TABLE OF RATES AND RENTAL.

Years.

Rates levied.

Rental.

£

s.

d.

£

1838

14,418

12

8

118,540

1839

16,860

10

11½

130,631

1840

16,780

11

11½

141,145

1841

18,244

12

10½

159,412

1842

19,469

11

178,060

1843

22,798

15

11½

196,030

1844

25,272

5

0

214,357

1845

25,928

1

1

238,712

1846

28,261

2

5

260,001

1847

32,319

16

11½

317,739

1848

35,878

9

10

332,557

1849

38,619

11

343,066

1850

41,855

2

6

374,036

1851

37,792

10

5

390,732

1852

34,554

0

34

410,617

These Tables clearly shew that the simile used by Canning—

“Pitt is to Addington,
As London is to Paddington—”

no longer retains the force it did, when uttered by that great statesman. Few, indeed, can now tell where London ends, and Paddington begins, or define the connecting links which now unite these once distant places. Paddington, too, is becoming, year by year, of still greater importance; and at the present time there are not many who would deny to it, any more than to any other portion of that undefined place called London, its just share of the privileges of “The City.”

When we reflect on the vast riches which in the process of time must accrue to the Church from the insignificant gift of the Boy-King to Nicholas Ridley; and when we contemplate what sums have been received, and are likely to be received by the present occupant of the See of London from that “little farm in Paddington,” which has been claimed by that See; the Future of Paddington becomes worthy of a moment’s thought.

I have deemed it to be my duty to speak freely of the management of those lands in Paddington, which were claimed for the performance of certain specific purposes; and the nature and the amount of that income from those lands, received by the present Bishop of London and his lay lessees, have been spoken of with a freedom, which some may not admire. But I need not fear condemnation, for a former occupant of the See of London, thus addressed the over-paid bishops of his day; “Come off, ye Bishops; away with your superfluities; yield up your thousands; be content with hundreds.” Many changes have occurred since Dr. Aylmer penned those words; and much improvement has taken place and is taking place. Why then do we complain? A ready answer is furnished by one of the most accomplished statesmen of our time. Mr. Macaulay truthfully tells us that “there is constant improvement, precisely because there is constant discontent.” Let not my readers think, then, I have complained for the sake of complaining; or that because I speak of actions which are past, this exposure will have no influence on the future. I can most conscientiously say, that should a single good result from what I have written, I shall be amply repaid for any trouble it may have cost me to collect the materials for this historical sketch: and in dedicating the following pages to the Inhabitants of Paddington, I can say with the learned John Strype, “In what I have writ, I have endeavoured invariably to follow the tract of truth; and have related things as I found them.” And like him, too, “I may perhaps be censured for this plain and impartial way of writing; and blamed, that I have not put some veil or varnish upon some things, and been wholly silent of others.” But “we are not writing a Panegyric, but a faithful account.”

WILLIAM ROBINS.

Oxford Terrace,
May 20th, 1853.

CONTENTS.