The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-08-22
MARYTuDoR,Q QUEEN OF ENGLAND
Some of the Tragic Memories of Hamp-
 ton Court Palace.

| sey-butcher boy, cardinal, premier, ru-
 mains but one authentic portrait of | him. That one is a quarter-length cab
 inet picture In an ill-lighted closet
 called by his name. Henry VIII.
 robbed his arrogant vizier of his palace
 and altered it to suit his own taste. | The groined ceiling of Anne Boleyn's Gateway" is decorated with true lovers s
 knots binding together the initials "H."
 and "A" The magnificent Great Hall
 was begun at the same time.
 | By dint of ye men workyng in theyr
 houre tymes and drynking tymes for
 the hastye expedicion of ye same, and
 ye tallow candles spent by ye work
 men in ye nyght-tymes," carvings and
 illuminated panels all ablaze with gold
 leaf and carmine and matchless tapes
 tries, brought from the uttermost parts
 of the earth, that even now glow with l fadeless colors, were finished before l Jane Seymour's death at Hampton
 court. Her initials are intertwined
 with Henry's among the ornaments of
 the ceiling, and in mosaics at the door | of the chapel in which he afterward
 married Katherine Howard. | The large picture catalogued as Henry VIII. and his Family" that
 hangs in the queens audience chamber,
 was painted by an artist of the Holbein
 school. The king and his little son, who became Edward VI, occupy the
 center of the picture. Jane Seymour, who died at her boys birth, neverthe | less appears seated at Henry's left hand. Next to this posthumous por-
 trait stands the Princess Elizabeth. | Opposite to her, and at the kings right,
 is the Princess Mary.
 We look vainly among the hundreds
 of portraits in the immense collection of the royal palace for any other like
 ness of Mary Tudor, first queen reg
 rant of England and Ireland, she who
 became in the fulness of time the most
 powerful and most unpopular sovereign
 who ever sat upon the English throne.
 For the first eleven years of her life
 she was the precocious and petted dar- 1 ling of parents and people. After that
 her story is made up of variations of | tragedy. Her father declared her ille- gitimate and sought her life; her idol l lZCu IuOlleI dleu, DCSSIlSy WlLll lulllc l tears, for a last glimpse of her only child; Anne Boleyn's flouts and insults | to her worse than orphaned step- l daughter were like a weight about the | step-mother's neck when she came to | the scaffold. the girls dearest in heart and next of kin died by the hand of the | eXecutioner, for no crime save their love and loyalty to her. Her wild and last | ing grief for her mothers death under
 mined her health hopelessly. She nev- | CT knew another well day. Before she came into the kingdom, so hardly se- | cured by herself and her adherents, | Mary Tudor had known outrages that might well convert the saint she seemed l to those who knew her as princess into | the incarnate devil she is said to have | been by the Protestant world.
 | But to our portrait. It was painted when she was about twenty-eight years
 Of age and more than pleasing in ap- | pearance. At eighteen she was reck- oned beauty. At twenty-eight the Venetian ambassador at her court
 wrote: "Her face is well formed and her features prove that when younger she | was more than moderately handsome. l She would now be so, saving some l wrinkles, caused more by sorrow than l by age" The pictured eyes into which i we are now looking are dark and lus- | trous, her complexion is pale, but pure, | One writer says it was "singularly
 beautiful" Until the latest years of
 her heavily shadowed life her blush was
 as quick and vivid as girls.
 l In 1854, being then in the fortieth year of her age, 'she kept her gloomy honeymoon at Hampton Court palace"
 records a biographer. The duke of | Norfolk, her stanch old friend and ally, "whom the queen loved entirely" died when she had been married but a few | days. The court went into mourning,
 and Mary, we may well believe not un- | willingly, withdrew with her young husband, Don Philip of Spain, to the superb abode begun by Wolsey and l completed by her father. There Is no l finer palace in all Great Britain. When | Mary. whose favorite seat it was, en- tered it with such of her bridal train as | she chose to bring with her, it was like
 a dream of eastern magnificence.
 l A glance from the picture to the 1 great windows on the other side of the
 room reveals gardens. avenues and ter
 races that then stretched away as far l as the eye could reach in every direc- | tion, except where they were bounded by the silvery Thames. Mary was a
 loving and a skilful horticulturist, and l never happier than when engaged
 among her flowers and orchards. Mu-
 sic was passion with her from infan-
 cy, and she was no mean performer
 upon "the virginals' and the harpsi- | chord. She was an accomplished 1 scholar, and had in her girlhood
 pleased her fourth step-mother, Kath-
 arine Parr, by translating the gospel of
 St. John from Latin into English. l Books, music, such treasures of art as l were collected under no other roof in
 all her kingdom, were here, subject to
 her demand. The bridegroom, whom
 she had received right lovingly upon
 his arrival in England, had already es-
 abolished that fell influence over her
 which was to prove alike inexplicable
 to her apologists and to her accusers.
 A portrait of Philip of Spain in this
 same Hampton Court gallery partially ] justifes the infatuation of the bride,
 who was eleven years his senior. It
 shows us martial figure, command
 ing presence and a noble, open counte- | nance. If it were indeed taken for him,
 1t was egregiously f1attened. Contem- | porhries and other portraits concur in I a fnrhi16ipp n