remembered for ever." We remember just such a bottle of _Grave_ at
Abbeville.

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ST. SAVIOUR, SOUTHWARK.[4]


[4] In connexion with the decay of this venerable pile, we
notice with sincere regret the recent and premature death of Mr.
George Gwilt, jun., who assisted his father in the restoration
of the tower and the choir of St. Saviour's, (see MIRROR, vol.
xiii p. 227.) Though little advanced in his 27th year, he had
already proved an honour to his family and his profession of an
architect, by the production of a design for the restoration of
the church, for which a premium of one hundred guineas was
awarded to him about five years since. Of his excellent
disposition and many good qualities as a friend and associate,
we are enabled to speak with equal confidence; and seldom has it
been our lot to meet with so much good sense and correct taste
in an individual as we were wont to enjoy in the society of the
deceased. This is far from a full eulogium on his merits; but as
the above extract, presented an opportunity, we could not omit
this slight tribute to the memory of A LAMENTED FRIEND.

Among the fine old localities of London is the neighbourhood of the
church of St. Saviour, Southwark; this is one of the noblest and largest
churches in London, and when the new London Bridge is finished, might be
made a noble object from the approach on the Borough side. It is a