Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1873-08-06

Knoxville citizen now aboad, the first part
of which was recently published. In the
following the description of noteworthy
places in London is continued:
"CoLoGNE, June Is, 1873.
Now for some of the points of interest
in history, and first to "the Tower"
Imagine q chain of towers, connected by
walls forming a square fortifcation en-
closing vacant space of two or three acres,
and the citadel called the white tower sur
rounded 10y a moat to be filled with
water when desired, some towers large
enough for palace others for a prison
(and they have often been used for both,
for it was palaces and prisons built in the
shape of fortifcation), and you have 1.-THE
Tower y
ON the side and entering the walls from
the Thames is
THE TRAITORS GATE,
through which many thousand prisoners,
among them men of wisdom and genius,
even royalty itself, have often passed under
the onlinous portals of that gloomy arch
way, to exchange dreams of honor and
glory for the torture room and the fatal
block and axe. In plain chapel in one of
the towers now rests their dust.
The banners that hoated over the tower
during the reigns of Edwards ] and III
and Edward the Black Prince were.
EhnHeu Dy conquest 5 crimson wing,
and this fortress was filled with captive
Kings, Queens and heroes, trophies of
England's valor. From the mountains of
Wales, that once were "Vocal with high
born Hoel's harp and Llewellyn's lays"
Cambria's war-like chiefs were brought to
sigh out a life within their gloomy walls.
Even the mighty spirit of Owen Glendow-
er could not break the chain.
cold Scotia" too, has given some of her
best and bravest to languish, and finally
receive the fatal headsman's stroke, within
the dismal dungeons of this royal fortress,
among them King Baliol in 1897, the no.
BILE Wallace, who suffered so cruel a death
III 1906, the Earls of Ross, Athol and Mon
teith, King David Bruce in 1916, and q
long list OF others who still live in the
bloody pages of the past.
But shall not follow the history of this
wonderful fortress, around whose walls
have surged the Norman and other foreign
foes, and that too often have looked down
on internal bloody strife for power by Eng
lands own children, nor is it necessary to
dwell long on the bloody scenes that have
been enacted inside. Buta strange feeling
seizes one and you almost feel that you too
belong to the grim old ages of the past as
YOU stand upon the spot where Richard,
Duke of Gloucester, ordered Lord Hastings
to instant execution in front of the chapel
or where the Duke of Clarence was assas-
sinated in the Bowyer tower, or as you
stand on the identical stone in the
HBloody Towern that was washed by the
royal blood of the two sons of Edward '
by order of the prince of tiends, Richard
Iii. And the soul sickens as you stand
upon the spot where the brilliantly beauti'
full Anne Boleyn lifted her hands ana eyes
TO Heaven and exclaimed: so Father
o Creator! Thou who art the way. the
truth and the life Thou knowest L have
not deserved this death )" then bent hel
beautiful neck beneath the headsman'S
stroke and was thrust into an old arms
chest and buried in an ignoble grave
Queen Catherine had suffered like fate
and Lady Jane Grey and her husband
Lord Guilford Dudley, on the same day
met q similar doom. You see the spo
where they laid down their bodies, where
the basket sat in which fell their heads
the soil that drank their innocen
blood the walls on which they ant
many others while in prison carved thei
names and coats of arms, with such sen
tences as these, which Lady Jane Gre.
with a pin traced on the stone walls of he
prison,
ITO mortals' common fate thy mind resign,
Ny lot to-day, tomorrow may be thine"
And this by Edward Poole, in 1862, VIII
pined away life here charged with " as
piring to the hand of Mary Queen {
Scots: ~
II. HIS. A passage perrlus maketh
is sown by God in tears is reaped in joy.
As you stand and see these things haV
mentioned, history has a new meaning
a thousand almost forgotten incidents
the past, learned when boy at school, al
awakened, and the events of centurit
crowd themselves in, one after anothe
and you see and feel them unclouded b
the mists of time and distance iii wa
never seen before.
But away from these grand old WALL
now filled with armor and weapons, reli'
of past ages, wax figures representing hi
torical persons on horseback and on foo
clothed in the same steel clothing an
armed as when living-and every variet
of war implements from the days OF Il
Romans TO the present.
Now to Saint Paul's, "the nOblest bull
ing in the Kingdom monument to Il
genius of Sir Christopher Wren, long Il
Grand Master of Masonry, theoretical al
poetical. 1t stands on Ludgate Hill, !
dome the most prominent landmark of Il
metropolis, piercing the air TO the heig
of 375 feet. Its length is 500 feet and
greatest breadth 2S6 feet. 1t cost even
this country more than five million dolla
(S5, 600, ,000), of our money. And though
took thirty-flve years to build it, it W
done under the supervision of one arch
tect (Wren) and one Master Mason, Tho
Strong.
Here many paintings aud pieces of sta
uary oy master hands and the tombs