"The Royal George" went down with all her crew, and Cowper wrote an exquisitely simple poem about it; but the leaf which holds it is smooth, while that which bears the lines on his mother's portrait is blistered with tears.
My telling these recollections sets me thinking of others of the same kind which strike the imagination, especially when one is still young.

You remember the monument in Devizes market to the woman struck dead with a lie in her mouth.

I never saw that, but it is in the books.

Here is one I never heard mentioned;--if any of the "Note and Query" tribe can tell the story, I hope they will.
Where is this monument?
I was riding on an English stage-coach when we passed a handsome marble column (as I remember it) of considerable size and pretensions .-- What is that ?--I said .-- That, -- answered the coachman,--is THE HANGMAN'S PILLAR.

Then he told me how a man went out one night, many years ago, to steal sheep.