Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature . d of discomfort. As the spirit ofthe place and the times gains possessionof us, the lark becomes more than deco-rous. It is dignified, and a duty we oweto the manes of the greater than ourselveswho resorted hither in the dim and rever-end Past. The coffee-house — or chop-house — issmaller than we expected to find it. Thereis a bar on the other side of the hall, witha sustained reputation of its very own,and the supper-rooms above-stairs couldtell gay tales of dead-and-gone revelries,if the dumb walls were phonogr
Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature . d of discomfort. As the spirit ofthe place and the times gains possessionof us, the lark becomes more than deco-rous. It is dignified, and a duty we oweto the manes of the greater than ourselveswho resorted hither in the dim and rever-end Past. The coffee-house — or chop-house — issmaller than we expected to find it. Thereis a bar on the other side of the hall, witha sustained reputation of its very own,and the supper-rooms above-stairs couldtell gay tales of dead-and-gone revelries,if the dumb walls were , the chief resort of customers thathave given The Cheshire Cheese world-wide renown, is not more than twenty feetlong and perhaps fifteen feet in are ten tables, each with seats forsix upon hard benches that are made fastto the floor. Breast-high partitions be-tween the tables make compartments likethe square family pews seen in old oaken beams, embrowned bysmoke and centuries, cross the compartment is further secluded by. An Eating-House 53 a dingy curtain, hung from a rod set afoot or more above the top of the boardpartition, and is known as the coseycorner. Dr. Johnsons nook has wall-bencheson two sides ; a third side is made by theprojecting chimney, the table filling thefourth that faces the room. Johnsonsportrait hangs above his bench. A brassplate is let into the wall, testifying thatthis was the favourite seat of Dr. Sam-uel Johnson, Born September 18, December ij, ij8^. Beneath apompous, eulogistic sentence we read onemore pithy and interesting : No, sir ! there is nothing which hasyet been contrived by man, by which somuch happiness has been produced, as bya good tavern.—Johnson. The round spots of darker brown uponthe wainscot were made, it is said, bythe loll of Johnsons greasy wig and therestless rubbing of Goldsmiths head, asthey hobnobbed daily over roast, steak,and home-brewed ale. The sawdust o
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