1822.) 
men, that this night will be buint the 
Gorgon’s head, or move properly the head 
of Medusa, in history said to have snakes 
on her hair, and to kil men byher looks; 
such a thing as was never known to be 
done in Engiand before. 
—tThe site of Cuper’s Gardens is now 
eccupied by Beaufoy’s vinegar works, 
in South Lambeth. 
The notion that Fawkeshal! or 
Vauxhall Gardens derive their name 
from Guy Vaux, of gunpowder-treason 
notoriety, appears to have no_ better 
foundation than a person named Vaux 
having formerly lived there. 'The 
gardens have been a place of great 
popular attraction for more than a 
century. On the 7th of June, 1743, 
Mr. Tyers, the proprietor, opened 
them with a splendid illumination, and 
an advertisement of a ridotto al fresco 
(a. term then.unknown to the people); 
about 400 persons were present, 
mostly in masks and dominos. ‘Till 
the building of Westminster-bridge, 
the passage to the gardens was from 
the opposite shore by water, or over 
London-bridge, and through the Bo- 
rough. By Mr. Addison’s account in 
the Spectator, the gardens were open- 
ed so carly as the month of May ; that 
masks were worn by some of the com- 
pany; that mead was a favourite 
liquor with those who wore them ; and 
that Burton ale was in request with 
gentlemen. So great was the delight 
Mr. Tyers took in this place, that he 
caused himself to be carried into the 
garden a few hours before his death, 
to take alast look at them. ‘The price 
of admission was one shilling till 1792, 
when additional amusements and de- 
corations having been provided, it was 
raised to two shillings; which, in con- 
sequence of farther improvements, and 
the reduction of the number of nights 
of representation from six to three, 
was raised to 4s. (now 3s.6d.) The ave- 
rage number of company used to be 
about one thousand, but this number 
has been greatly exceeded; and, from 
the manner in which the gardens were 
conducted last season, it is probable 
they will again become a popular place 
of resort. 
Lambeth is associated with recollec- 
lions more valuable than scenes of 
gaicty, or even architectural remains ; 
it has been the abode of learning, in- 
genuity, and virtue. The Tradescants 
hold a conspicuous place among the 
worthies of the parish; their virtues 
rr 
Antiquities and Present State of Lambeth, Sc. 
‘Jines are 
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may be collected, from their epitaph in 
the church-yard:— % 
Know, stranger, ere thon pass, beneath this 
) stone ? 
Lye Johu Vradeseant, grandsive, father, 
son; 
The last dy'd in his spring; the other‘two 
Liv’d till they had traveil’d art and nature 
through, r 
As by their choice collections may appear, 
Of what is rare in dana, in sea, in air; 
Whilst they (as Homer's Tliad in a nut,) 
A world of wonders in’ one closet shut. 
These famous antiquarjans, that had been 
Both, gardeners to the rose and lity queen, 
Transplanted now themselves, sleep here ; 
and when aa 
Angels shall with their trampets waken men, 
And fire shall purge the world, these three 
shall rise, i 
And change the garden for a paradise. 
In the new ledger, placed by pub- 
lic subscription in 1773, the three last 
omitted. Mr. Edward 
Moore, the author of “the Gamester,” 
and the periodical paper called ‘“ the 
World,” resided in Lambeth; and 
Mr. Francis Moore, of ‘‘ Loyal Alma- 
nack”” memory, lived many years at 
the north corner of Calcot’s-ailey, in 
the Back-lane, new called High-street, 
where he followed the joint occupation 
of astrologer, schoolmaster, and phy- 
sician. The house in which Mr 
Bushell lived might be seen till lately, 
at the corner of Oakley-street, oppo- 
site the Asylimm; its singular occupant 
is thus described in Aubrey’s Survey : 
—‘ Mr. Bushell, (says he,) a man well 
known to Chancellor Bacon, being in 
fear of Oliver Cromwell, absconded to 
a fair house here, where the piqued 
turretis. He was obnoxious, and in 
danger of his life ; and his old faithful 
servant, John Sydenham, and an old 
woman, were alone privy to his con- 
cealment. his private life in the 
day, with his nightly diversion in his 
orchard, lasted a whole year, until his 
peace was made. He lay ina garret, 
which was the length of the whole 
house, hung with black baize ; at one 
end was a skeleton, extended on a 
mattress, which was rolled up under 
its head; at the other end a low pallet 
bed, on which the said Bushell lay; 
and on the wall was depicted various 
emblems of mortality. He was an in- 
genious and contemplative man, and 
a vast admirer of his great master, 
Bacon.” 
Considering the many celebrated 
places in Lambeth, it is singular some 
of 
