1854-1857 255 full was sent away to some charitable institute in the east of London and, wonderful to relate, much that had been discarded here was welcomed there. On this principle I despatch my chapters to a charitable public, in hopes that from among my Reminiscences they may be able to extract some things of interest, instruction and amusement. In this work, and in the chapter I am now concluding, there is naught but the pouring out of the contents of a rag-bag, and I lack the skill of plaiting the disjecta membra into a comely and concordant whole. I conclude with some lines taken from the MSS. book of notes of the Rev. Richard Lanes (Vicar of Brixton), M.D., in 1800-1850, another contribution to the rag-bag. " Mr. Gould to a Friend. You see, my dear sir, tho' I'm eighty years old A girl of eighteen is in love with old Gould. Answer. A girl of eighteen may love gold, it is true, But, believe me, dear sir, it is gold without
