This inscription begs the reader to remember Raleigh's virtues as well as his faults,--a plea, surely, that every man might well wish should be made for himself at last. I thought of the verses that the old warrior-poet is said to have left in his Bible, when they led him out to die-- "Even such is time; that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us nought but age and dust; Which, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days.-- But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust." This church contains a window commemorative of Raleigh, presented by Americans, and inscribed with these lines, by Lowell-- "The New World's sons, from England's breast we drew Such milk as bids remember whence we came; Proud of her past, wherefrom our future grew, This window we inscribe with Raleigh's name." It also contains a window commemorative of Caxton, presented by the printers and publishers of London, which is inscribed with these lines by Tennyson-- "Thy prayer was Light--more Light--while Time shall last, Thou sawest a glory growing on the night, But not the shadows which that light would cast Till shadows vanish in the Light of Light." In St. Margaret's--a storied haunt, for shining names alike of nobles and poets--was also buried John Skelton, another of the old bards (obiit 1529), the enemy and satirist of Cardinal Wolsey and Sir Thomas More, one of whom he described as "madde Amaleke," and the other as "dawcock doctor." Their renown has managed to survive those terrific shafts; but at least this was a falcon who flew at eagles. Here the poet Campbell was married,--October 11, 1803. Such old churches as this--guarding so well their treasures of history--are, in a special sense, the traveller's blessings. At St. Giles's, Cripplegate, the janitor is a woman; and she will point out to you the lettered stone that formerly marked the grave of Milton. It is in the nave, but it has been moved to a place about twelve feet from its original position,--the remains of the illustrious poet being, in fact, beneath the floor of a pew, on the left of the central aisle, about the middle of the church: albeit there is a story, possibly true, that, on an occasion when this church was repaired, in August, 1790, the coffin of Milton suffered profanation, and his bones were dispersed. Illustration: "St. Giles', Cripplegate."