amatic literature
and history, and his extensive acquaintance with the early poetry of
England.

Mr. Collier's house, in Brompton Square, stood between that which Mr.
William Farren occupies, and one (No. 25) of which Mr. Farren was
proprietor, and has now been sold. At No. 28 resides Mr. William Frogatt
Robson, Solicitor and Comptroller of Droits of Admiralty. Mr. William
Farren has resided at No. 30, next door to Mr. Henry Luttrell (No. 31),
"the great London wit," as Sir Walter Scott terms him, well known in the
circles of literature as the author of many epigrams, and of a volume of
graceful poetry, entitled 'Advice to Julia,' and who died on 19th
December, 1851, aged 86.

In addition to these literary and dramatic associations of Brompton
Square, Liston resided for some time at No. 40, Mr. Yates and Mr. John
Reeve at 57 and 58; and that pair of comic theatrical gems, Mr. and Mrs.
Keeley, have been inhabitants of No. 19.

[Picture: First grave] BROMPTON NEW CHURCH, a little beyond the Square,
is dedicated to the Holy Trinity. The architect was Mr. Donaldson, and
the first stone was laid in October, 1826. On the 6th of June, 1829, the
Bishop of London consecrated this church and its burial-ground, which had
been a flower-garden. When the first grave was made in the month
following, many of the flowers still appeared among the grass; and, after
viewing it, Miss Landon wrote the following verses. The "first grave" is
in the extreme south-west of the corner churchyard, close to the narrow
pathway that skirts the wall, leaving only space for a grave between.
The inscription on the stone which originally marked the "first grave,"
was,--

SACRED
TO THE MEMORY OF
MR. IOHN CORPE
OF THIS PARISH
OF ST. GEORGE'S HANOVER SQUARE
WHO DEPARTED THIS LIFE
18TH OF JULY 1829
AGED 51 YEARS.

"A single grave! the only one
In this unbroken ground,
Where yet the garden leaf and flower
Are lingering around.
A single grave!--my heart has felt
How utterly alone
In crowded halls, where breathed for me
Not one familiar tone.

"The shade where forest-trees shut out
All but the distant sky,--
I've felt the loneliness of night,
When