So interesting are all the old churches of London, that it is with an effort we refrain from speaking of them in detail. One, however, we feel justified in naming, and in giving a few items of its history. St. Sepulchre's is near the Old Bailey prison. Here preached John Rogers, the first of the martyrs during the reign of Queen Mary. He was burned at the stake in Smithfield, Feb. 4, 1555. The place of his execution is now a small square near his church. He is the John Rogers of the New England Primer, wherein we are told that "his wife followed him to the place of execution, with nine small children, and one at the breast." The perplexing question of number has been solved, for other accounts say distinctly that there were ten children in all. Of more than common interest to Americans is the fact that in St. Sepulchre's church are buried the remains of Capt. John Smith, who in 1606 made the settlement of Virginia at Jamestown, and whose life was saved by the intercession of Pocahontas. He was born at Willoughby, England, in 1579, and died in London, June 21, 1631. He made voyages of discovery along the coast of New England, landing at the Isles of Shoals. Just 250 years afterwards, in 1864, a stone monument was erected to his memory on Star Island. There was formerly in this church a monument in remembrance of him, which has long been removed. We have been fortunate enough to obtain the poetical part of the inscription:-- Here lies one conquered, that hath conquered kings, Subdued large territories, and done things Which to the world impossible would seem, But that the truth is held in more esteem. Shall I report his former service done, In honor of his God and Christendom? How that he did divide, from pagans three, Their heads and lives, types of his chivalry?-- For which great service, in that climate done, Brave Sigismundus, King of Hungarion, Did give him, as a coat of arms, to wear, Three conquered heads, got by his sword and spear; Or shall I tell of his adventures since, Done in Virginia, that large continent? How that he subdued kings unto his yoke, And made those heathens flee, as wind doth smoke; And made their land, being of so large a station An habitation for our Christian nation; Where God is glorified, their wants supplied; Which else, for necessaries, must have died. But what avails his conquests, now he lies Interred in earth, a prey to worms and flies? Oh! may his soul in sweet Elysium sleep, Until the keeper, that all souls doth keep, Return to judgment; and that after thence With angels he may have his recompense. By the will of Robert Dow, a London citizen and merchant-tailor, who died in 1612, the annual sum of 26s. 8d. was bequeathed for the delivery of a solemn exhortation to the condemned prisoners of Newgate near by, on the night previous to their execution. Says the historian Stow:--