The Sun.
London, England, 1866-02-16 00:00:00

Newark Priory.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE SUN. dßn
Sin,—Amonst the many interesting relics of the ° 0
time which are located within a morning's drive irt°lo
London this sacred ruin, which dates from the days °f iori
first King Richard, is act the least interesting. The by
was dedicated to the Blessed Virgin, and was inhabited
the monks of St. Augustine, where their prayers, V°55,0
and morning orisons might have been heard until the
of the conscientious and amiable reformer, ping
VIII., when the house was dissolved, and the last '1 s
received a pension of £4O a-year. Dr. Charles Afeeiglls:4ll.l':o
published a curious legend upon this Priory in collue;zot
with its neighbour at Waverley, in Surrey ; and the re ht
decease of Mr. T. Love Peacock, the author, has 10911„)r
to my recollection the following stanzas, which he 13 Pi: 0,
lished some years since when he had revisited the 010
now now the property of Earl Lovelace, and pretty safe for'
devastation. The antiquarians may thank one of the for'
devastation.
mer owners, an Onslow, for this relic, as he prevented,
l,
total destruction. The readers of my " Plea for 1)-11°1:ha
reviewed by you just ten years since, may reme4ol;"3l.o*
woodcuts of both places, which well deserve a visit
-
fine day, as " nooks and corners of old England."

AUGUST, 1842.
I gaze where August's sunbeam falls
Along these grey and lonely walls,
Till in its light absorbed appears
The lapse of five-and-thirty years !
If change there be, I trace not,
In all this consecrated spot :
No new imprint of prior's march—
On roofleless wall and frameless arch :
The hills, the woods, the fields, the stream,
Are basking in the self-same beam.
The fall that turns the unseen mill,
As then it murmurest, murmurs still.
It seems as if on one were cast
The present and the imaged past,
Spanning, as with a bridge sublime,
That awful lapse of human time ;
That gulph, uufathomably spread,
Between the living and the dead.
For all too well my spirit feels
The only change this scene reveals.
The sunbeams play, the breezes stir,
Unseen, unfelt, unheard by her,
Who, on that long-past August day,
First saw with me these ruins grey..
Whatever span the Fates allow
Ere I shall be as she is now,
Still in my bosom's inmost cell
Shall that deep-treasured memory dwell.
That, more than language can express,
Pure miracle of loveliness,
IlvVehroesemvyosicoehls,os
inswuese, whoseictahclit eye
slight so briglit,
In those blest days, when life was new,
And hope was false, but love was true.
I am, Sir, yours obediently, cooja•

London, Feb. 14, 1866

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