curfew has been tolled here, from Michaelmas to Lady Day, the day of the month being indicated during the time of ringing. A handsome stone bridge of seven arches was erected, in 1786, across the Thames, connecting the county of Surrey with Middlesex. At a house in Guildford Street, formerly distinguished as the Porch House, lived Abraham Cowley, the poet, who has perpetuated, in prose and verse, his love for this seclusion in a hundred quaint prettinesses. Beneath the window of the room in which he died (July 28th, 1667) is a tablet thus appealing to the sympathies of the passers-by:-"Here the last accents flowed from Cowley's tongue." A pretty summer house that he built, and a seat under a sycamore tree, both mentioned in his poems, were existing till the middle of the last century. After the excursionist has refreshed his physical energies at one of the many excellent inns that here abound, by all means let him ascend St. Anne's Hill, about a mile out of the town, and he shall find himself, at the summit, elevated some 250 feet above the ocean level, with a glorious panorama round about him of the finest parts of the river between Richmond and Windsor. There is a spring at the top, that summer's heat and winter's cold alike prove unable to dry up or freeze. The mansion on the southern slope of the hill was once the residence of Charles James Fox, the statesman, to whom a cenotaph has been erected in the church. From Chertsey he can now proceed to the Woking Station, an agreeable walk of five miles, and so return by railway, or cross the bridge, and go through Laleham on to Staines, a distance of four miles: thence one of the coaches that still ply on that comparatively deserted road will bring him back to town.

The excursion we have indicated, with judicious management of stoppages, need not occupy more than a day, but should the finny fraternity of the streams tempt an angler to loiter on his path, it will be found an excellent plan to stop at Chertsey for the night, and try his chance among the famous jack and perch of Shepperton in the morning.

EXCURSION III.

CAMBERWELL-PECKHAM RYE-NUNHEAD CEMETERYDULWICH-DULWICH COLLEGE - PENGE COMMON-SYDENHAM-ANERLEY-BEULAH SPA-NORWOOD-NORWOOD CEMETERY-STREATHAM-BRIXTON-STOCKWELL-THE STOCKWELL GHOST-CLAPHAM-CLAPHAM COMMON-RETURN BY OMNIBUS.

OUR next trip out of town into Surrey, though less extensive, will not be found less interesting. Having got a ticket of admission to the Dulwich Gallery,* take an omnibus to Camberwell Green, and be put down at the "Father Redcap," a hostel that in the last century stood far away in the fields, without a habitation within ken. Cross the Green and turn down Grove Lane to the right, a thoroughfare at the back of Camberwell Grove, now occupied by a handsome range of modern houses, commanding a retrospective view over the smoke-enshrouded buildings of the southern suburbs. It was here that tradition alleges Barnwell killed his uncle, but the crime of the city apprentice, immortalised by Lillo, has not even had the assistance of a ghost to indicate the precise spot of the murder. At the end of this lane there is a steep declivity, where the road winds round to the valley beneath, and the prospect that here comes with startling suddenness on the eye of the pedestrian is a pleasant surprise after the monotonous lines of houses which have hitherto been our

* These tickets are gratis, and easily obtainable of the chief Printsellers, being merely rendered necessary to ensure the respectability of the visitors, though it is probable before long that even this slight condition will be dispensed with. Ackerman, Strand, and Colnaghi, Pall Mall, will both supply them. The gallery is open every week day, except Friday, from 10 till 5 in the summer months, and 11 till 3 during the winter.

boundary right and left. You are in an instant transported, as if by magic, from the confines of the town to the open country, and though a few cottages have, within the last year or two, been built at the foot of the hill, there is yet enough rurality about it to make it grateful to the vision of one satiated with street scenes and street bustle. The vale of Peckham lies in the foreground, with beyond an ample tract of pasture ground, veined with hedgerows, and an undulating country at the back, wherein ivied cottages and clustering elms knot themselves into picturesque groups afar off. The road winding to the left brings us to Goose Green, a favourite spot for academies, and a quarter of a mile further is Peckham Rye, which at first view appears to consist of a score of little shops and stuccoed dwellings, a tavern or two, a large pond, and ducks and dogs innumerable. Peckham, though recently much enlarged by terraces and other symptoms of metropolitan extension, was not long ago as quietly rural as if four hundred miles, instead of four, had been its distance from town. Here are tea-gardens—so called, of course, because tea is never called for within them-that, garnished with flowers and seats amid the shrubberies, offer no despicable attractions to the city artisan, who can thus within omnibus range breathe a fresher atmosphere, and have some wholesome notion of real country air. Hardly a mile from the Rye, reached by the road exactly opposite to that by which we came, is Nunhead Cemetery, occupying the slope of a hill which is crowned upon the top by a neat chapel for performing the funereal rites of the Established Church. Adjoining is a plainer edifice for the use of Dissenters. The grounds are well disposed, though they cannot be said to rival the cemeteries of Kensal Green and Norwood. From the eminence adjoining there is a good prospect of London, and the pathway to Forest Hill, and round, under the SouthEastern Railway, to New Cross and Deptford, is not to be despised by those whom time will not permit to enjoy a more excursive ramble.

From Peckham we can strike across the hills, where one of the old Semaphores, or wooden telegraphs, still remains—a disused link of telegraphic communication between the Admiralty and Portsmouth-and get to Dulwich through the meadows. Just past the neat village, plentifully besprinkled with the villas of metropolitan merchants, is Dulwich College, founded, in 1619, by Edward Alleyne, the actor, who, as one of Shakspere's contemporaries, was a popular representative of most of the characters in his plays. It is a building of the Elizabethan school, and was erected from the designs of Inigo Jones. In 1811 a new wing was added for the reception of the pictures bequeathed by Sir Francis Bourgeois, and these include some of the finest specimens extant of the works of the old Flemish and Spanish masters. Those by Cuyp, Rembrandt, aud Murillo are highly estimated, and there are several by our own Sir Joshua Reynolds. An inspection of the pictorial treasures herein contained will prove a desirable and gratifying hour's occupation. A chapel, library, and school, for gratuitous instruction, are attached, and the warden must be the same name as the founder, a condition which has occasionally involved some perplexity in its fulfilment. The environs are replete with pastoral beauty, and an immense quantity of hay is obtained from this district. Pursuing the road before us, and skirting the borders of some fine plantations-well known to pic-nic parties from town-we pass Penge Common, where the Watermen's Almshouses form a conspicuous object in their isolated position. They were erected, by subscription, for aged watermen and lightermen, in 1840. Nothing can be more charmingly sylvan, or less suggestive of the approximate city, than the walk across the hill to Sydenham, which reveals a varied and expansive prospect over Kent as we approach its precincts. The town lies in the hollow, and has a number of opulent residents, whose elegant mansions contribute to diversify the scene. On the common has recently been built a handsome church, and along by the railway several stately villas have been called into

being by the increased facilities of transit thus afforded, and the acknowledged salubrity of the air. The Anerley Gardens, a short distance from the station, are prettily disposed, with every imaginable device to make a visitor prolong his stay. The old Croydon Canal runs at the end of the grounds, and is kept well stocked with fish; there are few resorts more calculated than this to afford innocent recreation and healthy enjoyment.

Unless the train is taken from Anerley we may take the rambler on with us some two miles to the west across the country to Norwood, a famous haunt for gipsies and pleasure parties, though the former have become nearly extinct. Beulah Spa is well known to summer excursionists as a delightful destination for a day's jaunt, having archery and music to increase the general hilarity, as well as verdant lawns and flowery arbours, where the "creature comforts" may be most delectably administered. The mineral spring, discovered in 1827, may be tasted by those disposed to try its beneficial effects; it has a twang with it like what we should fancy an infusion of Congreve matches would produce. The scenery round Norwood is as wild and romantic as though the sound of a Brixton omnibus never disturbed the tranquillity of the region, and botanists and entomologists can find in the woods hereabout some choice specimens for their cabinets. Norwood Cemetery, laid out in 1839, at a cost of £80,000, occupies a very eligible position, on the sloping elevation of a hill near the roads leading to Tulse Hill and Brixton. It encloses a space of nearly fifty acres, and the brick wall which surrounds the Cemetery is above a mile and a half in length. Two chapels, one Episcopal and the other for Dissenters, are built in the gothic style at the highest point, and hence there is a fine prospect before us, reaching from the park immediately beneath, which formerly belonged to Lord Chancellor Thurlow, to Herne Hill, and the towers of Westminster Abbey and St. Paul's. Under the cloisters of the chapel are the catacombs, estimated to contain 2,000