Of praise a mere glutton, he swallowed what came,,
And the puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame;,
Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease,,
Who pepper'd the highest, was surest to please.,
But let us be candid, and speak out our mind,,
If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind."
The most ancient part of the cathedral is the western division, built by Roger Cleriton, in 1148, and pronounced by Sir William Chambers to be the most beautiful thing of the kind in Europe. Indeed, the whole cathedral is august and uniform, but (strange to say) not built in a srait line; for on viewing the interior from the great western door, it appears that the altar, which is placed exactly in the centre of the eastern end, does not stand opposite to the entrance. On the south side of the western door is the monument of Launcelot Addison, father to the celebrated author of the Spectator.' The choir may be truly said to be simplex munditiis; nothing gaudy, nothing superfluous, and finely terminated by the Lady's chapel, whose window exhibits a magnificent specimen of Mr. Eggington's painting upon glass, in a superb picture of the Resurrection; which is intended to be supported on each side by the Crucifixion and Ascension, from designs of Jarvis. On returning through the south-eastern aile, we could not but stop a moment at the tomb of Bishop Hacket, a