ing and surging from
side to side with every movement of the Roman crowd itself, as it went
out and returned in confusion, she so absorbed her son into herself as
she looked at him, so swelled and amplified in her pride and glory for
him, that "the people in the pit blubbered all round," and he could no
more help it than the rest.

There are yet some other names that should have place in these rambling
recollections, though I by no means affect to remember all. One Sunday
evening Mazzini made memorable by taking us to see the school he had
established in Clerkenwell for the Italian organ-boys. This was after
dining with Dickens, who had been brought into personal intercourse with
the great Italian by having given money to a begging impostor who made
unauthorized use of his name. Edinburgh friends made him regular visits
in the spring time: not Jeffrey and his family alone, but sheriff Gordon
and his, with whom he was not less intimate, Lord Murray and his wife,
Sir William Allan and his niece, Lord Robertson with his wonderful
Scotch mimicries, and Peter Fraser with his enchanting Scotch songs; our
excellent friend Liston the surgeon, until his fatal illness came in
December 1848, being seldom absent from those assembled to bid such
visitors welcome. Allan's name may remind me of other artists often at
his house, Eastlakes, Leslies, Friths, and Wards, besides those who have
had frequent mention, and among whom I should have included Charles as
well as Edwin Landseer, and William Boxall. Nor should I drop from this
section of his friends, than whom none were more attractive to him, such
celebrated names in the sister arts as those of Miss Helen Faucit, an
actress worthily associated with the brightest days of our friend
Macready's managements, Mr. Sims Reeves, Mr. John Parry, Mr. Phelps, Mr.
Webster, Mr. Harley, Mr. and Mrs. Keeley, Mr. Whitworth, and Miss Dolby.
Mr. George Henry Lewes he had an old and great regard for; among other
men of letters should not be forgotten the cordial Thomas Ingoldsby, and
many-sided true-hearted Charles Knight; Mr. R. H. Horne and his wife
were frequent visitors both in London and at seaside holidays; and I
have met at his table Mr. and Mrs. S. C. Hall. There were the Duff
Gordons too, the Lyells, and, very old friends of us both, the Emerson
Tennents; there was the good George Raymond, Mr. Frank Beard and his
wife; the Porter Smiths, valued for Macready's sake as well as their
own; Mr. a