inscription. A little longer, and even t records erated and t o be a memorial.

    I  looking doones I ing from buttress to buttress and ecers. It is almost startling to ed time sounding among tombs and telling too an arco terior of tering ude of trasted s of ters. t clustered columns of gigantic dimensions, o suc, and man  to insigni?cance in comparison  edi?ce produce a profound and mysterious aep cautiously and softly about, as if fearful of disturbing tomb, ers among t ed.

    It seems as if ture of to noiseless reverence. e feel t ed bones of t men of past times, heir renown.

    And yet it almost provokes a smile at ty of ion to see ogetled in t;  a scanty nook, a gloomy corner, a little portion of earto t satisfy, and i?ces are devised to catcice of tfulness for a fe and admiration.

    I passed some time in Poets Corner, s or cross aisles of ts are generally simple, for terary men afford no striking tor. Satues erected to t ter part s, medallions, and sometimes mere inscriptions.

    Notanding ty of t tors to t about takes place of t cold curiosity or vague admiration s of t and t t tombs of friends and companions, for indeed to posterity only tory,  and obscure; but tercourse betive, and immediate. s, and s s of social life, t  timately commune ant minds and distant ages. ell may t  by deeds of violence and blood, but by t dispensation of pleasure. ell may posterity be grateful to  it an inance not of empty names and sounding actions, but wreasures of