. The century illustrated monthly magazine . acks and patchwork of architecture, whichhave grown up under a long line of episcopaloccupants, most of whom sleep in the adja-cent church-yard. Wrhat Bishop Fitzjamesadded, what Bishop Blomfield preserved, i8o A LITERARY RAMBLE. the library of Bishop Porteus, the chapel ofBishop Tait, the avenue of Bishop Compton,the summer-house where grim old Bonner in-terrogated his victims,— all these would bedelightful to gossip about, if I were writingon elephant folio in a monster space, in The Century at least, is , strolling s
. The century illustrated monthly magazine . acks and patchwork of architecture, whichhave grown up under a long line of episcopaloccupants, most of whom sleep in the adja-cent church-yard. Wrhat Bishop Fitzjamesadded, what Bishop Blomfield preserved, i8o A LITERARY RAMBLE. the library of Bishop Porteus, the chapel ofBishop Tait, the avenue of Bishop Compton,the summer-house where grim old Bonner in-terrogated his victims,— all these would bedelightful to gossip about, if I were writingon elephant folio in a monster space, in The Century at least, is , strolling slowly along the BishopsWalk, and watching the wide stream, where ing across the river from this point, BarnElms is nearly opposite. Here once livedleft-legged Jacob Tonson,the bookseller; andhere, in a room which he built for the purpose,the famous Kit Cat Club assembled. Here,too, dwelt Heidegger of the Masquerades,whom Pope and Fielding and Hogarth satir-ized; and plain-speaking Cobbett of the Rural Rides. But the historical resident of. CHISWICK AIT AND GRASS BOATS. a panting Kew-bound steamer is turning up thewaves in such a track of molten silver as the lateCecil Lawson would have delighted in, I findI have reached the inlet known to oarsmenas the Bishops Creek. Here, deviating slightlyfrom the river, and leaving to my right a loftyavenue of elms, I strike into a lane which leadsbetween meadows and thrush-haunted marketgardens to the Crab-Tree Inn, a little hostelryat the end of a ail de sac by the is nothing of interest on the way butCraven Cottage, a now rather dilapidatedGothic house, built by the Margravine ofAnspach. Tradition speaks of remarkable in-ternal decorations, palm-tree columns, and soforth; but its chief interest to me lies inthe fact that it was once tenanted by Bulwer,who wrote some of his novels in it. Look- Barn Elms was the poet Abraham Cowley,seeking in 1663 that little Zoar in thecountry which seems always the dream of thetown-dwell
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