The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1853-06-15
London Literary Lions Of the Day.

London Literary Lions OF the Day.
In charming mansion in St James
Place, secluded somewhat from the tu
multi of the great city, still lives the ven
erablc poet Of the Pleasures of Memory
whose great age (ninety years having
rolled over his bald ripe forchcad) dis
qualities him from taking his long accus
toned walks about the metropolis. Mr.
Rogers sat in Westminster hall whet
Burke and Sheridan were pouring ou
their invcctiyes against Warren Hast
ings, and all London was ringing with
the applause which eloquent Brinsley
clci ted on that occasion. lie is there
fore part and parcel Of by-gone days
and very good authority on what hap
pened during the last sixty years.
In large fine house in Tavistocl
Place, Tavistock Square, sits Charlie.
Dickens, busy as bee over "Bleal
House" and Household Words" On al
afternoon the loitcrer in that vicinity
may catch glimpse of his thin hair
now sprinklcd with grey, as it is tossed
by the summer wind which visits hi:
desk as he sits writing in his ample libra
ry-room. 1t is not an unfrcqucnt occur
renee to meet him in rail ear, rushing
out of London for few days respite at
Brighten or Bath.
Thackeray has ere this got home a
gain and any fine day between II and
o'clock lie may be found at the Garrick
Club in King street, Covent Garden
pouring over French newspaper OF
chatting with Albert Smith over nut
ton chop and sherry additions. 1t i:
not an unusual thing to find him at one
end of poor Charles Kemblcs car-trump
ct, or vis-a-vis with Blackstone, the com
cdian, discussing old actors and dcfunct
Drnry Lane.
Barry Cornwall lives in Harley street
Cavendish Square, where he is spending
the happy evening of bis life, beloved by
all who are fortunate enough to know
one of the most glorious song writer's in
the English tongue. p
Walter Savage Landor is at home il
Bath, having been expelled from Italy
on account of his dangerous liberty doc
trincs." At rare intervals he goes W
to London, and then his hosts of friend:
flock around him, and make his fine ole
face radiant with smiles at the profust
hospitality poured around him.
In the village of Twickenham, in 9
modest brick house by the roadside, mu
ses Alfred Tennyson, the poet laureat'
of England. His own publisher only
meets him once or twice year, as he es
chcws London and loves privacy. A
you walk by the side of the Thames on
Sunday evening, at the sunset hours
sometimes the white hat of Alfred, tn
bard of ''Locksley Hail." is visible.
The Brownings are like swallows, fit
ting from cline to cline, but London /
often in their way, and they may be me
not unfrequently at the National Gale
ry in Trafalgar Square, or at the opera
Both are so delightful to encounter bu
this pleasure, like all exquisite enjoy
mcnts, is rare.
If one should try very hard to get
glimpse of the illustrious Thomas Cal
} lyle, the great Sartor Rcsartus" of moo
crn Europe, he would find it ditiicul
matter. Thomas likes to be lion, bu
he don't want anybody.in his own Gag
, beside himself lie lives in Chelse
| and often comes to town, but to find hi
often is not common even to his be-
, friends.
Macaulay is a club man, and whe
: he is not among his idols (the books
| tie British Museum) he may be IN,
Y with in the brilliant halls of the "Ath
f neum" or the Reform" On lazy, h
zy London day proper, he might with
!, certainty be counted on over folio in
/ snug alcove of the British"
y Dear, kind, genial old Leigh Hun
:, toddliug over the pavement in the Strar
+. towards his sons newspaper Office, Is
), common occurrence. He lives fC
!. miles from the dust of Fleet street, b
:, he seems to love its dingy walls, al
l. grows warm and eloquent over its ru
IL and whirl. Is he the Skimpole Of "Blei
House ?" The knowing ones of Lond
6 says he is. -,
n On the left, as you 60 up Piccadil
l. towards tue Parks, stands neat boo
n shop, with "Chapman & Halr' over t
II door The tall gentleman with the no
and the waistcoat, and the elegant cl
1t vat, is Sir Edward Lyttor, or Bulwer,
rt you may happen to call him. He is ,
ID ling Mr., Chapman, who has his ear cl(
in to the Baronets bosom, that the eng
ID wing just brought in for his inspection
ne not quite right in the direction of
in whiskers and the shirt-collar. Spite
H. his dandy aspect and his affected dra
I'd no better-hearted gentleman wields
er fluent quill than the author of my n
1t, el.n Whenever he runs down from
Is excellent retreat at Kue5worth to l.
he don he does so many acts of fkindness
,e- poor brother authors, that "Bulw'
so guineas" are as sure as morning suns
lie evening stars Boston Transcript.
M SINGULAR HIsToRY-Elihu Yale,
he founder of Yale College at New Hay
non, liao huriad at tho ohnpeh