these graves?"-In Kensall Green rests from his learned labours Dr. Valpy, beneath an inscription written by his former pupil, Judge Talfourd. Here also we find Rosamond Mountain, the once popular songstress, with a voice hushed into silence, and all unconscious of the melody of the birds that surrounds her.-In a gaudy tombhouse lies another from the theatre, Andrew Ducrow, famous in his day as an equestrian, and long the proprietor of the establishment known as Astley's Amphitheatre. Two Academicians are interred here-Sir A. Calcott and W. R. Daniell; and Winthrop Praed, the poet. The latter, when at Cambridge, was the pride. of Trinity, from whence he brought numerous prizes for Greek ode and Latin epigram. His poems are finished and graceful; but he passed into these catacombs before his powers had fully developed themselves. Praed died young; but here lies one to whom eighty-six summers were intrusted-George Dyer, the friend of Charles Lamb -the G. D. with whom he held such long literary and social conference. "Above the scholar's fame, the poet's bays, Thus, Dyer, on thy tomb we write thy praise- And brotherly affection, unconfined By partial creeds, and open to mankind; Even here did Heaven, to recompense thee, send Long life uncensured, and a tranquil end. " Here is another memorial around which we linger— that of M THOMAS HOOD, the humorist and the poet. With generous heart and benevolent spirit animating his verse, Hood could not escape the infirmities which beset genius, and his latter years were clouded with sorrows, in addition to the affliction of ill health. He died in May, 1845; and for nine years his grave remained unmarked by any fit memorial of his genius, until, in July, 1854, was raised, by public subscription, a monument, surmounted by the poet's bust, in bronze, by Matthew Noble; and upon the sides of the massive pedestal are two medallions, one illustrating Hood's poem of "The Bridge of Sighs," and the other "The Dream of Eugene Aram," also sculptured by Noble. Immediately beneath the bust is inscribed, "He sang the Song of the Shirt; and at the base of the pedestal are a bronze lyre and comic mask. Hood was born on the 23rd of May, 1798, and was the son of the well-known bookseller and publisher in the Poultry. Hood is most extensively known by his comic humour; but his earlier lyrics show him to have excelled in the imaginative, the serious, and the romantic. Douglas Jerrold, in dedicating his "Cakes and Ale" to Thomas Hood, thus eloquently expressed the public sentiment-regretting" that it was necessary for Thomas Hood still to do one thing ere the wide circle and the profound depth of his genius were to be fully acknowledged that one thing was to die." We have just passed the grave of Mrs. Mountain, the singer. Here also lie Thomas Cooke, the clever composer and pleasant wit; and Mrs. Fitzwilliam, who passed from her cradle to the stage, from which she was suddenly JOHN LISTON-CHARLES KEMBLE. 163 removed after more than half a century of popular favour. Here, too, sleeps an adopted son of Momus,— JOHN LISTON, who, from 1805 till 1837, gladdened the London public with his vis comica. For many years he considered tra gedy to be his forte, and with deep regret gave up Hamlet to play the Gravedigger. Even when recognised by the metropolis as its favourite comedian, he would still occasionally indulge his penchant for the serious. Thus in 1809 he played Octavian; the audience, from being accustomed to roar at his comedy, being puzzled what to make of it. Three years later the passion returned, and he appeared as Romeo! Liston died at Knightsbridge, March, 1846. Here, too, rests CHARLES KEMBLE, Charles first appeared as a brother of John Kemble. Malcolm, in Macbeth, in 1794, at Covent Garden Theatre, and took his leave of the public upon the same stage as Benedick, in Much Ado about Nothing, in 1836. By unremitting and patient labour and study he became a great actor, and for some years he supported the high reputation inseparable from his name in the annals of the drama. In his histrionic por traitures he exhibited a lofty conception and an exquisite refinement, with a taste at once pure and classic. After a professional career of more than forty years he passed into retirement, having been presented by his friends and admirers with a magnificent silver vase, modelled by Chantrey: its cost was £450. Charles Kemble died at the close of 185 to the proverbial longevity of a Early in the autumn of 1858 ful bourne another popular play JOHN PRITT who trod the stage for more was born in London in 1785 at the Lyceum in 1815, and in Lane. He remained there until at the Princess's Theatre, an efficient representative of Shak tesque drollery of his manner suit the grotesque humour of t very last words which Mr. Harl his identity with the old Shaksp August 20th, he was struck wit formance of Launcelot Gobbc as he was conducted from the an exposition of sleep come ove Bottom in Midsummer Night' moment he remained speechles He had acted the character of I than wonted vivacity on Friday roar occasioned by his exit had lay paralysed behind the scenes. distinct articulation, and terrifyi by the iciness of his grasp. H expired on August 22nd. His and integrity always stood e tenure of office of Treasurer to NORWOOD CEMETERY. 165 Fund rendered him almost as celebrated in theatrical circles as his drolleries made him familiar to the large public. NORWOOD CEMETERY. This is another of those beautiful depositories of the dead which are worthy of the German designation, "God's field." It is situated upon the Surrey hills, almost the loftiest suburb of London. The formation of these cemeteries is not a modern idea. The ancients did not, as we too long did, crowd their dead in the midst of their towns and cities, within the narrow precincts of a place deemed to be sacred. The Greeks and Romans had their burying-places at a distance from their towns, whilst the Jews had their sepulchres in gardens and in fields, and even among rocks and mountains. Norwood Cemetery has received in trust the remains of several histrionic favourites. The rival managers, Davidge and Osbaldiston, are sleeping near to each other. Here, too, is reposing Harriet Waylett, whose ballads so often charmed us, and whose "Kate Kearney" is sounding in our ears as we drop a flower upon her grave. Here is the unadorned tomb of one who was allied to her in life, and in death is not far divided-Alexander Lee. "Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well, Horatio." Early in life he was introduced into fashionable society in Dublin, where his sweet voice and refined musical taste won him many friends. He adopted music as a profession, and sacrificed in the management of Drury Lane the labours of a life. His numerous musical compositions exhibit fresh |