_Secondly_.--It is impossible to conceive, from their slender shape, their great height, and their contiguity to the church, for what other purpose they could have been intended, having, to a spectator inside, who looks up to the top, exactly the appearance of an enormous gun-barrel. _Thirdly_.--That in all of them now entire, the holes, for the purpose of receiving the beam to support the bell, remain; and that in one at least, that upon Tory Island, co. Donegal, the beam itself may be seen at this day. _Fourthly_, and which appears to me _more conclusive than all the rest_, that these towers, in every part of Ireland, are, to this day, called in Irish by the name of _clogach_, (cloig-theach,) that is, _bell-house_, and that they are never called (in Irish at least) by any other name whatever. H.S. P.S. We have heard a good deal of late of a chimney or high tower erected at Bow, by the East London Water Company, on account of its having been erected _without any outside scaffolding_. It is remarkable, that the traditions of all the people in the neighbourhood of the _round towers_ in Ireland, agree in stating that they were built _in the same manner_. * * * * * BELLE SAVAGE INN. (_To the Editor of the Mirror._) Observing in the daily papers an extract from the MIRROR respecting the Belle Savage Inn, I copy you an advertisement out of the _London Gazette_ for February, 1676, respecting that place, which appears to have been called "_ancient_" so long back as that period. LEONARD WILSON. "An antient inn, called the _Bell Savage Inn_, situate on _Ludgate Hill, London_, consisting of about 40 rooms, with good cellarage, stabling for 100 horses, and other good accommodations, is to be lett at a yearly rent, or the lease sold, with or without the goods in the house. Enquire at the said inn, or of _Mr. Francis Griffith_, a scrivener, in _Newgate-street_, near _Newgate_, and you may be fully informed." * * * * * THE FLOWER AND THE OAK. IMITATED FROM THE ITALIAN. (_For the Mirror._) A flower beheld a lofty oak, And thus in mournful accents spoke; "The verdure of that tree will last, Till Autumn's loveliest days are past, Whilst I with brightest colours crown'd, Shall soon lie withering on the ground." The lofty oak this answer made: "The fairest flowers the soonest fade." * * * * * FROM ZAPPI. Cries Phillis to her shepherd swain, "Why is Love painted without eyes?" The youth from flattery can't refrain, And to the fair one quick replies: "Those lovely eyes which now are thine, In young Love's face were wont to shine." ANNA. * * * * * CROMLEHS. (_To the Editor of the Mirror._)