.C., which placed this slab, made a topographical error.
James Wright, in his _Compendious View of the late Tumults and Troubles
in this Kingdom_ (1683), says: "The Lord Russel ... was on the day
following, viz. Saturday the 21st of July, Beheaded in Lincoln's Inn
Fields. For which purpose a Scaffold was erected that Morning on that
side of the Fields next to the Arch going into Duke Street, in the
middle between the said Arch and the corner turning into Queen Street."

[2]

To the Editor of _The Times_.

SIR--As Links with the Past seem just now to be in fashion, permit
me to supply two which concern my near relations.

1. My uncle, Lord Russell (1792-1878) visited Napoleon at Elba in
December, 1814, and had a long conversation with him, which is
reported in Spencer Walpole's "Life of Lord John Russell." There
must be plenty of people now alive who conversed with my uncle, so
this Link cannot be a very rare one.

2. My second Link is more remarkable. My father (1807-1894)
remembered an old Highlander who had been "out" with Prince Charles
Edward in 1745. Of course, this "linking" took place at the extremes
of age, my father being a little boy and the Highlander a very old
man. My grandfather, the sixth Duke of Bedford, was one of the first
Englishmen who took a shooting in the Highlands (on the Spey), and
the first time that my father accompanied him to the north, Prince
Charlie's follower was still living near the place which my
grandfather rented.
Your obedient servant,
_Sept. 6, 1910._ GEORGE W. E. RUSSELL.

II

HARROW

Not to River nor Royal Keep,
Low Meads nor level Close,
Up to the sturdy wind-worn steep,
_Levavi oculos_;
To four red walls on a skyward climb,
Towering over the fields and Time.
E. MILNER-WHITE.

When Dr. Vaughan re-created Harrow School, after its long decadence
under Longley and Wordsworth, he wished that the number should never
exceed five hundred. Of late years the school has been greatly enlarged,
but in my time we were always just about the number which, in Vaughan's
judgment, was the largest that a Head-master could properly supervise.
That number is embalmed in Edward Howson's touching song:--

"Five hundred faces, and all so strange!
Life in front of me, Home