126 MEMORIAL TRIBUTE 



Charterhouse Square, nr. West Smithfield. By this time, 

 however, it was rather late, and I was rather fatigued, 

 so I thought I should rather return to Aldermansbury. 

 In a letter from Edinburgh I am directed to get 

 from J. Simpson, stock manufacturer, 166 Strand, South 

 Side, a military stock, purchased by Kenneth MacCas- 

 kill, assistant surgeon, 1st Foot, on 10th September. 

 I have reached the Strand; but in 166 is a person 

 named Whitelsock, and in 106 are Widow Dyke and 

 Son, quill manufacturers to His Majesty ; and Simpson 

 I find nowhere. However, I have done my duty. 

 There remain for me now 



To see Heaviside's Museum. 



To deliver Mr. Coleman's letter. 



To see Mr. Scott. 



To call on Mr. Linning. 



To visit Mr. MacCulloch. 



To pack up my movables. 



To pay my debts. 



To take a seat in or on a coach, and to leave London. 



It seems a little strange to a stranger that in London 

 nobody knows anybody, excepting those that it especially 

 concerns him to know. This is true Irish, but at 

 bottom correct. In Edinburgh everybody knows every- 

 body with whom he has nothing to do, and his neigh- 

 bour's affairs are of much interest to him, especially if 

 he has no business with them. In Scotland a man is 

 nothing unless he has a long string of ancestors, in 

 England nothing unless he has a long purse. A 

 Londoner does not inquire respecting the man who 



