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MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

No. 357.]

AUGUST 1, 1821. [1 of Vol. 52.

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LOCKE'S RESIDENCE AT OTES, NEAR HARLOW.

Mr. LOCKE resided, for the benefit of its salubrious air, during the last fourteen years of his life, almost entirely at Otes Manor House, then the seat of Sir Francis Masham, whose lady, Damaris, was daughter of Dr. Cudworth, author of the Intellectual System. Here he died in October, 1704, and was buried on the south of the Church-yard of High Laver, under a black marble grave-stone, which has lately been repaired at the expence of the Rev. P. Budworth. His "Essay on the Human Understanding," his work on "Education," and his "Reasonableness of Christianity," were published during his residence here; and his published Letters to his friends were, during a period of many years, dated from this interesting house.

VISIT of a MUSICAL AMATEUR to the
BRITISH METROPOLIS.

To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine.

SIR,

SI treat myself with a journey to

of the places of public amusement, particularly those of a musical character, I am induced to send you some remarks, in hopes of drawing forth the observations of some other of your correspondents upon the same subjects.

There is something delightful in a London breakfast. I always sit down MONTHLY MAG. No. 357.

in good earnest to attack the bread and butter (which I think the best in the world), and enjoy the flavour of the tea, the cream is too ethereal in hue and quality for my taste; but the hot rolls and wet newspaper are luxuries indeed. As I run my eye down the steamy columns of this pleasant companion before the fire, I see invitations to the play, the opera, the Egyptian tombs, the exhibitions, and the English opera. How is it that we have this overflow at Drury-Lane on singing nights, and this dearth of company on others?

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