ndon. The almshouses erected by private individuals or public
subscriptions are too numerous to be described, except we refer to the
London Almshouses erected at Brixton to commemorate the passing of the
Reform Bill; nor would I forget the Charter House with its jovial and
grateful chorus:--

"Then blessed be the memory
Of good old Thomas Sutton,
Who gave us lodging, learning,
And he gave us beef and mutton."

Nor Christ's Hospital, with its annual income of 50,000 pounds; nor the
Foundling Hospital, with its 500 children; nor Alleyn's magnificent gift
of Dulwich; nor the Bethlehem Hospital, with its income of nearly 30,000
pounds a year; nor the Magdalene. But we must say a few words about the
Hospitals; of the more than 500 Charitable Institutions of the
metropolis, one quarter consists of general medical hospitals, medical
charities for special purposes, dispensaries, &c. In 1859, in
Bartholomew's, I find there were patients admitted, cured, and
discharged, 5,865 in, 86,480 out; in St. Thomas's 4,114 in, 44,744 out;
the Charing Cross Hospital has, I believe, on an average 1,000
inpatients, 17,000 out. Guy's, with its annual income of 30,000 pounds,
has an entire average of in and outpatients of 50,000. But we stop, the
list is not exhausted, but we fear the patience of the reader is.

CHAPTER VIII.
PEDESTRIANISM.

I am a great advocate of Pedestrianism, and take it to be a very honest
way of getting through the world. If you ride in a carriage you may be
upset; if you throw your leg across a horse's back you may meet with the
fate of Sir Robert Peel; and as to getting into a railway carriage, the
fearful consequences of that require for their description a more
vigorous pen than mine. I like to see a good walker; how delightful his
appetite, how firm his muscle, how healthy his cheek, how splendid his
condition. Has he a care, he walks it off; is ruin staring him in the
face, only let him have a couple of hour's walk, and he is in a condition
to meet the great enemy of mankind himself. Has his friend betrayed
him--are his hopes of fame, of wealth, of power blighted?--is his love's
young dream rudely broken? Let him away from the circles of men out on
the green turf, with the blue sky of heaven above, and in a very little
while the agony is over, and "Richard's himself again." Were it only for
the sake of the active exercise it inculcates and requires I would
say--Long li