some tomb made by Nicholas Stone. Of the domestic part of St.
Helen’s Priory, the wealthiest nunnery in London, nothing remains
above ground.
A short walk through a labyrinth of old and narrow lanes takes
us into the street called St. Mary Axe. There is no church of that
name, nor, indeed, by accident, any church in the ward of Lime
Street, of which it forms a
part. Stow tells us some¬
thing of a church and
parish of St. Mary, St.
Ursula and the eleven
thousand virgins, which
adjoined a house at its
east end, of the sign of the
Axe. It was pulled down
in 1561 and the parish
united to that of St.
Andrew Undershaft. The
church of St. Andrew
stands at the corner, and
is very picturesque and
well worth a visit, if only
for the sake of John Stow,
whose handsome terra cotta
monument is at the north¬
eastern corner, the historian
being represented writing,
with a quill pen, occasion¬
F ally renewed, in his hand.
: The church, though in the