, 1901-01-23
QUEEN IS DEAD
VICTORIA PASSED AWAY At $50
O'CLOCK LAST EVEN
ING.
All the World is in Mourning for the
Death Of a Good Woman-RuIed
the British Empire Justly and
Well-The Prince Of Wales Be-
ONE King Edward WI.

At GAS O'Clock last night the great
hell in the tower of st. Paul's, London,
began to toll. Draped in black, its
keen pure tones muffled, the old bell
rang out to the waiting, mourning peo-
pie the news OF the death of the Queen
Of England.
Imagine the sound. One Of the great
est bells in the world attuned to the
sound Of mourning. Toll, toll, toll.
Hour after hour, day after day, the
bell will toll till Victoria is buried.
Without a minutes cessasion the bell
will toll. Solemnly, regularly, as is
the custom, this old bell will tell the
story of the death of England's ruler.
Not for sixty-four years has it had so
solemn a duty to perform.
lishmen of as mach ypocrisy a1I.-~
tie decency as Carlyle said of the Unf,j
States, "It is dirty chimney; let it but
itself out" The queen sen a messai
h in 1865 to the president upon the COZ
pletion Of the Atlantic cable, consos
r., Mrs. Lincoln upon her husbands de3
and entertained the son of Lincoln, q,
eral Grant and the son of Harrison.
times had this good woman been shot
and once struck in that brutal countrS
struck by an officer of hussars. Not
insult was ever offered her in Ireland
in any other country.
y Her learned and letters loving "
I hoD1 IN lse oFpr< <N trprpya {In ri,t
cation of England, was frequently houJ
ed by public speakers, press and peo)
They laid upon him the Crimean Y
! which vas due to that jockey, PalS
et," the man whom NJ. .Buchanan.t
The greatest event in the memory of
this generation, the most stupendous
change in the existing conditions that
could be imagined has taken place
quietly, almost gently, upon the ami
yersary Of the death Of Queen Victo-
ria's father, the duke Of Kent. The
end Of this career, unequaled by any
woman in the worlds history, came in
a simply furnished room in Osborne
house.
This most respected of women, liv-
ing or dead, lay in a great four-posted
bed and made a shrunken atom, whose
aged face and figure were a cruel
mockery OF the fair girl who in 1887
began to rule over England.
Around here were gathered almost
evory descendant Of her line. Well
within view Of her dying eyes there
hung a portrait Of the prince consort.
It was he who designed the room and
every part of the castle. In scarcely
audible words the white haired bishop
Of Winchester prayed beside her as he
had often prayed with his sovereign.
for he was her chaplain at Windsor.
With bowed heads the imperious rul-
er Of the German empire, and the man
who is O. king Of England, the wo-
man who has succeeded to the title of
queen, the prince and princess, and
those Of less than royal designation,
listened to the bishops ceaseless pray
er.
Six o'clock passed and the bishop
continued his interecssion. One of the
younger children asked a question in a
shrill childish treble, and was immedi-
ately silenced. The women of this roy
al family sobbed family, and the men
shufled %uneasily.
At exactly half past six Sir James
Reid held up his hands and the people
then knew that England had lost her
queen.
The bishop pronounced the benedic-
ton.
The queen passed away quite peace
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