Some, however, which were the most zealously shown, were to me, from a deficiency of military taste, the least pleasing; for instance, the two hundred thousand stand of arms, arranged in an imposing manner, and quantities of cannon, captured from many countries. The corroded guns of the Royal George, drawn by the diving- bell from their long sojourn in the deep, agreeably restored the plaintive verses of Cowper, so often sung among the ditties of childhood:
"Toll for the brave,
The brave that are no more,
All sunk beneath the wave,
Fast by their native shore."
The destructive weapons and instruments of torture, taken from the Spanish armada, are exhibited in connexion, with a waxen effigy of Queen Elizabeth on horseback, going to return thanks at St. Paul's for the defeat of that terrible armament, by the artillery of Heaven, which she caused to be kept in memory by a medal with the inscription, "Thou didst blow with thy wind, the sea covered them." I placed my thumb in the screws, which the Dons provided for their English neighbors, touched the edge of the axe that beheaded Anne Boleyn, felt the rugged block, which had been so oft saturated with noble blood, ascended the narrow, winding stair, to the turret, whose walls the martyrs had indented with their names and
