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of a dragon, apparently compounded of iron and leather, concerning which he told me a long story;-how it was carried in procession; how two men in armour walked beside it, and with spears caused its wings to flap; how all the bakers and confectioners in the town, by whose shops it passed, were obliged to throw a loaf or a cake down its throat; how the boys afterwards beat it, to make it disgorge what it had swallowed; and how (notwithstanding the obvious discrepancy of the narrative), owing to the said boys and their mamas being so terrified, the ceremony had been, for some years, discontinued, by order of the civic authorities. Between twenty and thirty years ago, I saw at the town-hall of Norwich a more modern dragon, constructed probably of tin-foil and pasteboard; which, I understood, was carried in procession on the day of electing a mayor for that city. The painted windows of this cathedral were particularly fineand the colours of the utmost brilliancy. The the figures on a large scale, window, at the west end, was so like that which is similarly situated at Exeter cathedral (and

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is unquestionably of a more recent date), that, on first seeing it, I could almost have asserted it to be the model of the latter. On ascending to the leads, rather the stone roof, our conductor opened one of the windows, and thus gave us a nearer view of the rest; by which we found that, much as we had admired the paintings from below, we were not fully aware of their excellence. They were finished with the utmost accuracy of drawing, and, though so opaque as not to render objects behind them visible, were as brilliant as if they were altogether transparent. The guide, though apparently fully sensible of its value, knocked his key against the painted glass with greater confidence than I could have ventured to do; which convinced me that it was not only thicker but tougher than the glass of the present day. It was like what I might venture, perhaps, to call unpolished crystal. A friend had lately shown me a similar fragment containing the outlines of the human foot, which he had picked up in the church at Malvern. I did not then anticipate

that I should see such an accumulation of what had then so excited my surprise.

The pinnacles and flying buttresses produced a very picturesque effect, and formed a very beautiful foreground for the various views of the city and country beyond them. The pinnacles were so elegant in their form and workmanship, that they might serve as models for towers, not only in England, but even on the Continent. With us our modern towers are too much like temples piled upon temples; and sometimes like certain utensils that shall be nameless, with an extinguisher at the top, surmounted by a pair of snuffers by way of vane; and, indeed, on the Continent, where they generally are in better taste, they not unfrequently are either too much ornamented or too plain. The tracery of the windows and the cornices around various parts of the building were all different, and all of the most exquisite workmanship.

The guide wished us to ascend higher, that we might have a more extensive view; but he prevailed only on our companion, whilst we con

tinued to walk up and down below, though still at so great a height. They ascended a spiral staircase in one of the pinnacles, and spoke to us from a loop-hole: our attention was so much engaged with the objects around us, that we watched not their proceedings; and, at length, being conscious that a considerable interval must have elapsed, wondered what had become of them. At length we heard a voice from the top of one of the flying buttresses, and saw them, not without some feelings of alarm, descend, like Iris, from this bow above our heads, which, if not celestial, might well be said to be in the clouds. The pathway was solid masonry, with the accompaniment of steps and a handrail, far less dangerous than the ropes and pasteboard which, to the amusement of the gods in the gallery, enable their brother divinities to descend amid flashes of resinous lightning and the rolling of thunder-balls; but still it was with sensations approaching to alarm that we first looked up to them, and then to the regions below. The scene reminded my wife of the description of the hunchback throw


ing the archdeacon from the battlements of
Notre Dame; and the same idea had, no doubt,
occurred to another who had scratched on one
of the stones of the wall "Victor Hugo." Too
many are fond of thus recording their own
names — few (but I will not say too few) of thus
recording those of others.

There was pointed out to us a stone chair
(certainly of great antiquity), as that of the
first bishop of the church, and possibly coeval
with it. These chairs were, probably, a sine
quâ nơn in the primitive ages; as thence the
bishop was said to give his charge er cathedrá,
from whence is derived our word cathedral.
For this chair we have substituted the word
throne, but still retain a reference to it in our
word "see"
-sedes, or "seat.”

The glass of this cathedral had been partially
injured during the French Revolution; and,
therefore, some of the windows were plain.
This, added to the partial introduction also of
the style of Louis XIV., greatly detracted from
the effect of it as a whole; but, in some de-
gree, amends were made by the doors of the



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