their hearts and proved it by their love to their neighbours.

Their names unrecorded on earth will never be forgotten by Him who said “Inasmuch as ye did it to the least of these my brethren ye did it to me.”

Beyond this colony I discovered another in Latimer Road where there was no Sabbath teaching or secular education.  In looking back I feel grateful to God for the numbers I was enabled to gather together on the Sabbath, both of adults and children and also for the many children who received instruction in a day school I established.  It is many years ago but I meet with some now who thank God that in the Sabbath teaching there they received that acquaintance with Jesus which has proved a blessing to them and their children to the present time.  But what a place it was when I first discovered it—comparatively out of the world—a rough road cut across the field, the only approach.  Brickfields and pits on either side, making it dangerous to leave on dark nights.

A safe place for many people who did not wish everybody to know what they were doing.  I am afraid that there were more spirits about there than there were either bodies or bottles to contain.

I could tell a great deal about Latimer Road in 1844 to 1850, but other Pharoahs have arisen there who know not Joseph and they are doing a good work in that which by the opening of a railway station has become a well-known place.

Westbourne Grove was a pleasant Grove of small villas with gardens in front and behind.  Newton Road was a similar place.

The only road by which they could be approached was Black Lion Lane, now Queen’s Road and a footpath across the field where Princes Square now stands.

The Royal Oak was a country inn.

There were no houses of business then in the Grove, but where the Redan and about twelve shops down the Grove stand, there was a nursery ground, which in former times was a favourite resort of Queen Ann.

The inhabitants of the Grove were principally City or West-end men of business, who reached their habitation by the Bayswater or Paddington omnibuses.

These omnibuses belonged to two companies, the principal proprietors were:—Messrs. Melliship, Treadaway, Carpenter and Grant.

The General Omnibus Company afterwards bought up all their vehicles.

There was also one omnibus, the “Eagle,” which ran from Kensington Church, through Church Street, Bayswater Road, New Road, Islington to the Bank.

There were no cab stands but a stray cab might often be found at the Black Lion in the Bayswater Road or outside one of the other country inns.

Queen’s Road (Black Lion Lane) was only partly built on and the houses were small.  A Wesleyan Chapel and Orphanage stood then on the site of the Queen’s Road Chapel, and in 1846, a high house (about No. 153, since taken by Mr. Whiteley) was erected for a Chartist Club House.  It afterwards became the Queen’s Hotel.  The houses opposite the baths were also built about 1846.

Porchester Terrace was only partially built, but on the west side resided Mr. Linnel, an artist, whose paintings of corn fields, &c., are so much admired by all who see them.

The reader may judge what sort of house the Royal Oak was by looking at the newspaper shop a few doors away.  Beyond this to the railway on both sides of that which is now Bishop’s Road was a waste wilderness.  I only remember one house and that a wooden one which had an inscription “The Cottage of Content.”  It was a large basin-like piece of land and upon this Westbourne Terrace, Gloucester Gardens, Bishop’s Road, the north end of Porchester Terrace, and Craven Hill Road were built.

The Bishop of that day gave the deepest hole to the parishioners to build a church—about the worst part of what was then his large estate.  It cost about £2,000 to fill up the hole to its present level before Trinity Church could be built.  This church, like others, the ratepayers paid for with Church Rates.  I had the pleasure of seconding a resolution to make the last Church rate in Paddington.

St. Mary’s Hospital was commenced about 1845 and under its excellent management has proved to be a great blessing to Paddington.

On the site of the Trinity Schools in the Harrow Road was a public Maze, a great resort for holiday people as it was then completely in the country.  Here too was a magic mirror, in which for twopence any young lady might behold (?) her future husband.

In the Harrow Road, opposite the Vestry Hall, stood until 1860, the oldest charitable buildings in the parish, a block of small almshouses.  They afforded shelter for about 16 poor old women.  No doubt they felt more independent in their actions than they would have done in the Workhouse.  It is doubtful if they were so well cared for as they would have been in the larger house with its excellent Master and Matron, who take a great interest in the comfort of all the inmates.

They are not answerable for the separation of old married couples, against which separation I strongly protest.

It is not, however, every married couple who wish to live together; of this I had a proof once when I asked a man if he would not be more happy with his aged wife?  After a moment’s consideration he answered “Thank you sir, I have had enough of her.”  This I think must have been a rare exception.

Kensal Green Cemetery had in 1844 already received not a few bodies but the majority have been interred since.

Members of Silver Street Chapel used to look with deep interest at the tomb of John Colston, a much-loved Superintendent of their Sabbath School.  With the same deep interest many look upon the grave of a later Superintendent of the School at Westbourne Grove Chapel, the highly esteemed Thomas Faulkes, whose memory is still dear.  How many a member of the old and also of the new Westbourne Grove Chapel have gone with sad hearts to that God’s acre.  To mention names would be painful to both reader and writer; I only add “Till He come.”

A few names of public men and women buried here will, perhaps not, be out of place:—

Duke of Sussex, Sydney Smith, Anne Scott and Sophia Lockhart, daughters of Sir Walter Scott, John Hugh Lockhart his grandson, Thomas Hood, Thackeray, Calcott, Mulready, John Leach, John Cassel, The Princess Sophia of Gloucester, Statesmen, Poets, Actors, Artists, Physicians and Quacks.  The rich and the poor have all found here one common resting place, but amongst those unmentioned names how many an one whom the world has not esteemed will be found in the end to be among the number of whom the “world was not worthy.”

In writing the history of the transformation of Notting Hill from country to its present condition I must mention a gentleman, the Rev. Mr. Walker, who it was said came to the neighbourhood with half a million sterling to invest.  Who were his advisers I do not know; but he was not long in causing hundreds of carcases of houses to be built.  If he had commenced his operations on the London side of the estate no doubt the houses would have sold and a fine investment made, but as he preferred building from Clarendon Road (where roads were not made) towards London the land was covered with unfinished houses which continued in a ruinous condition for years and the consequence was the investor was almost ruined.

This gentleman built All Saints Church and intended to put upon it a spire as high as that on Salisbury Cathedral.  Sad tales could be told of not a few who sank their all in bricks and mortar.  Lawyers and money-lenders have in time past reaped a