The daily critic., 1890-07-02
GRAVES OF FOUR MEN.
Eugene Field Tells of visit TO hun
hill Fields, England.

From he chicago Nsirs.
just before leaving England for
Germany l went down to Bunhin
Fields to see the graves Of four very
great men Bunyan, De Foe, Watts
and Ritson. The cemetery Is a curious
spot, as full of interest as Il is full Of
bones-the name was originally Bone.
hill. One hundred aud twenty five
persons have been buried here Rit
sons grave cannot be identified. The
antiquary requested that no mound or
slab should be raised above him aud
that wish has been complied with.
"He was buried somewhere In this
corner that Is all the information the
guide has 10 give De Foes grave IS
marked by a stanCh obelisk for which
his youthful readers have paid A
comparatively new monument stands
over Bunyan's grave. The old slab
was fairly hacked TO bits and carried
away by relic hunters.
II fancy, said TO the guide, that
many Of my c0untrymen visit this
sanity spot
"Oh, yes, SIR" said he; "they come
here In drOves during the season"
Can II be possible" / asked, that
this cemetery has a season the same as
seaside resorts and water cures have ? q"
"Oh, no" he answered; Il mean
that they come here In summer, for In
the summer mostly Americans come to
England"
Il am proud said I, ''to know that
my countrymen are disposed TO pay the
tribute Of their reverence and affection
TO the memories of these sanity dead.
Could you tell me which OF these hal
lowed spots they seem 10 seek out more
particularly Either Bunyan or Watts
would be likely to appeal 10 the aver
age American, / suspect.
No sir, " replied the guide, chow
they find out about II i cant say, but
nearly all Of 'em come 10 see the tomb
Of that lady over there and they always
make copy Of the epitaph, %
j proceeded to the spot designated
II was the grave OF a worthy but not
noted lady, who in sixty eight months
was tapped sixty. seven time" and had
2G6 gallons Of water taken from her.
all Of which she endured without re-
pining at the dispensatiOn Of an in
scTutable Providence
Across the street from Bunhill Fields
Is the chapel behind which John Wes-
ley lies buried. Over his grave stands
a simple shaft (erected In 1910, think,
upon which IS inscribed as touching, as
eloquent and as dignifed an epitaph as
j ever read. This whole locality has
an ineXpTessible charm; here, in the
heart Of a populous city and girt about
with vice Is a quiet little tract where,
IN the presence Of the master minds Of
our faith, We may commune with the
sweetest of memories.
The unpleasant feature Of II all is
that as you leave the spot YOU are
sWCoped down upon by a hawk nOsed
female, who iHyeigles you into a sort of
ledge and worries you until you pay
her two shillings for a series Of twenty
four pictures puTpoTting TO illustrate
the life Of Wesley
You'll come down tomorrow and
attend service, won't your asked the
old griffin.
"Inasmuch as / live about five miles
due west Of here, said / III Is likely
that If ] attend service az an / shall at
tend service where a cab fare of two
and six is not involved. '
But aTeu you a NouC0nloTmist 8i-
YiEeg she asked.
Madame, said I seriously, I have
been mistaken az different times for Sol
Smith Russell, Nat Goodwin. Harry
DiNly aud Bill Nye but never yet have
been told that i looked like "a preacher
No my good sister in Adam, 1 ann not
a clergyman am by pTedestiUati0u
prgoTdinalion, prepOssessiun, predIleC
and profession am ungodly newspaper
man.
'L0T me She exclaimed, and q
shade Of disappointment crept into her
voice lhinkin you was q divine
kIlckel ol sLApense on Lhem nIeluIgs