The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-03-02
Married Life
the Third Year

Here to the right We have the 70
cumben. figures Of tho Earl Of
Shrewsbury, and his lady. You will
notice they carved in wood and over
laid with metal. The feet rest on the
lion. a symbol Of power"
And the verger in his long black
robe moved to the next tomb. while
the little group of tourists with their
baedekers and note books followed
eagerly.
I'VE have here one of the most in
teresting monuments in the Abbey
band was smothered at Calais by or
der of Richard II. The canopy. as
well as the figure. you WIN observe.
are OF brass. We now approach the
tomb OF Henry VII"
He was a cold-blooded old GUS"
whispered Warren.
"Oh hush-sh-, dear" pleaded Helen.
who was in constant terror OF War
ren's irreverent comments. They
viii hear you.
"Then why did you want to tag
along with this bunch?" I'd rather
walk through and see things for my
self than to be mouthed at by that old
boy"
why l thought he could tell us so
many interesting things. Listen!,
This small sarcophagus is in mem
DRY Of the young Duke Of York and
his brother, murdered in the tower by
their uncle, Richard Ill"
Mice family feeling they had in
those days. But what does he think
he's got here a class in English his
tory? Come, let's break away from
this and see things for ourselves"
"Oh, no, dear, wait just a little long
err" urged Helen. who was devouring
every word.
EDWARDS TOMB.
Now we have come to the tomb Of
Edward I. AS you see it is simply a
slab of wod without an effigy. The
body was recently found in remark
ably good preservation, with a crown
of gilded tin on the head and sceptre
in hand"
Warren rugged Helen with whis-
pered do they dig 'em up ever now
and then to see how they are keep
ing?"
IF you will kindly step this way,
you will now observe before you the
shrine Of Edward the Confessor"
After briefly calling their attention
to despoiled splendor of this tomb and
the crumbling iron-bound coffin with
in, the verger led the way to the next
chapel.
But Helen fingered to gaze . NOM
ent longer at this ancient sepulchre
standing in the gloomiest and most i'm
pressive part Of the Abbey. In the
dim light which struggled through
the high stained glass windows she
could hardly trace the figures on the
stone arches. The old latin inscrip-
lions were nearly obltterated.
All about lay the moldering stone
etfigies Of knights and warriors
some in their full suits Of armer with
their hands piously folded, others
kneeling in the supplication Of prayer.
Helen longed to stay and dream In
this atmosphere of the past,but War
ern was reckoning her. In the ad-
joining chapel the verger was standing
before a large canopied tomb.
This recumbent figure IS Thomas
Cecil, the Earl OF Exeter The lady
who lies beside him on his right is
his wife. The space on left was IN
tended for his second wife, but that
lady declined to accept the inferior
of honor"
"spunky old girl" was warren's
comment.
How dreadful" whispered Helen
Imagine any man wanting two wives
carved on his tombstone"
Well. they weren't overburdened
with delicacy in those days"
Now ladies and gentlemen" the
verger turned and addressed them,
I'VE have finished with the Royal
chapels, noting the tombs of the most
interest Those who wish to linger
here may do So"
Are you expected to tip this old
skate" asked Warren.
"Oh, of course not! Why he must
be a sort of curate-look at his robe
He'd be insulted at a tip"
Don't know about that Haven't
found anybody over here yet that you
couldn't tip
NOT UNWILLING.
Then to Helen's amazement as the
group passed out several coins were
slipped into the verger's hands, and
he received them most graciously.
Didn't seem exactly insulted, did
he?" chuckled Warren as he drew out
a shilling
DO lets stay here little longer"
begged Helen. I'd love to go back
again through HenryXITs chapel"
No you don't! I've had enough
dead kings for one day. If you've got
to see the poets corner. all right. But
that's all I'll stand for
They made their way back to the
south transept, then through to the
Poets corner
"Oh, do you know what I want to
see first, asked Helen eagerly.
That monument of Gays. You've
hoard thot
'Lifes jest I've forgotten how it
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