The picture of all countries and all times;
Warming each heart to soar on Fancy's wings,
And making peasants intimate with kings.
His name is blazed in many a distant land,

By foreign tongues his wondrous words are scanned;
Millions unborn, their magic to partake,

Shall learn the language for the poet's sake.
Him, too, shall virtue mourn, whose muse begot
'No line which dying he could wish to blot; '
The master-spirit, who has left behind

An universal debtor in mankind!

Then, had ye seen him heave the generous sigh,
Where Anguish groaned, and Want retired to die;
Seen how his glance in gentlest pity fell,

To soothe those pangs his pen could draw so well;
Or, where the circle closed around the fire,
Watched the kind husband, and th' indulgent sire;
Warm from your hearts would flow the fond regard, –
Ye'd love the Christian, as ye prize the bard.
Ev'n when he wandered on a foreign shore,

To seek that health which must return no more;
Ev'n then from that worn frame no groan was wrung,
No fretful murmur faltered on his tongue;

But one fond wish his native land to reach,
And fix his dying eyes on that loved beach;
The land his childhood roamed, his manhood prized,
The scenes his genius has immortalised!"

-J. H. J.

CHAPTER VII.

PALL MALL.

Former State of Pall Mall

Sir Thomas Wyatt — Murder of Thynne Charles the Second's Mistresses - Beau Fielding's Strange Adventure-Schomberg House - Star and GarterDuke of Buckingham's Residence-Carlton House.

ABOUT the year 1660 the tract of ground on which Pall Mall, St. James's Square, and Piccadilly now stand consisted of open fields, St. James's Street alone being partially built. The wall of St. James's Park ran along the site of the houses on the south side of Pall Mall, and the only buildings to be seen west of Charing Cross were a small church, the name of which is not remembered; the conduit, a small Gothic building, which stood nearly on the site of St. James's Square; and a house of public refreshment. The latter building was probably the tavern, called the "Old Pall Mall," at which Pepys informs us that he occasionally supped. Anderson, who wrote in the middle of the last century, observes: "I have met with several old persons in my younger days, who remembered when there was but one single house (a cake-house) between