positive disgrace if it be suffered to remain in its present dilapidated
state by the parishioners. The massy spaciousness of the structure, and
the solidity of its walls, strike the stranger who first beholds it with
admiration. In this church lies old Gower the poet, and there are
several very curious relics of the olden time scattered about within its
walls. Its date is believed to be anterior to London Bridge. All the
ground along the river near it towards Blackfriars' Bridge is filled
with remains celebrated in the annals of the church, and what is
singular, also of the theatre.--_New Monthly Magazine_.

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HUMAN LIFE.


Human life is like a river--
Its brightness lasts not on for ever--
That dances from its native braes,
As pure as maidhood's early days;
But soon, with dark and sullen motion,
It rolls into its funeral ocean,
And those whose currents are the slightest,
And shortest run, are aye the brightest:
So is our life--its latest wave
Rolls dark and solemn to the grave.

_Ettrick Shepherd_.

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