The church was broken into soon after the funeral, and the black cloth with which the pulpit was hung on this occasion, carried away: and this is not the only forcible entry that has been made through Lord Byron’s being buried there; for the clerk told me, that when Moore came to see it with Colonel Wildman, being impatient of the clerk’s arrival, who lives at some distance, the poet had contrived to climb up to a window, open it, and get in, where the worthy bearer of the keys found him, to his great astonishment. The indifference shewn by the people of Nottingham towards the great poet, would not seem to have abated, if we are to judge by the entries in an album kept by the clerk, and which was presented for that purpose about twelve years ago by Dr. Bowring. The signatures of visiters in 1834 amounted to upwards of eight hundred, amongst which appear the names of people from North and South America, Russia, the Indies, and various other distant places and countries, but few from Nottingham or its shire, who might be supposed to be amongst the best read and best informed portion of its population. This, however, must be allowed, that the names entered in the clerk’s book afford no just criterion of the number or quality of the visiters to the poet’s tomb, as many of the most poetical and refined minds might naturally feel reluctant to place their signatures in such a medley of mawkish sentiment as is always found in such albums. A few clergymen, we, however, were pleased to see, had there placed their names; and some dissenting ministers had ventured so far as to do likewise, and to preach some pretty little sermons over him in the book, which opens thus: TO THE Immortal and Illustrious Fame OF LORD BYRON, THE FIRST POET OF THE AGE IN WHICH HE LIVED, THESE TRIBUTES, WEAK AND UNWORTHY OF HIM, BUT IN THEMSELVES SINCERE, Are Inscribed, WITH THE DEEPEST REVERENCE. _July, 1825._ At this period no monument--not even so simple a slab as records the death of the humblest villager in the neighbourhood--had been erected to mark the spot in which all that is mortal of the greatest man of our day reposes; and he has been buried more than twelve months.--_July, 1825._