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We have here a nook—a far-off corner of Old England—picturesque in itself, and surrounded by poetical associations. The cottage of the Epicurean—the quiet abiding place of “the poet of all the loves and all the grapes,” the modern Anacreon and Irish melodist Tom Moore.
‘Tis sweet, as the dawn flashes over the lawn,
The old manor-house to see;
To hear the roused rooks, in their leafy nooks,
And the hum of the sportive bee:
‘Tis merry to mark, in the smooth-shaven park,‘Tis sweet, when the sun, his race being ran,
Kisses the mansion so old :
Warms the mossed wall, lights up the oak ball,
and bathes the trees in cold:
When the deer are at rest, and the rook seeks his nest,
And no sonnd in the calm air swells.
Save the peasant’s low song, as he winds along,
Or the distant village bells.—MICHELL.
“A Douglas in his hall.”—SCOTT.
This fine baronial mansion, one of the seats of his Grace the Duke of Hamilton, is situated about three miles south of Lancaster, and therefore occupies a site which is associated with many memorable transactions in British history-ranging from the time when our rude forefathers “did battle” for their hearths and homes against the invading Romans, through the stirring days of the celebrated John o’ Gaunt, the bloody wars of the “Roses,” the troubles of the Commonwealth, and the misguided rebellion of the “Young Pretender.”
By those who delight in Mrs. Gore’s pleasant fancies, and participate in her delicate horrors of the undiscovered wilds of Bedford-square, we fear the subject of our present sketch will be voted in terra incognita; but as we have the bump of benevolence extensively developed, and have the good fortune to be versed in oriental lore and localities, we may mention that Stepney is situate in the east end of London, and comprises nearly the whole space between Mile-end-road and the river Thames from Whitechapel to Bow. This fine old church, one of the most ancient, indeed, in the metropolis, is well worthy a visit, and the densely-filled churchyard, perhaps, still more so to those who delight in grave pursuits. We would not by any means recommend too large a dose of Hervey, but we envy not the man who could spend an hour in this “silent city.
