EAELY DAYS 
a Newfoundland I believe, that my father kept, and which 
was notorious for its thefts from the butchers' shops of the 
town. 
My Grandfather Hooker's house in Magdalen Street, 
Norwich, I remember even better, where my grandmother 
used to show me the glazed drawers of his insect cabinet. 
On leaving Halesworth for Glasgow, my father sold his insects 
to Mr. Sparshall of that city, a well-known collector. The 
collection is now in the Norwich Museum. Also I well re- 
member his little garden and greenhouse of succulent plants, 
and on seeing a Coccinella on a post, repeating to it the stave : 
Bishop Bishop Barnabee 
When will your marriage be ? 
If it be to-morrow's day, 
Take your wings and fly away. 
Of my Grandfather Turner's house in Yarmouth, I 
remember being carried there in my nurse's arms early in 
1821, on the eve of my mother taking myself, brother and 
sisters to Glasgow, where my father, who had taken up 
his Professorship in the previous summer, was awaiting us. 
My grandfather occupied the house of Gm^ney's Bank, of 
which he was a resident Director. I remember distinctly 
the raihngs before the Bank, its drawing-room, and my 
aunts' seizing me from my nurse, dancing with me round the 
room, and striking the harp to amuse me. Also I remember 
the walls of the room being covered with pictures of which 
my grandfather had a small but very choice collection. This 
collection was sold after my grandfather's death in 1858. 
Some of the pictures, notably the Titian, a Hobbema and, I 
think, a Greuze and one or more Cot mans are in the Wallace 
Collection. 
Of the journey from Yarmouth to Glasgow by post 
horses I have a distinct recollection, during which my 
mother caught ague in crossing the Fens, with which she was 
troubled for many years. Of incidents I can only remember 
my brother running to eat a cake of white soap, mistaking it 
for an apple. I also distinctly remember the picturesque 
place, Inn of Beattock Bridge, in Dumfriesshire, but why 
I cannot tell. 
My next memory is the arrival in Glasgow by night, and 
going into lodgings (No. 1, Bath Street) which my father had 
