Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-03-28
THE IDEAL. JUEIET-s rouR.
Fhe Last Resting Place Of Adelaide
Neifscns
''E. Avn Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.

''E. A." IN Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.
1t IS stuffy. smoky ride by underground
railway to Brompton Cemetery. It was a
wretchcdiy dreary morning wien visited the
spot. so full Of interest to all WHO ever saw the
lovelest Juliet In the world. Rain was falling
tn a melancholy ,irzzle, as only London rain
can fall. In our country. the rain Itself par
takes of The national spirit. It dashes into
work quick, and is done with It. When it is
done it quits You know it ts not gene to rain
any more for that day. But in London and
Paris. a. in Scotland, our experience was that
1t was never safe to go out without an UNI
breila. Without moments warning the rain
begins TO come down easy and gentle like. 1t
never hurries Itself. but it persists. There is no
more let up 10 it than TO an American citizen
when he wants all office.
The rain penetrated everything till presently
all the world above and below WAS nasty and
wet. A rainy morning In London somehow
gives a stranger the fOriornest feeling alive
Nelson's grave is not near the cemetery gate
Yea go down long walk towards the middle
OF the blTy:ng ground. Tie grave Is inside Oft
large rectangle bortercd with white marble.
finished in the rough, like limestone A tall
massive cross. finished in the same effective
style, is at the head OF the grave 1t stands
npon two great blocks of marble. Flowers
oloomed bright around the marble bordering
aDd upon the grave There were roses and
eternal ivy. CaeeoIarias and scarlet geran-
inns mtnEIeu their PASSIONATE yellow and red.
like her who slept below. dazzling and glowing
The grave was much better kept than those
around it. fresh funeral wreaths hung about,
showing that Adelaide Nelson was held in con-
slant and tender remembrance by somebody.
The plants grew thriftily. showing that they
were tended by careful hands. but | do not
know by whose orders it was done And |
could not find out. The inscription itself upon
ne monument gave not word or line ot her
history. newly dug grave. with the rail-. set
Ting In poo! at the bottom. had been made at
the head of the actress tomb, but 1t had been
prepared for a stranger.
20 ,1auy persons come to see Miss Neison's
grave:" asked the eatekeerer.
Yes. good many. But it's mostly Arneri-
cans that visit it. nllsn''
Who put up the beautiful marble cross
II suppose twas the cemetery association
muni.'
Are any OF her relatives or friends buried
here?'
Not that Pm aware of num- I only keep
the gates"
How stupid he was! Juliet's tomb in Bromp-
ton cemetery, London, had for me a far keener
If melancholy. interest than the so-calIed tomb
Of juliet in Verona. That is known to be a
humbug. This has far better claim to he the
tomb oi SslakespeaFes own Juliet. 1t is pic
ture which VIII l!nger always in my memory
see i6 now. the green grave. the heavy white
marble cross and the vivid red and yellow flow
efa shining through the mist of rain. The spat-
tered raln-s spots in my notebook are still there
where tie drops fell thick and fast az copiad
tie inscription on the moluGent-these Words
y sh hnV ifH ME 30 RYS OF
DIED AUGUST Is, 1870
GIFTED AND BEAUTIFUL.
Tiofv oil