The Church of St. George’s, Hanover Square, is probably better known, by name, throughout England, and beyond its shores, wherever English newspapers penetrate, than any other church of the Metropolis, with the exception of st. Paul’s. This celebrity does not arise from its antiquity-for it is a modern structure; nor from the historical associations connected with it—for it has none of these. Our fair readers will probably be the first to guess to what the true cause of the renown of St. George’s is to be attributed. Its name is a necessary part of those paragraphs in the fashionable journals which so frequently appear during “the season,” headed “Marriages in High Life.” It is the aristocratic temple of Hymen; the torch he carries here has been lit at the chandeliers of Almack’s, and fanned by the breezes of a Chiswick fête; it is here he puts on his brightest array; and though at less distinguished altars the happy knot can be quite as securely tied, it is here he hides the fetters with brilliants, and covers the yoke with a wreath of orange blossom. It is here he delighteth to have a bishop for his minister, and troops of the noble and titled to say amen to the blessing. In short, the account of a fashionable marriage would read tamely and imperfectly, did it not commence in the usual form—”Yesterday at St. George’s, Hanover Square.”
