Lynchburg daily Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1852-1861, 1853-05-28
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In a charming mansion In st. James Place,
secluded somewhat from the roar and tumult
of the great city, still lives the venerable poet
of The "Pleasures of Memory" whose great
age NINETY years have rolled over his bald
ripe forehead) disqnali6es him from taking his
long accustomed walks about the metropolis.
Mr. Rogers sat in Westminster Hall when
, Burke and Sheridan were pouring out their in-
vectives against Warren Hastings and all
London was ringing with the applause which
eloouent Brinsley elected on that OCCASION
He is therefore part aud parcel of by-gone
days, and very good authority on what hap
pened during the last sixty years.
In large fine house in Tavistock Place. Tia.
vistock Square, sits Charles Dickens, busy as
bee over BLEAK House" and "Household
Words" On an afternoon the loterer in that
vicinity may catch glimpse of his thin hair,
now sprintled with grey. as it is tossed by
the summer wind which visits his desk as he
sits writing in his ample library room. 1t is
not an unirequent occurrance to meet him in a
rail.car, rushing out of London for few days
respite at Brighton OF Bath.
Thackeray has ere this got home again, and
any fine day between l2 and 2 o'clock he may
be found e. the Garrick Club in King street,
Covent Garden. pouring over a French news
paper or chatting with Albert Smith over a
mutton-chop and sherry additions. Ii 10 not
nm unusual thing TO find him at one end OF
poor Charles Kemble's ear.trumpet, or Wis a.
Wis with Buchstone tho comedian, discuss
ing old actors and defunct Drury Lane
Barry Cornwall lives in Harley street, Cav
cndish Square, where he is spending the hap
ny evenings of hls life, beloved by all who are
fortunate enough to know one of the most glo
llous song. writers in the English tongue.
Walter Savage Landor is at home in Bath,
having been expelled from Italy on account OF
his dangerous liberty doctrines" At rare in
,ervals he goes up to London, and then his
losls of friends flock around him. and make
lis fine old face radiant with smiles at the pro
fuse hospitality poured around him.
In the village of Twickenham, in modest
brick house by the roadside, muses. Alfred
'rennyson, the poet laureate of England. His
own publisher only meets him once or twice y
year, as he eschews London and loves privacy.
As you walk by the side of the Thames on
Sunday evening" al the sunset hours, some
times the white hat of Alfred, the bard OF
"Locksley Hail." is visible.
lhe Brownings are like swallows. fitting
from cline 10 cline, but London is often in
their wav, and they may be met not unfre.
quenlly a, the National Gallery III Trafalgar
Square or at the opera. Both are 80 delight
tul TO encounter; but this pleasure, like all
exquisite enjoyments, is rare.
If one should try very hard toget agmpse
of the iustrious Thomas Carlyle, the great
"Sartor Resartus' of modern Europe, he
would find it difficult matter. Thomas likes
TO be a hon, but he don't want anybody in his
own cage besides himself. He lives in Chel
sea- and often comes to town. but to lfnd him
often is not common even TO his best friends.
Macaulay is a club man, and when he il
not among his idols (the books of the British
Museum) he may be met with in the brilliant
halls of the "Atbennum" or the Reform -
On lazy. hazy London day proper, he nigh
with a certainty be counted on over folio III 1
snug acove OF the "Brilish.
Dear, kind, genial old Leigh Hunt, toddline
over the pavement in the Strand towards hi,
sons newspaper office. is common occurrence
He lives few miles from the dust of Fleet
street but he seems to love its dlngy walls, and
grows warm and eloquent over its rush and
whiil Is he the SkimpoIe of"Beak Housef'
The knowing ones Of London say he is
On the left, as you go up Piccadilly towards
the Parks,stands a neat bookshop,with Chap
man & Hall" over the door. The tall gentle.
man with the nose, and the waistcoat, and the
elegant cravat, is Sir Edward Lytton,or Bul.
er as you may happen to call him. He is
telling Mr. Chapman, who has his ear close to
tile Baronet's bosom. that the engraving just
brought in for his inspection is not quite right
III the direction of the whiskers and the shirt
collar. Spite Of his dandy aspect and his afec-
ted drawl. no better hearted gentleman wields
tle fluent quill than the author of. Nv Novel
Whenever he runs down from his excellent re.
q eat at Knebworth to London, he does so ma
ny acts of kindness for poor brother authors,
that "Bulwer's guineas" are as sure as morn
n g suns or evening stars Bost. Dali Trans
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