Charades, VIII

My first's a French noun; and, without it, stands not Church, palace, or hospital, villa, or cot. My Second no feature distinctive can claim; It but echoes my First—'t is precisely the same. Yet my Whole to French parentage makes no pretence; It is plain Anglo-Saxon, in sound as in sense; Nor more widely asunder does pole lie from pole, Than my Gallican parts and my Anglican whole. Impalpable, it—solid, tangible, they; They may last, for long ages—it passes away! Now a sign of approval, a token of scorn; Sometimes of the wind or the waves it is born; Though its presence at intervals surely you'll trace Where my First and my Second have stablished their place; Where King hath his dwelling or Trade hath her marts— A whole evanescent, material parts!