for the confinement of deserters and other offenders. The last remains of the old Palace and Hospital of the Savoy, with the exception of the chapel, were swept away in 1811, in order to make room for the approaches to Waterloo Bridge.

The chapel of St. Mary-le-Savoy, built in 1505,— with its richly decorated roof, its ancient tombs, and the remains of its beautiful altar-piece, is well worthy of a visit. A conspicuous monument, and one of no slight merit, is that of the wife of Sir Robert Douglas, who, as her inscription informs us, died in November 1612. The effigy of the lady, however, is completely thrown into the shade by that of her husband. The knight is represented reclining on his right arm, with his left hand on his sword, while his lady, in a large hood, is represented in a kneeling posture behind him. But the most interesting monument in the Savoy Chapel is that to the memory of the pious and accomplished Anne Killigrew, whose fame as a painter and a poet has scarcely yet faded, and whose early death was so pathetically lamented by her contemporaries, both in prose and verse. Anthony Wood says of her, "that she was a Grace for beauty, and a Muse for wit;" even Horace Walpole has condescended to speak well of her talents; and Ballard observes,-"Her engaging and polite accomplishments were the least of her attainments; for she crowned all with an exemplary piety towards God, in the due observance of the duties of religion, which she began to practise in the early part of

her life." But, perhaps, Dryden's eulogy, written after her death, is the most familiar to the reader :

Art she had none, yet wanted none;
For Nature did that want supply;
So rich in treasures of her own,

She might our boasted stores defy;
Such noble vigour did her verse adorn,

That it seemed borrowed where 'twas only born.

And again,

Unmixed with foreign filth, and undefiled,

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.

The career of Anne Killigrew was as brief as it was interesting. Although a maid of honour to the Duchess of York, and consequently exposed to all the temptations and allurements of the profligate Court of Charles the Second, she retained to the last her original purity and freshness of feeling, and devoted every hour which she could snatch from her duties at Court, to the observance of her religious duties and to literary pursuits. She had only attained the age of twenty-four, when she fell a victim to the small-pox, which carried her off, in 1685, at the apartments of her father, Dr. Henry Killigrew, in the cloisters of Westminster Abbey. Dr. Killigrew, it may be remarked, was the last person who held the appointment of Master of the Savoy.

Gawain Douglas, Bishop of Dunkeld, who has been styled the Chaucer of Scotland, was buried in the Savoy. He died in London of the Plague, in 1522. Here also lie interred George Wither,

the poet, who died in 1667;-Lewis de Duras, Earl of Feversham, who commanded the royal forces at the battle of Sedgmoor;-Dr. Archibald Cameron,-brother of the celebrated Lochiel,-who was executed at Tyburn, in June 1753, for his share in the Rebellion of 1745, and Richard Lander, the African traveller, who died in 1834.

As late as the year 1621, the Savoy Chapel witnessed the unusual scene of a young, noble, and beautiful woman performing penance within its walls. This lady was Frances, daughter of the eminent lawyer, Sir Edward Coke, and niece of the great Lord Burleigh. At an early age, she became the wife of John Villiers, first Viscount Purbeck, (elder brother of the great favourite, George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham,) from whom she eloped, in 1621, with Sir Robert Howard. Three years after she had ceased to live with her husband, she was privately delivered of a son at Somerset House, who was baptized at Cripplegate by the name of Robert Wright, but who afterwards succeeded as second Viscount Purbeck. On the birth of this child, she was prosecuted for notorious adultery, as was also her paramour, Sir Robert Howard. Of her guilt there could be no question, and accordingly she was sentenced by the High Commission Court to do penance in the Savoy Church in the Strand. The subsequent story of Lady Purbeck may be related in a few words. Deserted by her husband, and probably by her lover, she found an asylum in the house of her mother, and subse

quently died in the military quarters of Charles the First, at Oxford, in 1645. The story of the fate of her descendants is more curious. As Lord

Purbeck had never obtained, or sued for, a divorce from his wife, at his death Robert Wright assumed the title of Viscount Purbeck. He married Elizabeth, daughter of Sir John Danvers, the regicide, brother to Henry Earl of Danby; became a violent republican; publicly expressed his hatred of the name and family of Villiers; and, in 1675, concluded his eccentric career in France, to which country he had flown to avoid his creditors. His son, Robert, on the other hand, was a no less violent aristocrat, and consequently he not only assumed the title of Viscount Purbeck, but appealed to the House of Lords for the Earldom of Buckingham, which title, in the event of the failure of the male issue of the great Duke, had been secured by patent to the descendants of his elder brother, the first Lord Purbeck. The appeal, however, on the ground of his father's presumed illegitimacy, was negatived by the House of Lords. He married Margaret, daughter of Ulick de Burgh, Earl of St. Albans, by whom he had a son, John, who succeeded as fourth Viscount Purbeck, and who renewed the claims of his family to the Earldom of Buckingham, but without effect. Profligate and abandoned, he married the widow of Heneage, Esq., who had formerly been his mistress, and by whom he had two daughters. These unhappy girls followed the bad example set

them by their mother, and descended to the lowest stage of profligacy. One of them died at a very advanced age, in an obscure lodging in London, in 1786. One of the last male representatives of this spurious branch of the Villiers family, was the Reverend George Villiers, of Chargrove, in Oxfordshire, who renewed the claim to the Earldom, but also with the same want of success. The race is now extinct.

Between the Savoy and Somerset House,-close to the approach to the present Waterloo Bridge,stood Wimbledon House, a stately mansion built by the gallant soldier, Sir Edward Cecil, third son of Thomas first Earl of Exeter, and grandson of the great Lord Burleigh. This house was entirely burnt down in 1628. It was a curious coincidence that the accident should have occurred on the very day after Lord Wimbledon's house, at Wimbledon, in Surrey, had been accidentally blown up by gunpowder.

On the site of Wimbledon House stood, till the present century, the famous D'Oyley's warehouse, apparently established in the reign of James the Second by a French refugee, who, having been forced to seek an asylum in England in consequence of the revocation of the Treaty of Nantz, established himself as a weaver in Spitalfields. This person is said to have been the inventor and fabricator of various kinds of stuff goods, and to have principally obtained his reputation by his tasteful patterns, and by introducing a mixture of silk and