The Town: Its Memorable Characters and EventsHunt, Leigh
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The Town: Its Memorable Characters and Events
Hunt, Leigh
London (England) -- Description and travel; London (England) -- History
One of the great figurers in this ceremony was the doleful image of
Sir Edmondbury Godfrey, a magistrate, supposed to have been killed by
the Papists during the question of the plot. Dryden has a fine
contemptuous couplet upon it, in one of his prologues;--
"Sir Edmondbury first in woful wise,
Leads up the show, _and milks their maudlin eyes_."
We will begin with the left side, as we are there already; and first
let us express our thanks for the neat opening by which St. Bride's
church has been rendered an ornament to this populous thoroughfare.
The steeple is one of the most beautiful of Wren's productions, though
diminished, in consequence of its having been found to be too severely
tried by the wind. But a ray now comes out of this opening as we pass
the street, better even than that of the illuminated clock at night
time; for there, in a lodging in the churchyard, lived Milton, at the
time that he undertook the education of his sister's children. He was
then young and unmarried. He is said to have rendered his young
scholars, in the course of a year, able to read Latin at sight, though
they were but nine or ten years of age. As to the clock, which serves
to remind the jovial that they ought to be at home, we are loth to
object to anything useful; and in fact we admit its pretensions; and
yet as there is a time for all things, there would seem to be a time
for time itself; and we doubt whether those who do not care to
ascertain the hour beforehand, will derive much benefit from this
glaring piece of advice.
"At the west end of St. Bride's Church," according to Wood, was buried
Richard Lovelace, Esq., one of the most elegant of the cavaliers of
Charles the First, and author of the exquisite ballad beginning--
"When Love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at my grates.
"When I lie tangled in her hair,
And fetter'd in her eye,
The birds that wanton in the air,
Know no such liberty.
* * * * *
"Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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