BRAYBROOKE.
"'Tis Twopence now," &c. (Vol. iv., p. 314.).
—I met with the lines mentioned by your correspondent REMIGIUS in a newspaper about twenty years ago, and cut them out. I cannot now remember the work it was said they were copied from, nor do I quite understand if that is the information REMIGIUS wants, or the verses themselves: but I think the verses, and therefore inclose them.
THE ABBEY: A FRAGMENT.
"A feeling sad came o'er me, as I trod the sacred ground
Where Tudors and Plantagenets were lying all around:
I stepp'd with noiseless foot, as though the sound of mortal tread
Might burst the bands of the dreamless sleep that wraps the mighty dead.
"The slanting ray of the evening sun shone through those cloisters pale,
With fitful light, on regal vest and warrior's sculptured mail;