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[1] Stow--These have lately been re-opened.--ED. M.
[2] Parish Books.
[3] Hist. and Antiq. Paroch. Church, St. Saviour, Southwark, 4to. 1818.
[4] This Screen is about to be partially restored at an expense of about
L800. now in course of subscription among the more respectable and
intelligent parishioners.
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NIGHT-MARE.
(_For the Mirror_.)
Sleeping in night-mare's thunderstorm-wove lap,
On sunless mountain high above the pole;
With ice for sheets, and lightning for a cap,
And tons of loadstones weighing on his soul;
And eye out-stretched upon some vasty map
Of uncouth worlds, which ever onward roll
To infinite--like Revelation's scroll.
Now falling headlong from his mountain bed
Down sulph'rous space, o'er dismal lakes;
Now held by hand of air--on wings of lead
He tries to rise--gasping--the hands' hold breaks,
And downward he reels through shadows of the dead,
Who cannot die though stalking in hell's flakes,
Falling, he catches his heart-string on some hook, and--wakes.
E.H.[1]
[1] Where did the Sportsman's Letters come from?--ED.
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LACONICS.
There is nothing to be said in favour of fashion, and yet how many are
contented implicitly to obey its commands: its rules are not even dictated
by the standard of taste, for it is constantly running into extremes and
condemns one day what it approves the next.
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