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By EDWARD CUNNINGTON. 



(Read August 13th, 1S96.) 



ANTIQUARIANS are, perhaps, inclined to revel in 

 many thousands of years long passed away, and I 

 will venture to bring my starting point before the 

 members of the Dorset Field Club by making a 

 quotation from the beautiful words of Bishop 

 Heber, in his poem on Palestine 



When Tyber slept beneath the Cyprus gloom, 



And silence held the lonely woods of Rome ; 



Or ere to Greece the builder's skill was known, 



Or the light chisel brush'd the Parian stone ; 



Yet here fair Science nurs'd her infant fire, 



Fann'd by the artist aid of friendly Tyre. 



Then tower' d the palace, then in awful state 



The Temple rear'd its everlasting gate. 



No workman's steel, no pond'rous axes rung ; 



Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung. 



Majestic silence ! then the harp awoke, 



The cymbal clang'd, the deep-voic'd trumpet spoke, 



And Salem spread her suppliant arms abroad, 



View'd the descending flame, and bless'd the present God, 



