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WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

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        it pt, or pride, or ostentation,

        tents t no sprites,

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        Could not tent nor quencites.

        ON one of tter part of autum estminster Abbey. to ts t seemed like stepping bato tiquity and losing myself among the shades of fes.

        I entered from t of estminster Sced passage t    subterranean look, being dimly lig by circular perforations in tant vieers, s, and seeming like a spectre from one of tombs. to tic remains prepares ts solemn plation. ters still retain somet and seclusion of former days. t of ions of ts, and obscured toucracery of toy; everytions of time, w oucs very decay.

        tumnal ray into ters, beaming upon a sty plot of grass in tre, and liged passage o a bit of blue sky or a passing cloud, and be pinnacles of too the azure heaven.

        As I paced ters, sometimes plating ture of glory and decay, and sometimes endeav to decipions on tombstones , my eye tracted to t nearly steps of many geions. ts; tapirely effaced; t been reimes (Vitalis. Abbas.

        1082, and Gislebertus Crispinus. Abbas. 1114, and Laurentius.

        Abbas. 1176). I remained some little y t like ant sime, telling no tale but t suceac tility of t pride o exact s aso live in an 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 ns of gigantic dimensions, o sud man    to insigni? parison    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.

        A almost provokes a smile at ty of ion to see ogetled in t;    a sty nook, a gloomy er, 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 is er, 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 ue admiration s of t and t t tombs of friends and panions, for io posterity only tory,    and obscure; but tercourse betive, and immediate. s, and s s of social life, t    timately u minds and distant ages. ell may t    by deeds of violend blood, but by t dispensation of pleasure. ell may posterity be grateful to    it an i of empty names and sounding as, but wreasures of wisdom, brig, and golden veins of language.

        From Poets er I tinued my stroll to part of tains t once s of t. At every turn I met rious name or tory. As ts into t catc ef?gies--some kneeling in ni; otretbs, ogeter battle; prelates, res; and nobles in robes and ets, lying as it ate. In glang over trangely populous, yet , it seems almost as if reading a mansion of t fabled city ed into stone.

        I paused to plate a tomb on e armor. A large buckler ogetion upon t; t covered by token of t omb of a crusader, of one of tary ents ing li and ?, betory and tale. tremely picturesque in tombs of turers, decorated as ture. t iquated    is apt to kindle ions, tic ?, try imes utterly gone by, of beings passed from recolle, of s and manners y. ts from some strange and distant land of    remely solemn and aombs, extended as if in tion of t in?nitely more impressive on my feelings ttitudes, t ceits, ts. I ruck, also, y of many of tions. times of saying t saying t knoap breatier sciousness of family    "all ters virtuous."

        Irao Poets er stands a mo , but omb of Mrs. Nigtom of t is represented as ts marble doors, and a sed skeleton is starting fort at im. So ed rives ic effort to avert ted errible trut;    fanded jare.

        But errors, and to spread omb of those we love?

        t migenderness and veion for t migo virtue. It is t of disgust and dismay, but of sorroation.

        ts and silent aisles, studying tence from    occasionally reacitude, or per laugrast is striking    range effect upon to ive life ing against the sepulchre.

        I tinued in to move from tomb to tomb and from co t tread     of loiterers about t; t-tongued bell o evening prayers; and I sa a distaers in te surplices crossing tering tood before trao    of steps leads up to it t mag arc gates of brass, ricely    to admit t of ortals into t geous of sepulchres.

        Oering toure and te beauty of sculptured detail. t into universal or encrusted racery, and scooped into nicatues of saints and martyrs. Stone seems, by to s    as if by magid tted roof aess and airy security of a cobweb.

        Along ty stalls of ts of tesque decorations of Gotecture. On talls are af?xed ts and crests of ts, rasting t of tands ts founder-- of ended on a sumptuous tomb--and t brazen railing.

        trange mixture of tombs and tropion, close beside mementos er terminate. Noto tread t aed se of former t.

        On looking round on t stalls of ts and ty but geous ba ion jured up t y of ttering ary array, alive read of ma and titude. All tled again upon terrupted only by to t ts among its friezes and pendants--sure signs of solitariness aion.

        tered far and    tossing upon distant seas: some under arms in distant lands; some mingling in trigues of courts and ets,--all seeking to deserve one more distin in t.

        touce of ty of to a level    of tterest eogety Elizabet of im, tunate Mary. Not an    some ejaculation of pity is uttered over te of tter, mingled ion at inually ec the grave of her rival.

        A peculiar melanc struggles dimly t. ter part of tained and tinted by time ab, round le.

        I    doo rest myself by t, revolving in my mind trous story of poor Mary.

        tsteps ant voice of t repeating t responses of time, and all ion, and obscurity t erest to the place;

        No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers,

        No careful fathings heard,

        Suddenly tes of t upoy, and rolling, as it    pomp do ts vast vaults, and breat sepulcriump acclamation,    notes and piling sound on sound. And no voices of t into s gus and o play about ty vaults like ts to musid rolling it fort long-dra gro ?lls t pile and seems to jar tu is    is rising from to    aed upide of harmony!

        I sat for some time lost in t kind of reverie    sometimes to inspire: ts began to cast deeper and deeper gloom; and tant clock again gave token of the slowly waning day.

        I rose and prepared to leave t of steps    by taircase t ducts to it, to take from tombs. ted upon a kind of platform, and close around it are tropo tombs, iers, and statesmen lie mouldering in t;beds of darkness." Close by me stood t , rudely carved of oak in taste of a remote and Got as if trived rical arti?ce to produ effect upon type of t erally but a step from to t oos ogeto living greatness?--to s, even in t of its proudest exaltation, t and diso    soon arrive-- cro pass a must lie do and disgraces of tomb, arampled upon     by t of t of titude. For, strao tell, even tuary. ty in some natures     to revenge on trious dead t y s; tre olen from t a royal mo but bears some proof ive is tilated, some covered ,--all more or less ed and dishonored.

        t beams of day ly streaming ted s above me; ts of ty e sain lig tant footfall of a verger, traversing ts er, range and dreary in its sound. I sloraced my ms    at tal of ters, th echoes.

        I endeavored to form some arra in my mind of ts I emplating, but found to indistiness and fusion. Names, inscriptions, tropion, taken my foot from off t, t I, is t assemblage of sepulc a treasury of ion--a erated iness of renoainty of oblivion? It is, i ss in state mog at t and fetfulness on ts of princes. , after all, is tality of a ime is ever silently turning over oo mucory of t to ters and aes t gave io t; and eaco be speedily fotten. to-day puserday out of our recolle, and urn be supplanted by omorro;Our fat; says Sir t;?nd t memories, and sadly tell us ; ory fades into fable; fact bees clouded    and troversy; tion moulders from tablet; tatue falls from tal. ns, arc are t ap cers ten in t?    is ty of a tomb or tuity of an embalmment? t tered to ty sarcopy of a museum. "tian mummies, wime ;*

        to eo e s le t from ttered tos blossoms about tion; ory is as a tale t is told, and    bees a ruin.

        * Sir t. Browne.
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