...it to London, perhaps saw Milton a fair child of six playing at his father's door, he must needs conjure up an imaginary supper at the Mermaid. Ah! what an evening . . . . was that; and how Ben and Shakespeare be-tongued each other, while the others listened and wondered; and how, when the company dispersed, the sleeping street heard their departing footsteps, and the stars shone down on the old roofs. C...