The late perfect restoration of the Temple Church ought to be proudly recorded in our architectural annals. The excellence of the workmanship, and the native purity of the detail, evince not only scientific skill, but also a laudable motive of preserving this antique specimen of pure Anglo-Norman architecture from the ravages of time. Let the architect's attention be directed to the western doorway, and also to the interior of the church; and here, in good preservation, he will see excellent specimens of their mode of ornamenting the moldings by the cable, the lozenge, the cheveron, the nail-head, the billet, &c. &c., ornaments peculiar to the _round style_. The circular-headed windows, with their slender columns, also show, that in the restoration the style has not been tampered with; but substantial authorities have been quoted to perfect this praiseworthy attempt of the architect. That part of the church which has been added at a later date than the circular part, and for the convenience of divine worship, is lighted by the beautiful proportioned triple lancet-shaped windows, so justly admired. A writer in the _Gentleman's Magazine_ for May, 1827, after making some judicious remarks, seems to think the crosses on the ends of the building, "as not in character with the building." Now as to architectural propriety in the decorations of a Christian church, no ornament could be better devised; and if we proceed to the antiquity of such ornament, I would observe, that the adoption would be equally correct, that being the insignia of the banner under which the Knights' Templars originally fought. C. DAVY. * * * * * BRIDGET TROT AND TIMOTHY GREEN. (_For the Mirror_.) "'Tis a common tale, An ordinary sorrow of man's life; A tale of silent sufferings, hardly clothed In bodily form." WORDSWORTH. Miss Bridget _Trot_, a "_wo_"-man was, Of excellent repute, Who _kept a stand_ in Leadenhall, And there disposed of fruit. And though in features rather _dark_, No _fairer_ could be found; For what she sold, like _ringing_ gold, When _peeled_, was always _sound_! She had moreover notions _high_, And thought herself above The very _low_-ly common way Of _falling_ into love. And therefore when to her his _suit_ A _Snip_ did often press With vows of love, she _cut_ him _short_ At _length_, without _re-dress_. Yet nothing odd was there in this One case, it must be said; For who that wish'd a _perfect_ man Could with a _ninth part_ wed? Not she for one, whatever he Might do to make him _smart_, And howsoe'er her saying "Nay" Might add it to his heart. 'Tis very strange, (yet so it is,) That vows should go for naught. But she who _strove_ to 'scape love's _toils_ Quite unawares was caught! For though so _hard_ to Snip _at first_, _At last_ it chanced that she A sort of soft emotion felt Towards one Timothy,