(180059) ET AL.
Future London (1840)
an extract from Macaulays review of Leopold von Rankes
The Ecclesiastical and Political History of the Popes during
the Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries [Die römische
Papste], trans. S. Austin, 3 vols. (London, 1840).
Compare this with the letter provided from Horace Walpole,
and the lines from Barbaulds poem which depict a youth
from Ontario visiting a now-ruined London. Both extracts
are also provided on this page.
T. B. Macaulay (1858)
And she [the Roman Catholic Church] may still
exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand
shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken
arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Pauls.
[This image was illustrated by Gustave Doré in his London
Letter of Horace Walpole,
24 November 1774, Letters, ed. Sir Horace Mann
The next Augustan age will dawn on the
other side of the Atlantic. There will, perhaps, be a Thucydides
at Boston, a Xenophon at New York, and, in time, a Virgil at Mexico,
and a Newton at Peru. At last some curious traveller from Lima
will visit England, and give a description of the ruins of St.
Pauls, like the editions of Balbec and Palmyra; but am I
not prophesying, contrary to my consummate prudence, and casting
horoscopes of empires like Rousseau? Yes. Well, I will go an dream
of my visions.
Extract from Anna Laetitia
Aikin [Barbauld], Eighteen Hundred and Eleven (1812)
But who their mingled feelings shall pursue
When Londons faded glories rise to view?
The mighty city, which by every road,
In floods of people poured itself abroad;
Ungirt by walls, irregularly great,
No jealous drawbridge, and no closing gate;
Whose merchants (such the state which commerce brings)
Sent forth their mandates to dependent kings;
Streets, where the turband Moslem, bearded Jew,
And woolly Afric, met the brown Hindu;
Where through each vein spontaneous plenty flowed,
Where Wealth enjoyed, and Charity bestowed.
Pensive and thoughtful shall the wanderers greet
Each splendid square, and still, untrodden street;
Or of some crumbling turret, mined by time,
The broken stairs with perilous step shall climb,
Thence stretch their view the wide horizon round,
By scattered hamlets trace its ancient bound,
choked no more with fleets, fair Thames survey
Through reeds and sedge pursue his idle way.