Of the thousands who daily pass by this sacred edifice which divides the vast stream of life flowing from east to west, like a rock in some river which resteth not nor stays its course, “but flows, and as it flows, for ever will flow on,” few are they who ever dream that they are passing one of the most interesting spots in London – the place where the emblem of its old amusements lingered the longest and departed the last; where the poetry of its out-door life flourished in its youth, and died unwilling in age, even when it was compelled to give way before what is called the march of modern improvement.