Not Fleet-street Prison, nor the Bastille itself, went out under a heavier weight of popular odium.

Although public sentiment, as well as the personal taste and interest of their proprietors, has favored the preservation of the ruins of old castles and abbeys in Great Britain, Fotheringay bore, branded deep in its forehead, the mark of Cain, and every man's hand, of the last generation, seemed to have been turned against it.
It has not only been demolished, but the debris have been scattered far and wide, and devoted to uses which they scarcely honor.

You will see the well-faced stones for miles around, in garden walls, pavements, cottage hearths and chimneys, in stables and cow-houses.
In Oundle, the principal hotel, a large castellated building, shows its whole front built of them.
The great lion of Stamford is the Burghley House, the palace of the Marquis of Exeter.

It may be called so without exaggeration of its magnificence as a building or of the extent and grandeur of its surroundings.

The edifice itself would cut up into nearly half a dozen "White Houses," such as we install our American Presidents in at Washington.