education, or station, and of the burning and rebuilding of the old pile, have all sunk deep into his heart.  A walk of twenty minutes, after being set down at the Bank by an omnibus, brought me to the gate of the Tower.  A party of friends who were to meet me there had not arrived, so I had an opportunity of inspecting the grounds and taking a good view of the external appearance of the old and celebrated building.  The Tower is surrounded by a high wall, and around this a deep ditch partly filled with stagnated water.  The wall incloses twelve acres of ground on which stand the several towers, occupying, with their walks and avenues, the whole space.  The most ancient part of the building is called the “White Tower,” so as to distinguish it from the parts more recently built.  Its walls are seventeen feet in thickness, and ninety-two in height, exclusive of the turrets, of which there are four.  My company arrived, and we entered the tower through four massive gates, the innermost one being pointed out as the “Water, or Traitors’ Gate”—­so called from the fact that it opened to the river, and through it the criminals were usually brought to the prison within.  But this passage is now closed up.  We visited the various apartments in the old building.  The room in the Bloody Tower, where the infant princes were put to death by the command of their uncle, Richard III.; also, the recess behind the gate where the bones of the young princes were concealed, were shown to us.  The warden of the prison who showed us through, seemed to have little or no veneration for Henry VIII.; for he often cracked a joke, or told a story at the expense of the murderer of Anne Boleyn.  The old man wiped the tear from his eye, as he pointed out the grave of Lady Jane Grey.  This was doubtless one of the best as well as most innocent of those who lost their lives in the Tower; young, virtuous, and handsome, she became a victim to the ambition of her own and her husband’s relations.  I tried to count the names on the wall in “Beauchamp’s Tower,” but they were too numerous.  Anne Boleyn was imprisoned here.  The room in the “Brick Tower,” where Lady Jane Grey was imprisoned, was pointed out as a place of interest.  We were next shown into the “White Tower.”  We passed through a long room filled with many things having a warlike appearance; and among them a number of equestrian figures, as large as life, and clothed in armour and trappings of the various reigns from Edward I. to James II., or from 1272 to 1685.  Elizabeth, or the “Maiden Queen,” as the warden called her, was the most imposing of the group; she was on a cream coloured charger.  We left the Maiden Queen to examine the cloak upon which General Wolf died, at the storming of Quebec.  In this room Sir Walter Raleigh was imprisoned, and here was written his “History of the World.”  In his own hand, upon the wall, is written, “Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.”  His Bible is still shown, with these memorable lines written in it by himself a short time before his death:—­