is the receptacle provided by the late James Spink, Esq. banker of Bury, for himself and family. The tombs and other memorials for the dead are extremely numerous, and contain various ancient inscriptions; among others two epitaphs are deserving of notice for their remarkable singularity, viz: the one on Charles Granger, a shoe-maker; and the other on Joan Kitchen. There are two singular memorials likewise for persons, who had been midwives; the one had brought into the world 2,237, and the other 4,323 living children. When the Abbey was in its prosperity, there were standing within the precincts of it three churches, besides the Abbey Church; viz: St. Margaret's, St. Mary's, and St. James's. The remains of the west end of St. Edmund's, which bound the Church-yard on one side, exhibit a singular and motly appearance. One of the octagon towers, which formerly terminated either end, is still standing, and has been converted into a stable. Three arches, once the entrances to the three aisles, have been filled up with modern buildings, and converted into as many neat houses. In the Churchyard stands Clopton's Hospital, a handsome brick building with projecting wings, founded and endowed in 1730, agreeably to the will of the late Poley Clopton, M. D. as an asylum for six poor men and as many women, three of either sex out of each parish. The front exhibits the arms of the founder; and a Latin inscription below records the object of the institution. On the opposite side of the Church-yard stands the Shire Hall. It is a building of modern erection, on the site of the ancient Church of St. Margaret, and contains two convenient courts. The Church-gate is a noble specimen of Anglo-Saxon architecture. It stands opposite to the west end of the Abbey Church, to which it served as a magnificent portal. It is 80 feet in height, of a quadrangular form, and remarkable for the simple plainness and solidity of its construction. The Church-yard has been frequently engraved.

HAIL, sacred shade! where, oft, in youthful sports,
My blissful hours of sweet retirement sped;
Far, from the busy croud, and noise of courts,
Meek eyed Simplicity hath, hither, fled.

Beneath thy friendly umbrage, as I stray,
No rude, no sullen guest my bosom fires;
Impervious to the sun's meridian ray,
Thy hallow'd solitude my soul inspires.

Here, Sophocles, in sweetest accents, pour'd
Instruction's early lesson o'er my mind;
Here, op'ning Fancy, first, in numbers soar'd,
And, Reason, juvenile delights refin'd.

Here, too, Lavinia, first, my wishes caught,
All gentle, list'ning to my tale of love;
And, here, Orestes sooth'd mine anxious thought,
Friendship's pure energy, intent to prove.

Nor are thy smiles forgot, ill-fated youth*!
Whose conscious spirit took untimely wing;
Thy lips the sacred oracles of truth

Were doom'd, but in an heav'nly choir, to sing.

The dear companions of thy early dawn,

A goodly train, enrich'd with nature's bloom, In pensive step, and slow, approach thy urn, And drop the tear of friendship on thy tomb.

* John Dalton, esq. late of Caius College, Cambridge.

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Whilst one, above the rest by thee belov'd,
Lorenzo,† glowing with a milder flame;
Him the sweet knowledge of thy virtues mov'd,
In elegiac strains, to sing thy name.

Hail! sacred shade!thrice, hail! serene retreat! Parents and kindred friends endear thy bow'rs; Hope breathes a whisper that we, soon, shall meet; And, that eternity shall, then, be ours!

A DAY AT ALDEBURGH,

October 3rd, 1806.

To Mrs.

BY THE REV. CHARLES EDWARD STEWART, M. A.

Aldeburgh has of late years grown into much repute, and become a fashionable watering-place; and for invalids possesses considerable advantages. The strand, to which the descent is remarkably easy, is not more than forty or fifty yards from most of the lodging houses; and during the ebb of tide, and frequently for weeks

+ Thomas Kerrich, esq. He was educated at Caius College, Cambridge, where he proceeded to the degree of B. A. in 1758. In 1774 he married Isabella one of the sisters of Philip Bowes Broke, of Nacton, esq. He served the office of sheriff for the county of Norfolk in 1788, and died at Geldeston, in that county, Dec. 15th, 1809.

together, is peculiarly adapted for walking and bathing, as the sand is very hard and firm, and the bathingmachines, of which several are kept, afford the greatest security and comfort. To the attractions of the beach, Aldeburgh adds another, which cannot fail to delight the lover of nature. The magnificent terrace, on the summit of the hill behind the town, commands a view that embraces many beautiful features; for not only does the eye wander over the boundless expanse of Aldeburgh and Hollesley Bays, richly studded with their moving treasures, and separated from each other by the promontory of Orford-ness; but it is also gratified with a view of a rich country, through which flows the Alde, and adds to the scene a beauty of no common kind.

You desire me, dear Mary, to tell you in rhyme,
At Aldeburgh how I've been passing my time:
I went for my health, being bilious and nervous,
Sent by Dr. Dispatch, (gracious heaven preserve us),
And call'd upon Waddington,* meaning to dine,
Whose wife gives good humour, and he wit and wine;
And Eliza,t who makes it her study to please,
Receiv'd me with equal politeness and ease.

The Rev. Richard Waddington was of Jesus College, Cambridge, where he proceeded to the degree of B. A. 1761, and M. A. 1764. He was presented by his College to the rectory of Cavendish in 1780, and died July 26th 1806, in the 70th year of his age. His character is pourtrayed, in the following lines, by his friend Mr. Stewart;

"Firm was his faith, from bigotry refin'd,
His hand was liberal, as his heart was kind;
By friends respected, by his flock rever'd,
To every tender elative endear'd;
Thus did he live, and thus resign his breath,
Lov'd in his life, lamented in his death:
And here, in hope, beneath this sacred stone,
In sure and certain hope, lies WADDINGTON."

+ His Niece.

After dinner, the ladies retiring-at last,

My old friend and myself talk'd of times that are past, Days of joy, that must ne'er be expected again, Days I think of with pleasure, how mingled with pain!

For however we flatter, it must be confest,

That old times were most happy, old friends are the best.

But a truce to this subject, which brings to my mind What at Melford I lost, and shall ne'er again find.

Next we went to the rooms, where we happily met
Of the ladies a winning and voluble set;
Sweet souls, when the pleasures of evening begin,
They can talk without ceasing, yet constantly win.
But indeed men and women were eager to talk,
Of the royal* review, by his Highness of York,
Of a new real† Peer, of last summer's creation,
Of the state of the fashions, and state of the nation,

On Friday, Oct. 3rd 1806, the garrisons of Ipswich and Woodbridge, consisting of the Royal Horse and Foot Artillery, the 6th (or Inniskilling) Dragoons, the 7th and 11th Light Dragoons, the Shropshire, Leicestershire, East Middlesex, Hertford, West Suffolk, West Kent, East York, Durham, and Northamptonshire regiments of Militia, were reviewed by the Duke of York on Rushmere Heath. About ten o'clock his Royal Highness, accompanied by the Duke of Cambridge, and several General Officers, came upon the ground. A Royal salute was immediately fired by the Artillery, and the whole army instantly fell in line and presented arms, Officers saluting, and the different bands playing God save the King. The review then commenced; and notwithstanding the rain that fell during the day, it was gone through to the entire satisfaction of his Royal Highness, who expressed himself highly pleased with the exact manner in which the troops performed all their military evolutions. The whole was under the command of Lord Charles Fitzroy, Lord Paget, and Major Gen. Robinson, and if the day had been fine, a grander military spectacle could not have been wit nessed, as there were not less than 12,000 men under arms, well appointed, and in the highest state of discipline.

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