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distinction in this mansion of shadowy honours —the melancholy reward of a monument.
9. Two small aisles on each side of this chapel present a touching instance of the equality of the grave; which brings down the oppressor to a level with the oppressed, and mingles the dust of the bitterest enemies together. In one is the sepulchre of the haughty Elizabeth ; in the other is that of her victim, the lovely and unfortunate Mary.
10. A peculiar melancholy reigns over the aisle where Mary lies buried.
The light struggles dimly through windows darkened by dust. The greater part of the place is in deep shadow, and the walls are stained and tinted by time and weather. A marble figure of Mary is stretched upon the tomb, round which is an iron railing, much corroded, bearing her national emblem—the thistle. I was weary with wandering, and sat down to rest myself by the monument, revolving in my mind the checkered and disastrous story of poor Mary.
11. The sound of casual footsteps had ceased from the abbey. I could only hear, now and then, the distant voice of the priest repeating the evening service, and the faint responses of the choir; these paused for a time, and all was hushed. The stillness, the desertion and obscurity that were gradually prevailing around, gave a deeper and more solemn interest to the place :
“For in the silent grave no conversation,
Dust, and an endless darkness." 12. Suddenly the notes of the deep-labouring organ burst upon the ear, falling with doubled and redoubled intensity, and rolling, as it were, huge billows of sound. How well do their volume and grandeur accord with this mighty building! With what pomp do they swell through its vast vaults, and breathe their awful harmony through these caves of death, and make the silent sepulchre vocal !
13. And now they rise in triumphant acclamation,' heaving higher and higher their accordanto notes, and piling sound on sound. —And now they pause, and the soft voices of the choir break out into sweet gushes of melody; they soar aloft, and warble along the roof, and seem to play about these lofty vaults like the pure airs of heaven.
14. Again the pealing organ heaves its thrilling thunders, compressing air into music, and rolling it forth upon the soul. What longdrawn cadences! What solemn sweeping concords! It grows more and more dense and powerful-it fills the vast pile, and seems to jar the very walls—the ear is stunned—the senses are overwhelmed. And now it is winding up in full jubilee—it is rising from the earth to heaven—the very soul seems rapt away and floated upwards on this swelling tide of harmony !
NOTES ON A VISIT TO WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
1 Gradually, by degrees.
King Henry VII., and is a most
5 Mausoleum, a beautiful tomb or
monument. 6 Oblivion, being forgotten. 7 Intrigues, private party
A MAIDEN gentle, yet, at duty's call,
nor paused, When, as day broke, the Maid, through misty
air, Espies far off a Wreck,' amid the surf, Beating on one of those disastrous isles ;Half of a Vessel, half-no more; the rest Had vanished," swallowed up with all that there Had for the common safety striven in vain, Or thither thronged for refuge. With quick
glance Daughter and Sire through optic-glass discern, 15 Clinging about the remnant of this Ship, Creatures—how precious in the Maiden's sight!
For whom, belike, the old man grieves still
Than for their fellow-sufferers engulfed
And hope and fear mix not in further strife. “But courage, Father ! let us out to seaA ferv may yet be saved.” The Daughter's
words, Her earnest tone, and look beaming with faith, Dispel the Father's doubts : por do they lack 25 The noble-minded Mother's helping hand To launch the boat ; and with her blessing
cheered, And inwardly sustained' by silent prayer, Together they put forth, Father and Child ! Each grasps an oar, and struggling on they go— 30 Rivals in effort; and, alike intent Here to elude and there surmount, they watch The billows lengthening, mutually crossed And shattered, and re-gathering their might; As if the tumult, by the Almighty's will, Were, in the conscious sea, roused and prolonged, That woman's fortitude-so tried, so provedMay brighten more and more!
True to the mark, They stem the current of that perilous gorge, 40 Their arms still strengthening with the strength
ening heart, Though danger, as the Wreck is neared, beMoreimminent. 8 - Notunseen do they approach; And rapture, with varieties of fear Incessantly conflicting, thrills the frames Of those who, in that dauntless energy, Foretaste deliverance. But the least perturbed 0