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the western door and see this strange procession issue 
forth, with the antiers borne aloft, and hear the bugle- 
blast and answering notes. 
Surely no place can be more crowded with memories 
than busy, “ roaring London,” and nowhere are the 
past and present so unexpectedly brought together. 
The City is full of surprises to those who have leisure 
to wander among its narrow, crowded streets. The 
quiet little graveyards afford many of these telling 
contrasts. Suddenly, in the busiest thoroughfares, where 
a constant stream of men are walking by every week¬ 
day, come these quiet little back-waters. In many 
cases the churches themselves have vanished, or only 
remain in part. St. Mary’s Staining is one of these, 
so hidden away that one might walk along Fenchurch 
Street hundreds of times and never find it. The 
approach is by a very narrow alley, at the end of 
which is this quiet little graveyard, where, among 
other worthies, reposes Sir Arthur Savage, knighted 
at Cadiz in 1596. The church, all except the tower, 
was destroyed in the Great Fire, and never rebuilt. 
The picturesque old tower stands in the centre of 
this little plot, which now forms the garden of the 
Clothworkers’ Company, whose hall opens on to one 
side of it. 
Another church which perished in the Fire and was 
never rebuilt is St. Olave’s, Hart Street, but its church¬ 
yard remains, and a few large tombs stand in a small 
garden with seats, where at all times of the year some 
weary wayfarers are resting. 
Another such graveyard where the burnt church 
was not restored is at the corner of Wood Street and 
Cheapside. The old tree inside the closed railings 
