laughing matter, however," said Bob, "he could not have got
rich by such means."

"You must not trust the title-pages of books," replied Tom, "no more
than the advertisements of Quacks, or the looks of persons. The half
crown was not visible, or at least not tangible. It proved to be an
anecdote related in the work. He however managed to circulate many
copies, and it is generally understood, gained considerable money by his
pursuits. He has left the benefit of his invention to his daughter, who
now lives in Bride Lane, Fleet Street. But a more prominent character of
recent times was the late celebrated Martin Van Butchell, whose name and
fame are well known to Newspaper readers, and whose personal appearance
at all times, excited in London the attention of the spectators. He was
rather a tall man with a very long beard, and used to ride a short pony
sometimes, spotted all over with a variety of colours."

~158~~ "He must have cut a curious figure," said Bob, "certainly, but
what building have we here?"

"That," replied his communicative cousin, "is The New Bethlem for the
care and cure of lunatics. Bethlem was formerly situated on the South
side of Moorfields, but as that building was hastening to decay, this
elegant receptacle for its inmates has been prepared. It is not a little
curious to remark, that it now occupies a part of that ground which was
formerly devoted to mirth and revelry, The Dog and Duck Tea Gardens,
the scene of many a frolic. The structure was designed by Mr. Lewis, and
executed at an expence of L95,000. It is 580 feet in length, and capable
of receiving in this front 200 patients. Another line of building
extending to the South, is designed to admit an equal number, as well as
60 lunatics, the charge of which latter department, exclusively belongs
to Government. The ground around it, occupying twelve acres, is devoted
to the exercise of the patients."

They were now dashing along the road towards the Elephant and Castle,
when Bob was attracted by the appearance of the Philanthropic Chapel and
School, which his cousin dismissed in a few words, by observing it was
the school of reform, which he had alluded to, when last in the vicinity
of Blackfriars, and which deserved more attention than he could just
then give it. So touching up the tits in prime twig, they pushed on to
the originally proposed place of destination.

Having arrived at Greenwich, and partaken of some refreshment, our
heroes pr