* HARRISON AINSWORTH Tower of London William Harrison Ainsworth, born at Manchester, England, Feb. 4, 1805, was a popular rather than a great writer.

This tower, which has been used as a dungeon, is the most perfect of any remaining.

The tower and spire are perhaps the most beautiful in this country.

It is Key West, a village of wreckers, who, doubtless, pray earnestly for a continuance and increase of the changing currents, which are eternally drifting some ill-fated barque on the ever-growing banks and coral reefs of these treacherous and dangerous waters; the lofty watch-towers are their Pisgah, and the stranded barques their Land of Promise.

The tower is a skeleton.

The tower is the chief exterior beauty.

But if the navigation on that coast is no longer as perilous as it was, when the heroine of this story was buried, and the tower of Cr church is no longer a necessary land-mark, still her grave remains a pleasing memorial of one, whose active benevolence rose superior to the selfishness both of sorrow and of sickness; and enabled her, even on the bed of death, to contrive and will for the benefit of posterity.

More outward towards the sea vpon the farthest olde tower are other fiue good pieces with 30 men to guard them.

The tall grey tower is a landmark at sea, but from the narrow streets of the little town itself it has a disquieting appearance of rising suddenly above the roofs huddled beneath it for the purpose of displaying a black-faced clock with gilt numerals whose mellow chimes have recorded the passing hours for many generations of Sunwich men.

The tower, the base of which is perhaps Norm., is incongruously finished with a balustrade and urn-like pinnacles.

The stern square church tower is a fine example of early twelfth-century work, majestic in its simplicity, but apart from this the exterior appears to have been scraped clean of ancient details by a drastic restoration.

The tower is evidently a minaret, as it is built in the purest Saracenic style, and is surrounded by the ruins of a mosque.

The tower of the cathedral, rising in the centre, is the only feature in the scene which boasts any architectural charm; and the Esplanade, a wide plain, stretching from the ramparts to the sea, is totally destitute of picturesque beauty.

"This Tower" (The Tower of London) "is a citadel to defend or command the city; a royal palace; a prison of state for the most dangerous offenders; the armory for warlike provisions; the treasury of the ornaments and jewels of the Crown; and general conserver of most of the records of the King's courts of justice at Westminster.

Its graceful tower is 506 (?) steps, 364 feet high.

That tower was a stronghold of Christianity in the third century, and it was strange to think that Crusaders and mediaeval warriors had looked out from the same tower, over the same glorious sea.

It was an evening in autumn, and the shed was far from any house; Dymock's tower was the nearest, and the sun was already so low that the old keep with its many mouldering walls, and out-buildings, was seen from the shed, standing in high relief against the golden sky.

A square, rude tower, based upon a foundation of rock, one of those ragged masses that thrust their naked heads occasionally through the soil of the declivity, was the commencement of the hold.

The church's tower is on the north side, an unusual position.

The Ivory Tower (called so characteristically after an object whose bearing upon the intrigue is of the slightest) is a study of wealth in its effect upon the mutual relations of a small group of persons belonging to the plutocracy of pre-war America.

Towers thus became the boldest imaginable symbols of energy and power.

"Looklooklook'tis the Phooka's tower!" was the general cry, in the vernacular Irish, and a universal scamper commenced.

The Signoria tower is, as I say, the highest.

The church of Dundry is of great antiquity, and the tower, which is one of the most extraordinary in England, is a fine specimen of early church architecture.

The very tall square tower which faces you as you enter the Grand Place is the Belfry, the center and visible embodiment of the town of Bruges.