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Where have ye gone, ye statesmen great, 

 That have left your home so desolate ? 

 Where have ye vanished, king and peer, 

 And left what ye liv'd for, lying here ? 

 Sin can follow where gold may not, 

 Pictures and books the damp may rot ; 

 And creepers may hang frail lines of flowers 

 Down the crevices of ancient towers : 

 But what hath passed from the soul of mortal, 



Be it thought or word of pride, 

 Hath gone with him through the dim, low portal, 



And waiteth by his side. F. W. FABER. 



LITTLE now remains of the old palace where King John 

 and Edward I. resided. Creeping ivy covers the once 

 strong walls, and large elder bushes springing from out 

 the rents which time has made, afford a shelter to such 

 birds as like to build their nests in solitary places. The 

 goatsucker is one of these ; you may hear her mournful 

 voice at night, as if she bewailed and lamented the down- 

 fall of the once stately building ; the gray owl is also 

 there; the jackdaw and carrion-crow ; they are never 

 seen beside the cottage door, or in cheerful apple-or- 



