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wallis tolled again here yester-
day morning. It sounded while
the Queen Mother of England
knelt in silent prayer in the
pew of the man who defeated
the British forces - Gen.
George Washington.
The bright fall Virginia
sunshine shone through the
crown glass windows Of Bru-
ton Parish Church and fell on
the heads of kneeling parish
toner's. Outside in the wide
gracious Duke Of Gloucester
street was the crowd that had
just cheered her majesty. But
inside no sound was heard
during the moments prayer
for Veterans Day except the
tolling of the bell.
The Queen had turned down
the offer to sit in the large,
important square pew in the
front once reserved for the.
Royal Governors of Virginia.
When the Rev. Francis Craig
hill, rector of the old church
that was first built in 1853,
asked her majesty if she
would like to occupy that pew
for her prayer, her answer
was, where did Gen. Wash
ington sit?" The rector indi-.
Gated the first of the regular
pews on the right. Il would
like to sit there" was her firm
reply. Winthrop Rockefeller
and the rector knelt beside
her.
The royal visitor later re-
marked that the atmosphere
of the church was perfect for
her Armistice Day prayer.
When one is In place like
that, she said, time doesn't
seem important.
While on the quiet tour OF
the church, she saw the Bible
presented to Bruton Parish in
1907 by King Edward VII to
commemorate the Booth ami
versary Of English church and
civilization in this country.
She was also shown a prayer
book in which George Ills
name had been scratched out
and the President of the United
States written in. Mr.. Craig
hill told her however that they
had two prayer books in which
the Presidents name had been
scatched out and the Gov
ernor of Virginia written in.
This drew the royal laughter.
Mr.. Craighill forgot to tell
her, he said, that the assistant
rector, the Rev. Herbert Tuck
er, was her fifth cousin.
Rides in Phoeton
Her majesty rode to the
church in a blue phaeton
drawn by two beautiful bays.
Dixie and Prince, and manned
by coachmen and footmen in
maroon 18th century coats,
knee breeches and tri-corn
hats. She wore her favorite
gray blue again. wool coat over
matching taffeta dress with q
hat Of an ostrich blue feather
shaped into a toque. Mr..
Rockefeller, Mr.. Kenneth
Chorley, president Of Colonial
Williamsburg. and her lady in
waiting. Mrs. John Mulholland,
rode with her.
It was q bonnie sight on q
clear fall day. Behind them
came another phaeton carry
ing Sir Roger and Lady
Maxine, MRS. Chorley and Sir
William Elliot. Then q small
bright green coach In which
Mr.. and Mrs. John Carter, Mr..
Peter Marshall and Mr..
Charles Campbell rode.
They said that all three ve-
hicles offered a smooth ride
where in London when the
royal family has to ride in the
royal coaches they are obliged
to take drar11amine first 10
keep from getting seasick.
Horses Give Concern
The high bred horses pulling
the phaetons and coach all
ways give the officials here
some concern. Two once
reared up while carrying Gen.
Dwight D. Eisenhower and
Prime Minister Winston
Churchill. Yesterday when
leaving the Governors Palace
the coach horses acted up q
bit and just when Mr.. and Mrs.
Carter and Mr.. Campbell were;
wondering how to get out, they
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