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of my published writings, and whether relating to Hampshire or London, it describes me as " T. W. Shore, of Southampton," and that I am well content to be. Your streets are therefore, in a way, my streets. Let me then, as a visitor, tell you very briefly something of some of the 18th and early 19th century visitors in your streets. The passing along these streets in earlier centuries of kings, princes, generals, and their armies, is part of the history of our country.
Streets derive much of their archaeological interest from their human associations. It is so in London, where we put tablets on houses in which distinguished men in science, letters, politics, and arts have lived. During the 18th and early part of the 19th centuries, the streets of Southampton had their association with men of rank and distinction, who came here among its crowds of visitors, lords, right honourables, honourables, baronets, knights and their ladies, and others of social rank. Where princes and royal dukes occasionally came, people of less exalted social status would be certain to come also, but instead of endeavouring to make a list of those who frequented our streets, I prefer to mention men and women of letters whom we can trace here, men and women who have left us a literary inheritance, or helped to make our history. A king can make a lord ; he cannot make a man of letters, or a maker of history.
Here in the early part of the 18th century came Isaac Watts to visit his old home. Here Lord Peterborough settled and invited his literary friends—Dean Swift, Pope, Gay, Arbuthnot, and among' others, the Frenchman Voltaire. Swift wrote of him in the verses beginning " Mordanto fills the trump of fame." Pope describes him as one of our warriors " Who hang their trophies o'er the garden gate." Here he brought his wife, Anastasia Robinson, the prima-donna in the opera of her time. Here came James Thomson, the poet, author of " The Seasons," whose memorial inscription to Miss Stanley, and lines on her death, beginning " Here, Stanley, rest," you may read in Holy Rood Church. Here came Iveats, the poet, and Sir Hans Sloane, who was connected with South Stoneham, and was a friend and contemporary of Stephen Hales, the Hampshire clergyman, whose researches in the physiology of plants and animals are still quoted in Universities all over Europe and America. It was Sir Hans Sloane, whose offer of his books to the country was the beginning of our National Library. Thomas Gray, the poet, author of the " Elegy," written in a country churchyard, was here in 1764, and in a letter describes the old town, its two beautiful bays, and its sea bathing.
Later in the century, many others came here among the visitors whQffperambulated the streets of the old town, whose names will permanently live in our literature. Among the novelists was Jane Austin, who at one time lived here, and whose writings are to this day more widely read than those of any other author of fiction in the States of New England. Years ago, I spent a day in the streets and roads
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