On the latter, weighing 11,470lbs.

the hammer of the clock strikes the hours.

It was now noon, and the ponderous hammer put itself into motion, and slowly, yet with astounding impetus, struck the bell, and the reverberation tingled on the auricular organs of the two strangers with painful and stunning effect throughout the long protracted intimation of the hour; nor was it until a considerable time had elapsed, that their hearing recovered from the clanging agitation.{1} 1 This bell is never tolled but upon the death of some of the Royal Family, of the Bishop of London, or of the Dean of St.Paul's, and then the clapper is moved and not the bell.
In the stillness of night, the indication of the hour by the deeply sonorous tone of this bell may be heard, not merely over the immense Metropolis, but in distant parts of the country.

The fact is well known of the sentry at Windsor, who, when accused of having been asleep one night on his post, denied the charge, saying, "That he had been listening to St.Paul's in London, which had just struck thirteen!" And this assertion was, upon enquiry, satisfactorily corroborated.
They were now ushered into the _Whispering Gallery_, which is constructed on the very simple principle of an unbroken communication.
It is 140 yards in circumference, and a stone seat runs round the gallery along the foot of the wall.

On the side directly opposite to the entrance door, Dashall and his friend seated themselves, when the person who shewed the gallery whispered close to the door, at the distance of 140 feet, and yet they heard his voice seemingly at their ear.