1 This church is perhaps unrivalled, for the beauty of the architecture of its interior. For harmony of proportion, grace, airiness, variety, and elegance, it is not to be surpassed. It is a small church, built in the form of a cross. The roof is supported by Corinthian columns, so disposed as to raise an idea of grandeur, which the dimensions of the structure do not seem to promise. Over the centre, at which the principal aisles cross, is a dome divided into compartments, the roof being partitioned in a similar manner, and the whole finely decorated. The effect of this build-ing is inexpressibly delightful; the eye at one glance embracing a plan full and distinct, and afterwards are seen a greater number of parts than the spectator was prepared to expect. It is known and admired on the Continent, as a master-piece of art. Over the altar is a fine painting of the martyrdom of St. Stephen, by West. ~273~~ _chef d'ouvre_ of the same artist, and serves to display the versatility of his genius.” Instead however of looking up, Bob was looking over the way, where a number of people, collected round a bookseller's window, had attracted his attention. “Apropos,” cried Dashall,--“The Temple of Apollo--we should have overlook'd a fine subject, but for your remark--yonder is Tegg's Evening Book Auction, let us cross and see what's going on. He is a fellow of 'infinite mirth and good humour,' and many an evening have I passed at his Auction, better amused than by a farce at the Theatre.” They now attempted to cross, but the intervening crowd of carriages, three or four deep, and in a line as far as the eye could reach, for the present opposed an obstacle. “If I could think of it,” said Sparkle, “I'd give you the Ode on his Birth-day, which I once saw in MS.--it is the _jeu d'esprit_ of a very clever young Poet, and who perhaps one of these days may be better known; but poets, like anatomical subjects, are worth but little till dead.” “And for this reason, I suppose,” says Tom, “their friends and patrons are anxious they should rather be starved than die a natural death.” “Oh! now I have it--let us remain in the Church-yard a few minutes, while the carriages pass, and you shall hear it.”~274~~ “Ye hackney-coaches, and ye carts, That oft so well perform your parts For those who choose to ride, Now louder let your music grow-- Your heated axles fiery glow-- Whether you travel quick or slow- In Cheapside. For know, “ye ragged rascals all,” (As H----- would in his pulpit bawl With cheeks extended wide) Know, as you pass the crowded way, This is the happy natal day Of Him whose books demand your stay In Cheapside.