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shonldst thou ever become the queen OF
this realm, to that which The kings hasty
passion may lead. remember there il mono
whose allegiance TO thee can be more true
than Edward Percy's.'i r 7S '1H'
He stalked proudly from the apartment.
and Anne remained to indulge a while in
the golden visions his last words awaken.
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Three centuries have rolled away since
that interview. the actors for more than
two hundred years have reposed in the
silence Of the grave Their very monu-
ments have long since crumb:ed the busy
hand Of time has been silently sweeping
away all memorials of their existence, and
their story lives only in deathless history
In brushing away the cobwebs Of antiqui-
~ in search Of its mysteries, the inquirer
passes and ponders over it while. with
that deep and silent awe, or those cold and
stately feelings with which thou. dear rea-
der, wouldst gaze upon monument, OF
mayhap listen to tale Of those times
But there he is led astray. Hearts bea,
as wildly, love was cherished as warmly.
and disappointment as keenly felt three
hundred years ago as now.
THE CORONATION. ~
Henry the Eighth Of England, seems TO
have been a man not easily turned from
his purpose, particularly when it involved
some clurlish passion. Morality, religion
and law, were .trifes light as air. when
they stood between him and his desires.
With untiring perseverance did he pursue
his object Of beng divorced from his wife,
Catharine of CASTLE, and overcome all op-
position and delay, finally effected his
purpose, through the fundamentally Of
Cranmer, and drove lhs ex.queen into re-
tirement. ss5f
sin days of old her Amphile towers were seen
The mournful refuge of an injurd queen"
i. Old Ballad.
In that spacious hall were gathered the
lords and ladies of England, surrounding
space occupied by the great officers of
State, the dignitaries Of the church, and
municipal authorities. Elevated high were
two vacant thrones; ranged along the walls
on either side stood the royal body guard,
and far down that hall to the great en-
trance, was one waving sea of heads
Thousands were there to add 10, and wit
ness the pomp and pagentry of the scene
Scores of busting officials, with their
wards and ba,ons, were hurrying from
place to place, to order and direct the
crowd. An hour passed in anxious ex-
pcctalon, when the king advanced from
behind the splendid hangings leading Anne
Boleyn, whom he placed in one of the va
cant thrones and himself occupied the 9TH
err. They were attended by numerous
train Of maidens, who ranged around the
queen. At their entrance the assembled
mobiles and churchmen all rose and sud-
denly a shout burst from the crowd at the
other end Of the hall, $ Long live Henry
and Anne which was caught up by the
dense mul,i,.le outside Of the building. and
echoed from ten thousand throats. Proc
lamation was made by a herald. preceded
by flourish of trumpets, and the arch
bishop Of Canterbury in his sacred robes,
placed crown upon Anne's head, and
proclaimed her Queen of England. The
surrounding mobiles bowed their heads and
kissed her hands in token Of their. allegi
ance and the assembled multitude waved
plumes and scarfs, and cried Long live
Queen Anne go
The ceremony was over; that little brief
moment 10 which she had looked forward
with so much anxiety, and which passed
whilst she scarcely realized its presence,
so giddy was she with the brilliant scene,
the imposing ceremony. and the streams
of adula.ion that poured into her ear from
every side. The king and queen with
drew, followed by the ladies aud genlle>
men of the court, and the numerous spec-
tators gathered themselves up and depart
ed. Thus from simple maiden OF the
court, Anne became queen over grea!
people the idol Of monarch's heart and
the admired object Of nations homage.
The PRISON. es y
aOf chance, and change, and fate IN human lie
High actions and high passions most describing"
Paradise Regainsd.
Start not, reader, at entering with me,
within the frowning walls Of the Tower Of
London. Thrilling tales Of dark deeds Of
blood, of midnight murder, and of human
suffering, could those grey stones reveal,
if gifted with language. Many a noble
fellow has passed within their precincts