English Lands, Letters and Kings, vol. 3: Queen Anne and the Georges

We have still in our mind's eye, and very pleasantly, that quaint old clergyman of Hampshire, who wrote about the daws, and the swallows, and the fern-owl, in a way that has kep...

We open in this book upon times--belonging to the earlier quarter of the eighteenth century--when, upon the Continent of Europe, Peter the Great was stamping out sites for citie...

The name of Dean Berkeley--an acute and kindly philosopher--engaged our attention in the last chapter. So did that ripe scholar and master of Trinity, Richard Bentley;[1] then c...

It was a little after the middle of the last century that our story opens again. George II., whose virtues and vices were clock-like in their regularities, was on the throne; Qu...

Beyond Dunkeld--which is the southern gateway of the Scottish Highlands--there stretches a great wood, within the domain of the Duke of Athole, where one can wander for miles; t...

I have spoken within the last few pages of David Hume--philosopher and historian; he was kindly natured, witty, serene, with a capacity for large and enduring friendships; yet w...

We had sight of George III. in our last chapter, and we shall catch sight of him again from time to time; for he was a persistent lingerer, and a most obstinate liver. We had gl...

We parted company, in our last chapter, with Dr. Johnson, of whose work and career every educated person should know; we parted company also, with that more lovable, though less...

An Irish Bishop, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 A Scholar, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 Two Doctors, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ....