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upon the wheels, he asked the coachman if his axle.
As we went up the body of the church, the knight
We were immediately conducted into the little chapel on the right hand. Sir Roger planting himself at our historian's elbow, was very attentive to every thing he said, particularly to the account he gave us of the lord who cut off the king of Morocco's head. Among several other figures, he was well pleased to see the statesman Cecil upon his knees; and conclud. ing them all to be great men, was conducted to the figure which represents that martyr to good housewifery, who died by the prick of a needle. Upou our interpreter's telling us, that she was a maid of honour to Queen Elizabeth, the knight was very inquisitive into her name and family; and after having regarded her finger for some tinte, I wonder, says he, that Sir Richard Baker has said nothing of her in his Chro. nicle.
We were then conveyed to the two coronation chairs, where my old friend, after having heard that the stone underneath the most ancient of them, which was brought from Scotland, was called Jacob's Pillar, sat himself down in the chair; and, looking like the
figure of an old Gothic kiug, asked our interpreter what authority they had to say, that Jacob had ever been in Scotland ? The fellow, instead of returning him an answer, told him, that he hoped his honou would pay his forfeit. I could observe Sir Roger a little ruffled upon being thus trepanned ; but our guide not insisting upon his demand, the knight soon recovered bis good humour.
Sir Roger, in the next place, laid his hand upon Edwarų the Third's sword, and leaning upon the pommel of it, gave us the whole history of the Black Prince; concluding, that in Sir Richard Baker's opinion, Edward the Third was one of the greatest princes that ever sat upon the English throne.
We were then shown Edward the Confessor's tomb; upon which Sir Roger acquainted us, that he was the first who touched for the evil; and afterwards Henry the Fourth's, upon which he shook his head, and told us there was fine reading in the casualties of that reign.
Our conductor then pointed to that monument where there is the figure of one of our English kings withont an head; and upon giving 'us to know, that the head, which was of beaten silver, had been stolen away several years since; Some whig, I'll warrant you, says Sir Roger; you onght to lock up your kings better; they will carry off the body too, if you don't take care.
The glorious names of Henry tbe Fifth and Queen Elizabeth gave the knight great opportanities of shioing, and of doing justice to Sir Richard Baker, who, as our knight observed with some surprise, had a great inany kings in him, whose mouuments he had not seen in the Abbey
For my own part, I could not but be pleased to see the knight show such an honest passion for the glory of his conotry, and such a respectful gratitnde to the memory of its princes,
I parted with my friend, and passed the whole afternoon in the church-yard, the cloisters, and the church, amusing myself with the tomb-stones and in. scriptions that I met with in those several regions of the dead. Most of them recorded nothing else of the buried person,
but that he was born upon one day and died upon another : the whole history of his life being comprehended in those two circumstances, that are common to all mankind. I could not but look upon these registers of existence, whether of brass or marble, as a kind of satire upon the departed had left no other memorial of them, but that they were born, and that they died. They put me in mind of several persons mentioned in the battles of heroic poems, who have sounding names given them, for no other reason but that they may be killed, and are cele. brated for nothing but being knocked on the head. Γλαύκον τε, Μεδoντα τε, Θερσιλακο ντε.
The life of these men is finely described in Holy Writ by the path of an arrow, which is immediately closed op and lost.
Upon my going into the church, I entertained myself with the digging of a grave; and saw iu every shovel-full of it that was thrown up, the fragment of a bone or skull intermixt with a kind of fresh mouldering earth that some time or other had a place in the composition of an human body. Upon this, I began to consider with myself what ivnumerable multitudes of people lay confused together under the pavement of that ancient cathedral; how men and women, friends and enemies, priests and soldiers, monks and preben. daries, were crumbled amongst one another, and blended together in the same common mass; how beauty, strength, and youth, with old age, weakness, and deformity, lay undistinguished in the same pro. miscuous heap of matter.
After having thus surveyed this great magazine of mortality, as it were, in the lump; I examined it more particularly by the accounts which I found on several of the monuinents wbich are raised in every quarter of that ancient fabric. Some of them were covered with such extravagant epitaphs, that, if it were possible for the dead person to be acquainted with them, he would blush at the praises which his friends have bestowed upon him. There are others so excessively modest, that they deliver the character of the person departed in Greek or Hebrew, and by that means are not understood once in a twelvemonth. In the poetical quarter, I found there were poets who had no momments, and monuments which had no poets. I observed indeed that the present war had filled the church with many of these uninhabited mongments, which had been erected to the memory of persons whose bodies were perhaps buried in the plains of Blenheim, or in the bosom of the ocean,
I could not but be very much delighted with several modern epitaphs, which are written with great ele gance of expression and justness of thought, and there fore do honour to the living as well as to the dead. As a foreigner is very apt to conceive an idea of the ignorance or politeness of a nation from the turn of their public monuments and inscriptions, they should be submitted to the perusal of men of learning and genius before they are put in execution. Sir Clondesly Shovel's monument has very often given me great offence: instead of the brave rough English Admiral, which was the distinguishing character of that plain gallant man, he is represented on his tomb by the figure of a bean, dressed in a long perriwig, and reposing himself upon velvet cushions nader a canopy of state. The inscription is answerable to the monument; for instead of celebrating the many remarkable actions he had performed in the service of his country, it acquaints as only with the manner of his death, in which it was impossible for him to reap any konour. The Dutch, whom we are apt to despise for want of genius, show an infinitely greater taste of antiquity and politeness in their buildings and works of this nature, than what we meet with in those of our own country. The monuments of their admirals, which have been erected at the public expence, represent them like themselves; and are adorned with rostral crowns and naval ornaments, with beautiful festoons of sea-weed, shells, and coral.
The contemplations of this nature are apt to raise dark and dismal thoughts in timorous minds, and gloomy imaginations; but for my own part, though I am always serious, I do not know what it is to be melancholy; and can therefore take a view of nature in her deep and solemn scenes, with the same pleasure as in her most gay and delightful ones. By this means I can improve myself with those objects, which others consider with terror.
When I look upon the tombs of the
great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire
goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb-stone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with Etheir contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of che tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six undred years ago, I consider that great day when we hall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appear. uice together.