West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1901-02-07
ENGLAND'S QUEEN
Laid to Rest Beside Her Husband
at Frogmore.
The Final Ceremonies Attended by Kings,
Queens Princes and Many scions
or Royalty.


rests peacefully near that of her
husband in the mausoleum at Frog
more.
The final ceremonies were more
pathetic than any which preceded
them.
Shortly before 3 O'Clock in the
presence OF the royal mourners, the
grenadier guard of honor lifted the
coffin from its temporary resting
place in the Albert Memorial chapel
and placed it on a gun carriage. In
the meanwhile the queens company
of grenadlers, drawn up in the
quadrangle. presented arms and
wheeled into line, their rifles at the
reverse, and, with slow measured
steps marched toward the castle
gate. AT the head of the procession
was band playing Choppin's fun
eral march.
Slowly the cortege passed under
the massive archway on to the Long
Walk which was a mass of black
brilliantly edged with scarlet. Life
guardsmen kept the crowds back.
In place on the gun carriage was
the same regalia which attracted
the eyes of millions since the march
to the grave began at Osborne.
Close behind walked King Edward
VII, Emperor William and the
Duke of Connaught wearing dark,
military overcoats and plumed
cooked hats and looking pale and
careworn. In similar dull attire
were the kings of Portugal and Bel
GUM. All heads were bent. The
blue and gray of the German princes
redeemed the royal group from per-
feet sombreness of color.
Behind these walked Queen Alex
andra and the royal Processes deep
ly yelled. The queen carried an
umbrella but the others had their
hands folded. AS the last trio of
these yelled women passed out from
the castle there came two boys
dressed in bright tartan kits and
velvet jackets. Between them was
a young girl, her fair, loose hair
glittering against the crepe of her
mourning. Two of these were
children of Princess Henry of Bat
tenberg and the other was little
Prince Edward of York. His tiny
legs could hardly keep pace even
with the slow progress of the mourn
ing band.
The rear of the procession was
brought up by the suites of the
kings and princes, the vari-colored
overcoats forming striking patch
of color.
Down the Long Walk with the
band still playing Chopin's dirge,
this quiet throng slowly made its
way to the mausoleum. The horses
attached to the gun carriage were
inclined to be FESTIVE but, as an
extra precaution, a drag of ropes
was attached 10 the wheels and held
by sturdy artillerymen.
AT the lodge gates the strain of
the band died away and the pipers
commenced their lament.
There between the broad avenue
of stately trees, the crowd were the
thickest, forming dense black banks.
BY $3.50 p. m. the crowned bier
had passed into the other lodge
which leads to the Frogmore en-
closure, where none but the family
and servants were admitted. The
choir met them and the royal fam
lily and their relatives entered the
burial place so dear to the late
Queen, ranging themselves on each
side of the coffin.
The coffin was borne from ihe
gun carriage by the grenadiers, the
piPers ceasing their dirge and the
choir, moving forward, commenced
to sing "Yet Though / Walk
Through the Valley Before"
The inside of the mausoleum be-
ing reached they sang "Man That's
Born of Woman" while the royal
family took their places around the
coffin, the dome of victoria's tomb
re-echoed with the sad strains Of
Lord, Thou Knowest.
The Bishop Of Winchester, stand
ing on the platform surrounding the
marble figure Of the Prince Consort.
on which rested the Queens coffin,
read the committal prayer, and the
Lords prayer. Then the choir
sang "Sleep Thy Last Sleep" the
dean said the Collect, the choir
broke into the anthem "The Face
or Death is Turned Toward the Sun
OF Life" and, with hands stretched
over the congregation, the Bishop
of Winchester pronounced the bene-
dIciIOn. A short. solemn silcncn