twenty-four by thirty-two yards, was just a hundred years ago the little
churchyard of St Christopher, where still repose the bones of THOMAS
HARIOT.

Virginia, which once comprehended the present United States from South
to North, has been called the monument to Sir Walter Raleigh. So the
Bank of England, built round the churchyard of St Christopher, may be
called the monument to Thomas Hariot.

The present year, 1879, is just three centuries since Hariot went forth,
a youth of twenty, from the University of Oxford. We have briefly told
his story. England is all the richer for his life, and the world itself
acknowledges the wealth of his science and the worth of his philosophy.
The Bank of England is built round his bones, but it cannot cover his
memory.

Stay, traveller, tread lightly ;
Near this spot lies what was mortal
of that most celebrated man
THOMAS HARRIOT.
He was the very learned Harriot
of Sion on Thames ;
by birth and education
an Oxonian, Who cultivated all the sciences,
and excelled in all,
In Mathematics, Natural Philosophy, Theology.
A most studious investigator of truth, A most pious
worshipper of the Triune God,
At the age of sixty, or thereabouts,
He bade farewell to mortality, not to life,