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MACKERY END, IN HERTFORDSHIRE
THE OLD BENCHERS OF THE INNER TEMPLE
GRACE BEFORE MEAT
THE SOUTH-SEA HOUSE.
READER, in thy passage from the Bank-where thou hast been receiving thy half-yearly dividends (supposing thou art a lean annuitant like myself) — to the Flower Pot, to secure a place for Dalston, or Shacklewell, or some other thy suburban retreat northerly,—didst thou never observe a melancholy looking, handsome, brick and stone edifice, to -the left-where Threadneedle-street abuts
upon Bishopsgate ? I dare say thou hast often admired its magnificent portals ever gaping wide, and disclosing to view a grave court, with cloisters, and pillars, with few or no traces of goers-in or comersout-a desolation something like Balclutha's *.
This was once a house of trade,-a centre of busy interests. The throng of merchants was here—the
* I passed by the walls of Balclutha, and they were desolate.OSSIAN.
quick pulse of gain-and here some forms of business are still kept up, though the soul be long since fled. Here are still to be seen stately porticos; imposing staircases, offices roomy as the state apartments in palaces--deserted, or thinly peopled with a few straggling clerks; the still more sacred interiors of court and committee rooms, with venerable faces of beadles, door-keepers—directors seated in form on solemn days (to proclaim a dead dividend,) at long worm-eaten tables, that have been mahogany, with tarnished gilt-leather coverings, supporting massy silver inkstands long since dry;—the oaken wainscots hung with pictures of deceased governors and sub-governors, of queen Anne, and the two first monarchs of the Brunswick dynasty ;-huge charts, which subsequent discoveries have antiquated;—dusty maps of Mexico, dim as dreams,— and soundings of the Bay of Panama! The long passages hung with buckets, appended, in idle
row, to walls, whose substance might defy any, short of the last, conflagration :—with vast ranges of cellarage under all, where dollars and pieces of eight once lay, an “unsunned heap,” for Mammon to have solaced his solitary heart withal,—long since dissipated, or scattered into air at the blast of the breaking of that famous BUBBLE.