has lately practised, will be rather a disservice to his friend than otherwise."*

In what part of the town he lived at the time his dwelling-house was assaulted by the mob, I do not know. That he removed latterly to another house, large and commodious enough to contain all his students, with two or three exceptions, we are informed by Kippis. That house still remains: it stands in Sheep Street; it is now divided into four tenements, but the front, with its row of pilasters in the Georgian style of architecture, (if style it may be called,) still preserves the external unity of the old academic abode.

The homes and haunts of genius, learning, and piety, are hallowed spots. The poetry embodied in the lives and actions of great

* My friend, Mr. Bennett, who now worthily occupies the pulpit of Dr. Doddridge, has kindly, at my request, searched the file of the "Northampton Mercury" of that period, for an account of the riot; but in vain. Many of these old chronicles do not contain a particle of Northampton news, and never more than four or five lines. They are chiefly occupied with births and deaths, county alliances by marriage, "cocking matches," advertisements of eminent horses, long despatches anent the doings of "Thomas Kouli Khan," and the "Sultan Achmet," lofty odes in praise of "Caroline and the god-like George;" and now and then an allusion to the proceedings of what, in its opening address, it calls "that admirable and excellent mystery, their honours the corporation."

souls seems inscribed on the walls in lines of sympathetic ink, to which congenial, though far inferior minds, give visibility, and read the glowing stanzas with corresponding admiration. In the present day such taste seems more widely diffused than ever. At no period have the shrines of England's best heroes been visited as they are at present by troops of loving pilgrims. The house in Sheep Street, Northampton, is worthy to rank among these relics. The rambler on the banks of the not far off lily-bordered Ouse, if he has any reverence for British bards, will turn aside into the quiet street of Olney to look on the now dilapidated habitation and summer-house, once occupied by the gentle and gifted author of the "Task." And he who follows the windings of the Nen, if he have any love for English divines, will hardly fail to thread the thoroughfares of Northampton, and find out the building, still undecayed, in which once lived the learned and laborious author of the "Family Expositor."*

The house is now occupied by Mr. Olive, surgeon, a descendant of that excellent man, Risdon Darricott, "the star of the west." It was courteously opened to the inspection of visitors during the sittings of the autumnal assembly.

Identifying the locality, we can give form and substance to his manner of life as a theological, and indeed almost universal professor,so minutely and reverentially traced by two distinguished pupils. Behold, then, his tall and slender form enrobed in academic costume, and his large features and good-humoured countenance encompassed by the curls of a flowing wig, and an ample supply of snowwhite collar, turned down over the shoulders, as he meets his young men at six o'clock on a summer morning, to open the day with short and solemn prayer. Later, at family worship, they read a chapter in the Hebrew Bible, Orton and Kippis, and such promising lads, performing the exercise with commendable diligence, but some of the idler fellows slurring over the task by slily placing the English translation beside the original, which the professor, who is very short-sighted, is unable to detect.* The reading, well or badly done, he goes on with his accustomed perspicuity to

*This infirmity sometimes led the Doctor into blunders. Once in company he addressed an unknown lady in a tone of loving compliment, supposing it was Mrs. Doddridge. This little circumstance, his last surviving pupil, the Rev. Mr. Taylor, used to relate.

expound the paragraph, and to aid the young linguists by the light of his own ever-ready critical learning. After breakfast comes the grand business of lecturing, and forthwith he unfolds a formidable string of "propositions," "scholias" and "lemmas," bearing on some branch of ethics or divinity, which he illustrates by references without number to learned works, and erudite opinions:-all of these are at his finger ends, and as he reads or talks, the listening alumni jot down in Rich's shorthand the substance of what they hear.* Civil law, hieroglyphics, mythology, English history, and nonconformist principles, logic, rhetoric, mathematics,† anatomy, and the rudiments of other sciences, together with antiquities, Jewish and ecclesiastical, we are told all came in for luminous treatment by this man of large intelligence. Critical lectures, containing the germs of his "Expositor," are delivered weekly; and polite literature, heretofore but little regarded among nonconformists, but for which Doddridge, through mental predilection, and

* The teaching of the classics chiefly devolved on Dr. Doddridge's assistant in the academy.

+ A small MS. volume, containing a treatise on algebra by Dr. Doddridge, is preserved in the library of the Coward trustees.

the training of Mr. Jennings, had acquired a decided taste, is not neglected in this wonderful hive of intellectual industry. Pastoral theology and the composition of sermons have a course of lectures devoted to them; and never does the warm-hearted professor appear more in his element than when, with vehement energy, he inculcates upon his students the necessity of "preaching Christ." One day is set apart for reading and examining themes, homilies, outlines, analyses, and translations; and on the Saturday previous to the communion day, he spends much time with his young men in devotional engagements, delivering some solemn discourse on the evil and danger of neglecting the souls of men; and never does his heart appear more strongly affected than at these seasons. Another of his engagements above all we like, and think it worth a good many of his lectures. Entering his wellstored library, we see him surrounded by groups of listeners, going from shelf to shelf, and giving a vivá voce catalogue, which displays a surprising extent of knowledge, and recommending at what period of their course, and with what special views, particular books