matters which have been too many times dilated upon to need recapitulation.  Mr. Attwood had peculiar views on the currency question, and pertinaciously pressing them on his fellow members in the House of Commons he was not liked, and only held his seat until the end of Dec., 1839, the last prominent act of his political life being the presentation of a monster Chartist petition in the previous June.  He afterwards retired into private life, ultimately dying at Malvern, March 6 1856, being then 73 years of age.  Charles Attwood, a brother, but who took less part in politics, retiring from the Political Union when he thought Thomas and his friends were verging on the precipice of revolution, was well known in the north of England iron and steel trade.  He died Feb. 24, 1875, in his 84th year.  Another brother Benjamin, who left politics alone, died Nov. 22, 1874, aged 80.  No greater contrast could possibly be drawn than that shown in the career of these three gentlemen.  The youngest brother who industriously attended to his business till he had acquired a competent fortune, also inherited enormous wealth from a nephew, and after his death he was proved to have been the long un-known but much sought after anonymous donor of the L1,000 notes so continuously acknowledged in the Times as having been sent to London hospitals and charities.  It was said that Benjamin Attwood distributed nearly L350,000 in this unostentatious manner, and his name will be ever blessed.  Charles Attwood was described as a great and good man, and a benefactor to his race.  His discoveries in the manufacture of glass and steel, and his opening up of the Cleveland iron district, has given employment to thousands, and as one who knew him well said, “If he had cared more about money, and less about science, he could have been one of the richest commoners in England;” but he was unselfish, and let other reap the benefit of his best patents.  What the elder brother was, most Brums know; he worked hard in the cause of Liberalism, he was almost idolised here, and his statue stands not far from the site of the Bank with which his name was unfortunately connected, and the failure of which is still a stain on local commercial history.

Baldwin, James.—­Born in the first month of the present century, came here early in his teens, worked at a printer’s, saved his money, an employer at 25, made a speciality of “grocer’s printing,” fought hard in the battle against the “taxes on knowledge,” became Alderman and Mayor, and ultimately settled down on a farm near his own paper mills at King’s Norton, where, Dec. 10, 1871, he finished a practically useful life, regretted by many.