"Talk not of years! 'twas yesterday We chased the hoop together, And for the plover's speckled egg We waded through the heather. "The green is gay where gowans grow, 'Tis Saturday—oh! come, Hark! hear ye not our mother's voice, The earth?—she calls us home. "Have we not found that fortune's chase For glory or for treasure, Unlike the rolling circle's race, Was pastime, without pleasure? "But seize your glass—another time We'll think of clouded days— I'll give a toast—fill up my friend! Here's 'Boys and merry plays!'"
But Market Lane and its memories detain us too long from King Street. We now return to the point where Church Street intersects that thoroughfare.
VIII.
KING STREET: ST. JAMES' CHURCH.
he first Church of St. James, at York, was a plain structure of wood, placed some yards back from the road. Its gables faced east and west, and its solitary door was at its western end, and was approached from Church Street. Its dimensions were 50 by 40 feet. The sides of the building were pierced by two rows of ordinary windows, four above and four below. Altogether it was, in its outward appearance, simply, as a contemporary American "Geographical View of the Province of Upper Canada," now before us, describes it, a "meeting-house for Episcopalians."