The Shasta courier., 1863-02-07
Ths Coronation Of Anne Boleyn

guirs's Opera House.
The Coronation Of Anne Boleyn
On the morning Of the 31st of May the fami-
| lies of the London cities were string early
in all houses From Temple-bar to the Tower
the streets we're fresh strewed with gravel,
the foot paths were rallied of along the whole
distance, and occupied on one side BY the
I guilds, their workmen and apprentices, on
the other side by the City constables and
| officials in their gaudy uniforms, and with
their slaves in hand for to cause the people
to keep good room and order" Cornhill and
Gracechurch street had dressed their fronts
IN scarlet and crimson, in arras and tapestry,
and the rich carpet work from Persia and the
East Cheapside, to outshine her rivals, was
draped even more splendidly in cloth of gold,
and tissue, and velvet. The sherifs were
Epacing up and down on their great Flema.h
horses, hung with liveries, and all the win
dows were thronged with ladies crowding to
see the process on pass. At lenght the Tow
er guns opened, the grim gates rolled back,
and under the archway in the bright May
sunshine, the long columns began slowly to
defle. Two states only permitted their rep
resentatives to grace the scene with their pre-
lsence-Venice and France. 1t was, perhaps,
| to make the most of this isolated countenance,
that the French ambassadors train formed
the van Of the cavalcade. Twelve French
knights came riding foremost in surcoats OF
blue velvet with sleeves of yellow silk, their
horses tapped in blue with white crosses pow
dered on their hangings. After them follow
ed a troop of English gentlemen, two and two,
and then the knights of the Bath, "in gowns
l,k xn-,k1 Id
like DOCTORS" Next, perhaps, at little in
| teryal, the abbots passed on, mitred in their
robes the barons followed in crimson velvet,
the bishops then, and then the earls and mar.
quises, the dresses of each order increasing
in elaborate gorgeousness. All these rode
on in pairs. Then came alone Audly, lord
chancellor. and behind him the Venetian
Ambassador and the Archbishop of York ;
the Archbishop of Canterbury, and our old
friend, Du Bellay, Bishop of Bayonne, and
now with the bugle and hunting frock, but
sokmn with stole and crozier
ext the lord mayor, with the city mace
and Garter in his coat of arms and
a.. William Howard-Beted Will
he Scottish Border. Marshal Of
The officers Of the Queens house.
,ceeded the marshal in scarlet and
n = and the van of the procession was clos
ed BY the Duke of Suffolk, as high constable,
with his silver wand. 1t is no easy matter
to picture to ourselves the blazing trail of
splendor which in such pageant must have
drawn along the London strcets-thosc streets
which now We know so black and smoke GRIM
ed, themselves then radient with masses of CO.
lor, gold. crimson, and violet. Yet there it
was and there the sun could shine upon it,
and tens of thousands of eyes were gazing on
the scene oct Of the crowded lattices. Glori-
Gus as this spectacle Was. perhaps, however,
it passed unheeded. Those eyes were watch
ing all for another object which now drew
near. In an open space behind the constable
there was seen approaching e 6 a white chari-
OF" led by two palfreys in white damask
which swept the ground, golden canopy
borne above it, making music with silver
be Is. And in the chariot sat the observed
of all observers, the beautiful occasion of all
this glittering homage; fortunes plaything
for the hour. the Queen of England-queen
at last-borne along upon the waves of this
sea of glory, breathing the perfume incense
of greatness, which she had risked her fair
name, her delicacy, her honor, her self res
pect, to win, and she had won it. There she
sat, dressed in white tissue robes, her fair
hair flowing loose over her shoulders, and
her temples circled with light coronet of
gold and diamonds-most beautifuf-loveli-
est-most favored, perhaps, as she seemed
at that hour, of all England's daughters
Alas within the hollow round' of that cor.
oDet-
Kept death his court. and there the antick sate
Scoffing her state and grinning at her pomp,
Allowing her little BREATH little scene
To monarchisc, he feared. and kill with looks,
Infnsing her with 5 If and vain conceit
As if the a sh which walled about her life
We're brass impregnable and humored thus
Bored through her castle walls and farewell Queen
Fatal gift of greatness SO dangerous ever |
so more than dangerous in those tremendous
times when the fountains are broken loose
of the great deeps of thought; and nations
are in the throes ofrevolution when ancient
order and law and tradition splitting in
the social earthquake; and as the opposing
forces wrestle to and fro, those unhappy ones
who stand ont above the crowd become the
symbols of the struggle, and fall the victims
Of its alternating fortunes. And what if in
to an unsteady heart and brain. intoxicated
with splendor, the outward chaos should finu
its way, converting the poor silly soul into
an image of the same confusion-if conscience
should be DISPOSED from her hig b place, and
the Pandora box be broken loose of passions
and sensualities and follies; and at length
there be nothing left of all which man or
woman ought to value, save ho-e of Gods
forgiveness. Three short years have yet to
pass, and again on a summers morning.
Queen Anne Boleyn will leave the Tower of
London-not radient then with beauty on
gay errand of coronation, but poor wander
ing ghost, on a sad tragic errand. from which
she Will never more return, passing away out
of an earth where she may stay no longer, in
to Presence where, nevertheless. we know
that all is well-for all of us-and therefore
for her.-London Critic.
OLD Ds..This is what DIR. Hall says of
this class in his Journal of Health
being an old maid implies decision of
character neither sham, nor shows, no.
courtly manners, nor splendid persons, have
won them over nor fair nrOmises nor shall