Page 222, line 12 from foot. I could walk it away.  Writing to Wordsworth in March, 1822, concerning the possibility of being pensioned off, Lamb had said:—­“I had thought in a green old age (O green thought!) to have retired to Ponder’s End—­emblematic name—­how beautiful! in the Ware road, there to have made up my accounts with heaven and the Company, toddling about between it and Cheshunt, anon stretching on some fine Izaac Walton morning, to Hoddsdon or Amwell, careless as a Beggar, but walking walking ever till I fairly walkd myself off my legs, dying walking.”

And again, writing to Southey after the emancipation, he says (August, 1825):  “Mary walks her twelve miles a day some days, and I twenty on others.  ’Tis all holiday with me now, you know.”

Page 224, line 9. Ch——­.  John Chambers, son of the Rev. Thomas Chambers, Vicar of Radway-Edgehill, Warwickshire, and an old Christ’s Hospitaller, to whom Lamb wrote the famous letter on India House society, printed in the Letters, Canon Ainger’s edition, under December, 1818.  John Chambers lived until 1872, and had many stories of Lamb.

Page 224, line 9. Do——­.  Probably Henry Dodwell, to whom Lamb wrote the letters of July, 1816, from Calne, and that of October 7, 1827, thanking him for a gift of a sucking pig.  But there seems (see the letter to Chambers above referred to) to have been also a clerk named Dowley.  It was Dodwell who annoyed Lamb by reading The Times till twelve o’clock every morning.

Page 224, line 10. Pl——­.  According to the late H.G.  Bohn’s notes on Chambers’ letter, this was W.D.  Plumley.

Page 224, line 18.  My “works.”  See note to the preface to the Last Essays of Elia.  The old India House ledgers of Lamb’s day are no longer in existence, but a copy of Booth’s Tables of Interest is preserved, with some mock notices from the press on the fly-leaves in Lamb’s hand.  Lamb’s portrait by Meyer was bought for the India Office in 1902.

Page 224, line 12 from foot. My own master.  As a matter of fact Lamb found the time rather heavy on his hands now and then; and he took to searching for beauties in the Garrick plays in the British Museum as a refuge.  The Elgin marbles were moved there in 1816.

Page 225, line 16 from foot. And what is it all for?  At these words, in the London Magazine, came the passage:—­

    “I recite those verses of Cowley, which so mightily agree with my
    constitution.

      “Business! the frivolous pretence
      Of human lusts to shake off innocence: 
      Business! the grave impertinence: 
      Business! the thing which I of all things hate: 
      Business! the contradiction of my fate.

    “Or I repeat my own lines, written in my Clerk state:—­