Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-05-31
WHERE PRINCES REST
The Famous Ancient Cemetery of
Kensal Green in London.
KINGS AND PILLMAKERS REMAINS
Rest Near Those of Gifted Poets and Illus
trious Warriors.
YOUNG ABRAHAM LINCOLN'S GRAVE


greatest and noblest of Britons are sleeping
Strange to say, two of the many children o
George III.-the Duke of Sussex anc
Princess Sophia-are buried short distance
away from the remains of the grandson o
Americas great President.
kensal Green, as the cemetery is called
is not much more than a half century old
1t lies in the far west of London, occupying
tract of many acres adjoining the broad
highway which leads from London to Har.
row. 1t was originally founded as a specu.
lation, and for several years was looked
upon as a dead failure. Many are living
who remember the first grave-that of a
chlld-amld the beautifully laid out groves
and walks, and the "littleNwhite tombstone
all standing alone" became the subject of
the poets lines and the paragraphist's
pathos, until by slow degrees other burials
came, but net until the original sharehold-
ers were nearly ruined. Then the cemetery
suddenly became fashionable; His Royal
Highness the Duke of Sussex took large
number of shares and bought lot for his
future burial. His favorite sister, Princess
Sophia, did likewise, and then great city OF
the silent sprang up like magic, and now
Kensal Green is Valhalla of illustrious
dead, and in times to come will be one of the
historic spots of England.
NEXT TO PRELATEs' ToMBs.
To lie close to the tomb of kings was an
honor not to be missed, judging by the
numerous tombs of persons of high rank
within a stones throw of the somewhat ugly
monuments above the dust of the prince and
princess. Prelates seem to have forfeited
their right to repose in their own cathedrals,
and peers renounced the company of their
ancestral ashes. Close to the tomb Of
Princess Sophia an Archbishop of Canter-
bury is buried, and a little distance from
the dead primate of England lies all that is
left of DR.. Kinds, Lord Bishop of Norwich.
Sir de Lacy Evans, the General who led the
English legion in 1887 which helped to
place ex-Queen Isabella as baby Queen on
the throne of Spain, sleeps few yards
from the Archbishop, and so does the En-
glish wife of a Portuguese Ambassador.
Near to the tomb of Prince Frederick, Duke
of Sussex, are the marble effigies recording
the virtues of a former Duchess of Leeds,
and of the most noble" John Browne,
Marquis Sligo, father of the present peer.
In and between the ground is thjckly sown
with slumbering generals and admirals,
noble ladies and gentlemen-the wife of the
Duke of Cambridge, cousin of Queen
burials in the royal acre.
But Americans care more for men who
carved their own names in fame's temple
rather than those to whom rank and position
came by accident of birth, and of such
hensal Green is rich. Tom Hood and
Wallace, the composer, lie close together,
the minstrel at the foot of the poet. Bas-
reliefs depict the 'Tale of the Shirt" and
"One More Unfortunate
ODD CoINCIDENCEs.
Valpy, who almost founded creed of his
own, has corner tomb shaped like little
chapel; a similar structure, but larger,
stands to the memory of Holloway, the pill
maker. Soyer, the greatest of cooks, lies
in the tomb built for his wife, an artist, and
dearly loved and deeply mourned by the
prince of sauce-makers. Enshrined in the
marble pillar is Mime. Soyer's palette, with
the daubs of paint and brushes just as she
left them, and in great gold letters are the
words ''To Her." When the cook followed
his wife to the tomb all the epitaph they
gave him was "Soyer."
Mulready, of "Mulready" envelope fame,
has quaint tomb recalling the days OF
early postage. Not far from him is a roomy
vault, through the barred entrance of which
seven coffins are visible lying In inches.
'All of one family" the inscription reads,
land died each by his own hand, bereft of
reason" Farther on, red sandstone, low
lying tomb speaks to the memory of Lady
Dixie, first vile OF the notorious baronet
Sir Charles. She was cremated, and there
is only an urn containing her ashes in the
vault. Next an exquisite cross of white
arII if,,l1
flowers surrounding it, tells of the unfortu-
nate Marquis of Hastings, last of his title,
holder of II earldoms, dead and ruined,
aged 26. Some lines of scripture speak of
his hopeful future, and few people who
stand by his grave fail to think regretfully
of the noble "plunger" who lost his life
and great inheritance in few mad years of
gambling. Not far from him is the tomb Of
Admiral Rous, another man of whom all
sportsmen have heard.
MAGNIFICENT MARBLE.
Tomb after tomb, magnificent in the glory
of rare marbles, some almost as large as cot
tages, tell of departed Judges, OF great and
learned men who were Presidents of this or
that society of art, science, or belles-lettres,
and then pauqe is made at the imposing
mausoleum of Ducrow, the rider and founder
of circuses. A short distance from Ducrow
is the grave of Tietjens, the greatest dra-
matte soprano of the last 20 years, and close
to the opera singer lies the immortal Crulk-
shank, the caricaturist. Next, tall pillar
attracts the eye. The inscription relates
that it was erected by the London police
force in memory of their chief, Sir Richard
Mayne, best remembered in London as the
man who inaugurated muzzles tor dogs.
Everybody pauses in front of one splendid
in ha rb1
sleeping angela mothers monument to an
only daughter. "What sorrow can equal.
my sorrow?" is the inscription on the mar
BILE, and then comes the name of the mother,
with the space lett blank for the date of
death. A mighty monument, that looks
like Greek mosque, is at once picture of
mans vanity and reminder OF the Court
of Chancery. 1t was built by a wealthy
merchant who died away from home, and
his heirs threw his estate into chancery-the
tomb, valued at several thousand pounds,
being classed among the assets. The re-
mains of the merchant, subsequently
brought to England, were refused admission
to the vault by the cemetery authorities, as
the ownership of the tomb was unsettled,
and so the dead Croesus is moldering in a
corner of one of the catacombs without even
a simple headstone to do him honor.
GRAVES OF FAMOUS PERSONS.
Near to the main entrance of the cemetery
is the grave OF Epps, of cocoa fame, and
that of Sam Lover, one of the bards of Ire
land. On the broad walk leading to the
chapel are the tombs OF two viscounts, both
the last of their race, and opposite to them,
almost hidden in the tangled grass, is the
simple slab of stone to the memory of
Madame Vestris, the dancer. and her
husband, Charles Mathews, the actor. John
Lothrop Motley, the historian of the Neither
lands. sleeps in one OF the prettiest parts of
the cemetery. west of the chapel, and not far
from him is the grave of one of the first
noblemen of the English Crown, Lord De
Courcy, Baron KingsaIe of the kingdom of |
Ireland thirteenth holder of the title created |