his visits without encroaching upon his business. Nor were these invitations unreturned: Garrick had rendered Hampton a scene of peculiar enjoyment; as a companion Mr. Garrick hit the true medium; nothing could exceed his love of the bagatelle, and he told a characteristic story with all his professional power. Garrick's wit secured his friendships; you laughed with Garrick without pain. He had studied human nature thoroughly. Pope brought all the world to wonder at his grotto, which he feigned to have inspired equally the patriotism of Marchmont and the pensive philosophy of St. John. Garrick had raised in his grounds a temple to Shakespeare; and the chisel of Roubiliac, at Hampton, inspired an interest scarely less intense than the willows of Twickenham.

In the parish church, dedicated to the Virgin Mary, was interred Edward Progers, mentioned in our account of Bushy Park; his tomb was recently discovered in making certain repairs. There is also a monument to the memory of Sibel, daughter of John Hampden, Esq., and wife to one of the Penns, of Penn House. She was nurse to King Edward the Sixth.

"To court she called was to foster up a king

Whose helping hand long lingering sutes to spedie end did bring—”

saith the inscription on her monument.

There are monuments also to the memories of Richard Tickell, grandson of Tickell the poet, and himself an author in an humble sphere. He distinguished himself by publishing a poetical pamphlet called "Anticipation," in which the debate on the king's speech at the opening of Parliament was so successfully anticipated, that some of the members who had not seen the pamphlet, are said to have made use of almost the very words put into their mouths. This gentleman was married to Miss Linley, sister to Mrs. Richard Brinsley Sheridan; her portrait now adorns the gallery of Dulwich College. There is also a memorial of David Garrick, nephew to the great actor, with a common-place inscription from the pen of Mrs. Hannah More; another to the memory of Richard, son of George Cumberland, the celebrated dramatic writer.

The church boasts many other monuments; none of the names, however, awaking recollections of general interest. In the churchyard is buried Rosaman, a well-known builder, and many years proprietor of Sadler's Wells. Ripley the architect, of whose taste the Admiralty House in Whitehall stands no very flattering memorial, and who was scourged by Pope in his Satires, is also buried in this churchyard.

HANWORTH, though a parish of itself, is historically and topographically so intimately connected with Hampton, that, before quitting the neighbourhood, we may mention a few particulars connected with the place-formerly a Royal residence. "Hanworth lies in the hundred of Spelthorne, about three miles from Hounslow, on the borders of the heath, and nearly thirteen miles from London. The parish is bounded by Hampton and Sunbury on the south; by Teddington and Isleworth on the east and south-east, and by Feltham on the north and west.'

King Henry the Eighth became possessor of Hanworth, which, by a grant of Edward the Confessor, had been confirmed to Westminster Abbey; he resided here, and Camden says, took much pleasure in this small royal retreat.

The Princess, afterwards Queen Elizabeth, was educated here; and it was made one of the charges against the Lord Admiral Seymour, that he was ambitious of marrying the Princess if he could have got rid of his wife (Queen Katharine Parr), and of seating himself upon the throne. Lord Cottington, the firm adherent of King Charles the First, possessed Hanworth; the Parliament having confiscated his estates, this property was given to the President Bradshaw.

This clever, but

The church contains no monuments of note; in the parish register are several entries respecting the Killigrew family, one of whom had a lease of the manor towards the close of the fifteenth century. The facetious Thomas Killigrew was supposed to have been born at Hanworth. profligate person, whose wit and licentiousness were his recommendations to royal favour, was a dramatic writer of some celebrity in his day; he was ambassador at Venice, but "His Excellency" was compelled to leave, in consequence of the badness of his character. Sir John Denham makes him the subject of the following lively epigram:

Our resident Tom

From Venice has come,

And has left all the statesman behind him;

Talks at the same pitch,

Is as wise and as rich,

And just as you left him you'll find him.

But who says he is not

A man of much plot,

May repent of his false accusation;

Having plotted and penned

Six plays, to attend

On the farce of his negotiation.

Before finally taking leave of the vicinage of Hampton, we may as well cross the ferry to THAMES DITTON, in Surrey, pleasantly situated on the

banks of the Thames, and well known to the disciples of Walton; its excellent inn, the Swan, is a favourite retreating place from the hurry and confusion of the Metropolis.

The church, formerly a chapelry of Kingston, is a picturesque little edifice, built of brown-stone and flints; the tower is partly built of the same materials, the rest of wood, and at the top a small spire shingled. The church consists of a north and south aisle, with a chancel. The church and churchyard contain no memorials worthy the attention of the casual visitor.

There are many delightful seats in the parish, of which the principal is EMBER COURT, once the seat of the celebrated Arthur Onslow, speaker of the House of Commons. The park, though lying low, is pretty, containing some fine trees, and watered by a branch of the river Mole. In the parish is Boyle Farm, a pleasant retreat of Sir Edward Sugden, Lord Chancellor of Ireland.

Closely connected with Thames Ditton are EAST and WEST MOULSEY: West Moulsey has a ferry to Hampton Court. Moulsey Hurst has been the scene of many pugilistic contests, but these have given place to the recreation of horse-races, which are held here in the summer of each

year.

WIMBLEDON.

In pursuance of the plan we have laid down for our guidance, and the convenience of our readers-that is to say, of considering the subjects of our work in their natural juxta-position, and of following them in the order in which they may be supposed most likely to be visited: a plan by which he who only refers to the work for information loses nothing, while he who journeys with us as a good-natured companion gains a great deal; we must request the pleasure of your company to town, whence we will again set out on another tour, as far as Kingston and Esher, by the South-western or Southampton Railway, occupying ourselves with whatever is worthy of notice or remembrance on our route as far as Esher; deserting the iron for the watery way, we shall then, swan-like, ascend Thames from the point, where we last quitted his translucent waters, until we reach that classic vicinage "Where his first lays majestic Denham sung,

Where the last numbers flowed from Cowley's tongue."

At Nine-Elms, then, or rather at the railway terminus so called-for the elms from which the place is supposed to have derived its name, have long since been converted into coffins, and now, with other illustrious dead, repose in the neighbouring churchyards, you will have the goodness to take your place for Wimbledon.

Leaving the station, you have an excellent view of Battersea-fields to the right, and of Battersea-rise, Clapham-common, and Wandsworth-rise to the left; but the first glimpse of unequivocal greenery you lay your eyes on is Garret Mill, near Wandsworth; as you whisk past it, you cannot avoid remarking what a sweet little spot it is: the mill, half-hidden among trees; the mill-pond tastefully planted with embowering walks meandering through the emerald turf; a little verdant isle in the midst, with its straw-roofed hermitage; convince you that taste has evidently formed and preserved that little spot the river is classic too; it is the "blue transparent Vandalis " of the poet; a favourite haunt of Izaak Walton, and famous for its peculiar variety of trout, with marbled spots like a tortoise.

By the way, though the carriages are rattling and the engine hissing in our ears, let us strain our lungs to ask you, how it is that millers-modern millers especially—are the most tasteless mortals in the world; all the materials of an enchanting place are ready to their hands; they must, for their trade, possess a lake, a river, and a waterfall-no insignificant element of the picturesque. Our mills are usually located in pretty retired valleys, rich in overhanging woods, and fertile holms following the windings of their water power; yet, how seldom does one see a mill that is not shockingly offensive to the eye? like a drunken man in a church, outraging the propriety of the place all this for the want of a little taste-a little feeling. We see no reason, for our own parts, why a mill or manufactory in the midst of rural scenery might not be made an adjunct to the landscape, instead of an eyesore. Yet one never stumbles upon a four-square, formal, whitewashed, unadorned, ugly thing, by the banks of a pastoral river, without instinctively recognising a manufactory, and wishing it at Manchester.

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We are now at Wimbledon, and we must pause to look about us, for Wimbledon is an historically interesting place, as well as a pleasant, fashionable resort of persons of rank and fortune.

Mr. Lysons informs us that, "In all of the most ancient records, Wimbledon is described as a grange or farm, within the manor of Mortlake, which accounts for its being omitted in the Survey of Domesday. Archbishop Cranmer, whose predecessors had been possessed of this manor from the time of the Conquest, exchanged for other lands with King Henry the Eighth. That monarch soon afterwards granted it to Thomas Cromwell, Earl of Essex; after his attainder it was settled upon Queen Catherine Parr for her life. Queen Mary granted it to Cardinal Pole: her successor, Elizabeth, first gave it to Sir Christopher Hatton; and again, in the thirty-second year of her reign, to Sir Thomas Cecil, afterwards Earl of Exeter, in exchange for an estate in Lincolnshire. His father, Lord Burleigh, had a grant of lands at Wimbledon in the reign of Edward the Sixth; and it appears from the date of some of his letters, that he resided there when he was Sir William Cecil, and Secretary of State. It is probable, notwithstanding the grant was made in his son's name, that he lived occasionally at the manor-house : in the year 1599 he entertained Queen Elizabeth at his house at Wimbledon for three days. The Earl of Exeter left this estate to his third son, Sir Edward Cecil, who was created a peer with the title of Viscount Wimbledon,