Over one of the town-gates of ancient Warwick, in England,
stands a home for old men, known as the Hospital of St. John.
It was founded three centuries ago by the ambitious Earl of
Leicester and Lord of Kenilworth Castle. That castle is now in
ruins, and for his perfidy the name of the earl is a byword and
a reproach; but this endowment, after long centuries, still
remains living and beneficent, shining through the dark to show
for future ages that
“So shines a good deed in a naughty world.”
(1268)