of importance in Europe, but his subsequent career was chequered. At one time a Baptist Minister and a reporter, he was an enthusiastic antiquary, a great classical scholar (having edited nearly 140 volumes of Valpy's Delphin Classics) and a fervid, though somewhat inefficient poet. He was also the author of a biography of Robinson of Cambridge, and of a History of Cambridge University. To his Chambers in Clifford's Inn came some of the best known literary men of the day :Walter Scott, Charles Lamb, Southey, Leigh Hunt, and Talfourd. Dyer became deeply attached to Clifford's Inn, and later in life he married the laundress connected with his rooms, a good but illiterate woman who took care of him till his death. Old George Dyer became totally blind towards the end of his life, and died at his Chambers in 1841.

The author of "Peter Wilkins," the flying man, a once very popular romance, lived at Clifford's Inn. He was one Robert Pultock, but the story was published anonymously, and his name was not identified with the book until years after his death. It was then discovered only by chance, when a receipt for the sale of the MS. was found in 1835 among the papers of the publisher, Robert Dodsley.

Samuel Butler, the ingenious author of "Erewhon" and other original books, was once a resident of Clifford's Inn. Mr. Fenn has stated the fact in his note, but I cannot omit his name entirely from this chronicle of notabilities connected with this Inn. Clifford's Inn also provided the last habitation of Lionel Johnson, the young Irish poet. His unhappy death occurred while he was living here, but not, it will be remembered, at this place. He was discovered in a dying condition in the street and conveyed to a hospital, where he died shortly afterwards.

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Our illustrations show some of the most interesting features of this delightful old Inn. One of the best pictures is taken at the end of the passage that runs at the east end of the enclosed garden. Here one notices the picturesque old pavement which is a characteristic of the Inn. It is said to be one of the last surviving specimens of the old irregular pavement once a feature of the London streets, but which now has all but disappeared.

R. I.