Connecticut western news., 1877-03-16
been that has kept us. as we may say,

been that has kept us, as we may say, So firmly attached to the tottering, in- convenient monument, in spite of the fact that each time we passed under one Of its arches we felt terrible misgiy- ing lest the calcined, age-worn stones Supporting it should tremble with long suffered weakness, fall to the ground, and bury us beneath the ruins? Who else should it have been but Charles Lamb ?-who but Charles Lamb, most loving of men, tenderest of poets, wit tiest of writers, the most truly delight ful and charming of all English essay ists, who almost worshiped the ground which Temple Bar has so long blocked with it's presence, and adored it as if it had been supporting the most nagniff-- ! cent and beautiful temple ever erected by the genius of man?
 Charles Lamb was born and passed the, first seven years of his life within a tstone's-throw of Temple Bar, spot whichhe has characterized as 'sthe most elegant in the metropolis ;'' and the de- | lightful Essays of Ella" were penned almost within view of its venerable Venetian parlor. Daily he must have trudged patiently with that dear sister whom he tended and loved so we'll, through the old gateway, bent on col lecting the little store for the morrow's $ meal, and expatiating by the way on the glories of London, place which ! <Ic ha iv, iS co greatly did he love the town, to the finest prospect of eonntry ever planned blythe all-wise providenceof the Creator l-though here we think he was joking. Hear him, however, on the subject, in on e of his most rapturous moods:. "I am not" says he, ''romanee-bit. about Nature. The earth and sea and sky I (when all is said) is but as house to | dwell in. If the inmates be courteous, and good liquors flow like the conduits at an old coronation, if they can talk sensibly and feel properly, I have no need to stand staring on the gAded look ing-glass (that strained my friends purse-strings in the purchase), nor his fiye-shilling print over the mantel-pi -of Old Nabbs, the carrier (which. only betrays his false taste).5 Just as impor- tant to me Gin sense) is all the furni- ture of my world d-eye-pampering, but satisfies no heart. Streets, streets, streets, markets, theatres, churches, Covent Gardens, shops sparkling with pretty faces of industrious milliners, neat seamstresses, ladies cheapening. gentlemen behind counters lying, au. thors in the street with spectaeles (yeu may know them by their gait), lamps 1 lit atnight, pastry-cook and silver-smith shops, noise of coaches, drowsy cry o1 mechanic. watchmen at night, with bucks ree1ing home drunk; if you hap. pen to wake at night, cries of fire anG stop thief; inns of court with theil learned air, and halls and butteries just like Cambridge colleges; old book-stalls
 Jeremy Taylors,' 'Burtons on Melan
 choly,' and Religio Medicis,' on every stall-these are the pleasures of London
 with the many sins; for these may Kis
 wick and her giant brood go hang"
 I AHo ScHIAo uuLuoIASI 1oVcu Ino ClIy
 and Temple Bar was the grand ane honored gateway to it. s-s ss " 'az | "What a transition for a country man, writes he, visiting London for the first time--the passing. from the crowded Strand or Fleet Street by un. expected avenues to the Temple
 Whereupon he proceeds to write learned. ly upon it's many memories and classic beauties, expressing the hope that the younkers or after-generations may pace it's stately terrace with the same super. stitious veneration Swith which the child Ella gazed on the old worthies that solemnized the parade before yeH ? I-Appleton's Journot. f4s .--.ss' .-,..-. .-..