and the only servant he had that he could never gett to become bound for him) "The world was made for man (Hunt), and not man for the world." Hunt left an estate of 1000lib. per ann. in Somerset.

None of his servants durst appeare before him without Spanish leather bootes: for he would smell the neates leather, which offended him.

The East India merchants presented his Lo? with a cabinet of jewells, which his page, Mr. Cockaine, received, and deceived his Lord.

His Lordship was a good Poet, but conceal'd, as appeares by his Letters. See excellent verses of his Lop's which Mr. Farnaby translated into Greeke, and printed both in his Avboλoya, sc.

The world's a bubble, and the life of man,
Less than a span, &c.

Apothegmata.

His Lordship being in Yorke house garden looking on Fishers, as they were throwing their nett, asked them what they would take for their draught; they answered so much: his Lo would offer them no more but so much. They drew up their nett, and it were only 2 or 3 little fishes, his Lo! then told them, it had been better for them to have taken his offer. They replied, they hoped to have had a better draught;

but, said his Lo?" Hope is a good breakfast, but an ill supper."

When his Lo was in disfavour, his neighbours hearing how much he was indebted, came to him with a motion to buy Oake-wood of him. His Lo told them, "He would not sell his Feathers."

The Earle of Manchester being removed from his place of Lord Chiefe Justice of the Comon Pleas, to be Lord President of the Councell, told my Lord (upon his fall) that he was sorry to see him made such an example. Lord Bacon replied, It did not trouble him, since he was made a President.

The Bishop of London did cutt downe a noble clowd of trees at Fulham. The Lord Chancellor told him that he was a good expounder of darke places.

Upon his being in disfavour, his servants suddenly went away, he compared them to the flying of the vermin when the house was falling.

One told his Lordship it was now time to look about him. He replyed, "I doe not looke about me, I looke above me.

Sir Julius Cæsar (Master of the Rolles) sent to his Lo! in his necessity a hundred pounds for a present.* His Lordship would often drinke a

*Most of these informations I have from Sr John Danvers.

good draught of strong beer (March beer) tobed-wards, to lay his working fancy asleep: which otherwise would keepe him from sleeping great part of the night. I remember Sir John Danvers told me, that his Lo much delighted in his curious garden at Chelsey, and as he was walking there one time, he fell downe in a sowne. My Lady Danvers rubbed his face, temples, &c. and gave him cordiall water: as soon as he came to himselfe, sayd he, Madam, I am no good footman."

Three of his Lordship's servants* kept their coaches, and some kept race-horses.

His Favourites tooke bribes, but his Lo! alwayes gave judgement secundum æquum et bonum. His Decrees in Chancery stand firme, there are fewer of his decrees reverst, then of any other Chancellor.

His daughter maried her Gentleman Usher, Sir Thomast Vnderhill, whom she made deafe and blind, with too much of Venus. She was living since the beheading of the late King.

He had a delicate, lively hazel eie; Dr. Harvey told me it was like the eie of a viper.

I have now forgott what Mr. Bushell sayd, whether his Lordship enjoyed his Muse best at night, or in the morning.

* Sir Tho. Meautys, Mr. ... Bushell, Mr. . . . Idney. + I thinke.

Mr. Hobbes told me that the cause of his LP's death was trying an experiment. As he was taking the aire in a coach with Dr. Witherborne (a Scotchman, Physician to the King) towards Highgate, snow lay on the ground, and it came into my Lord's thoughts, why flesh might not be preserved in snow as in salt. They were resolved they would try the experiment presently. They alighted out of the coach, and went into a poore woman's house at the bottome of Highgate hill, and bought a hen, and made the woman exenterate it, and then stuffed the bodie with snow, and my Lord did help to doe it himselfe. The snow so chilled him, that he immediately fell so extremely ill, that he could not returne to his lodgings, (I suppose then at Graye's Inne,) but went to the Earl of Arundell's house, at Highgate, where they putt him into a good bed warmed with a panne, but it was a damp bed that had not been layn in about a yeare before, which gave him such a cold that in 2 or 3 dayes, as I remember he [Mr. Hobbes] told me, he dyed of suffocation.

He had a uterine* brother, ANTHONY BACON, who was a very great statesman, and much beyond his brother Francis for the Politiques. A lame man; he was a pensioner to, and lived with, Earle of Essex, and to him he [Francis]

* His mother was ... Cooke, sister of .... Cooke of Giddy-hall, in Essex, 2d wife to Sir Nicholas Bacon.

dedicates the first edition of his Essayes, a little booke no bigger then a Primer, which I have seen in the Bodleian Library.

His sisters were ingeniose and well-bred; they well understood the use of the Globes, as you may find in the preface of Mr. Blundeville of the Sphere see if it is not dedicated to them. One of them was maried to S: John Cunstable of Yorkshire. To this bro. in lawe he dedicates his second edition of his Essayes in Svo. his last in 4to. to the D. of Bucks.

I will now say something of VERULAM, and his house at Gorhambery. At Verulam is to be scen in some few places, some remains of the wall of this Citie; which was in compass about

miles. This magnanimous Lord Chancellor had a great mind to have made it a citie again: and he had designed it, to be built with great uniformity: but Fortune denyed it him, though she proved kinder to the great Cardinal Richelieu, who lived both to designe, and finish that specious towne of Richelieu, where he was borne; before an obscure and small village.

Within the bounds of the walls of this old citie of Verulam (his Lordship's Barony) was Verulam house, about a mile from St. Alban's; which his Lordship built, the most ingeniosely