The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1899-01-05

We entered the Tower by the Lions Gate,
name that keeps in memory the fact that
long ago King had lion given him, then
another received princely gift of three Loop
ards as a compliment from some monarch
across the Chanrel, and later an elephant
zane TO the gardens about the castle, and
was the first pachydermous subject of Eng
land, though now Nictoria's gardens at
Windsor are solerlnly presided over by two
clumsy stone elephants who thus remind her
sontinually of her PARKWAY Empire that she
sas never seen, but whose riches are poarel
1T her feet and whose slim, dark-faced people
Ilide about her busy London streets as their
,wn country. But the animals are all dead
,r at the Zoo long ago, and only the lion in
he gates name survives 20 tell this tale.
So we entered at the Lions Gate and were
Immediately deprived Of our bags and
bundles, for there is no breaking of the
Hrct rule that is made when dynamite is
eared We did not wonder that they sus-
,ected the worst of our bundles, because,
though they contained nothing more villain
Nus than soap and perfume, vet the shop
keepers in Tendon wrap everything in
most wicked-ooking. slaty- black paper that
appears as If it might harbor anything, from
The innocence of tennenny nails to the COM
plications of an inferna-machine. We pro-
tested against this paper to one shopkeeper,
but he tod Us it was good form; that no
Londoner with any pretensions TO style
would carry wllte-paper parcel.
We gave up our packages and bag with
more grace than some tourists did. It's
funny enough TO see some people who have
been " abroad - once before, or have received
some points from friends accept the expected
with a parade OF philosophy and then be
thrown into a wOeiul furry OF excitement
and protest by some little unexpected re-
auirement Their doubts and misgivings
are enough TO last the carefree traveller three
months Will | be sure to get them
back !? Do have to come back this way !?
If 1 lose my check, what will happen !?
Had better take my keys out?" And so on,
rs though the guard knew or cared a picayune
Dr. would do anything for them except give
them check and take their bundles, as his
orders required.
The Warders of the Tower are soldiers
who have won this pleasant berth by some
superior merit on the battlefield, and they
are a lot of gentlemanly, bright fellows, if
they do sometimes scramble history little.
They wear the :" Beefeater" costume OF
Henry Wills time--a dark uniform with
scarlet bands and pipings, belted blouse
and -brimmed, soit-crowned hat, all
dark and scarlet. They seem to have grown
fond of the ladies and gentlemen of history
Of whom they talk TO the sightseers. Our
Beefeater" guide called Arabella Stuart
Poor Lady," and one had to look twice at
him 10 be sure that he was comparatively
young man of our own day. when he spoke
of Devereux as though he had known him
well and was mourning for a gallant fellow
lately dead.
His pity for Anne Boleyn, whose life
ended here, had all of the strong mans pity
that gentle, pretty woman should suffer, as
if he TOO had seen and felt the charm of her
beauty and helplessness. We being women,
remembered that Anne had been a vain little
thing whose coming had brought disgrace
and a broken heart TO the proud and gracious
Katherine of Aragon, and we moralized a
little over Anne's ghtedness, in be-
Geving that that which she had so lightly won
would endure long; bat to the warder she
was poor, pretty little lady.
Besides the warders are the soldiers garri-
boDed there, as brilliant as host of wood