[Illustration:  Christ’s hospital.]

For seven years—­from October 1782 until November 1789—­Charles Lamb remained at Christ’s Hospital, and then, close upon fifteen years of age, returned to his parents in the Temple.  His brother John had obtained an appointment in the South Sea House, probably through the kindly offices of Samuel Salt, who was a Deputy-Governor, and at some unascertained date between 1789 and 1792, Charles found employment in the same office; not, however, for long, for in April of 1792 he was appointed clerk in the accountant’s office of the East India House, at a commencing salary of L70 per annum.  This same year which thus saw the founding of Charles Lamb’s humble fortunes, saw also the beginning of the break-up of his home, for the immortal old Bencher, Samuel Salt, died, and the Lamb family was left without its mainstay.  John Lamb the elder was past work, already, we may believe, passing into senility; and John Lamb the younger, who appears to have been prospering in the South Sea House, had presumably set up his bachelor home elsewhere.  Salt bequeathed to his clerk and factotum a pension of L10 a year, and various legacies amounting to about L700.  The old home in the Temple had to be given up, but whither the family first removed is not known.  Four years later they were living in Little Queen Street—­now a portion of Kingsway—­off Holborn, in a house on the west side, the site of which is now covered by a church.

At the end of 1794—­though his first known verses are dated five years earlier—­Charles Lamb had, so far as we are aware, the pleasure of seeing himself for the first time “in print,” and curiously enough here at the earliest beginning of his life as author he was intimately associated with Coleridge; indeed, his “effusion,” a sonnet addressed to Mrs. Siddons, appeared in “The Morning Chronicle” on 29th December, with the signature “S.  T. C.”  Coleridge, we learn from Lamb’s letters, altered the sonnet and was welcome to do so, and the poem properly appears in both of their collected works; the recension is certainly not an improvement on the original.  In the spring of 1796 a small volume of Coleridge’s poems was published, four sonnets by Lamb being included in it; and in May, 1796, was written the earliest of the rich collection of Lamb’s letters which have come down to us.  In this letter we have the first mention of the shadow which overhung the Lamb family.

My life has been somewhat diversified of late.  The six weeks that finished last year and began this, your very humble servant spent very agreeably in a madhouse at Hoxton.  I am got somewhat rational now, and don’t bite any one.  But mad I was; and many a vagary my imagination played with me, enough to make a volume, if all were told....  Coleridge, it may convince you of my regard for you when I tell you my head ran on you in my madness as much almost as on another person, who I am inclined