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Show THACKERAY'S HOUSE. The author of "Vanity Fair," far from fortunate in the most intimate of his domestic relations, yet desired above all things to found a home. To that end he built the handsome Queen Anne house, within a half-minute's walk of High street, Kensington, close to the Old Palace. There, surrounded by friends, the choicest spirits of his age, he lived, and wrote, and died. Then came the inevitable sale of that "still life" which the gentle spirit so dearly prized, and the red brick home, with its pleasant library and billiard-room, its glazed veranda, and cozy town garden, fell into the hands of strangers. Thackeray had evidently set his heart on this home, and intended that it should be associated with his name. Reminded by a friend of the line in Horace about those who, oblivious of their sepulchers, build themselves houses, he retorted that he was not go forgetful, as the house he had built would always be valuable to his posterity. Yet the friend was right after all. Scarcely a week ago the place was empty-though it has found another tenant-and the people in charge and the policeman on the beat, when questioned, confessed that they had never heard the name of Thackeray, or knew that such an author had at any time existed.-London Daily Telegraph. |