scenes and memorials of those whose bodies are slumbering beneath the marble floor. The organ gives forth an exquisite tone. The Gothic pillars, carved ceilings, roof tracery, high pulpit and protruding galleries give it an antique air. But the tombs and monuments are the chief attraction, and to them we instinctively turn. These are generally found in the side chapels and re

cesses.

I was particularly struck with the white marble monument erected to the memory of the Duchess of Gloucester, in 1859, by Queen Victoria, her niece. The four basreliefs designed by the Queen herself, symbolize the four special virtues enjoined upon the Christian: "Clothing the Naked," "Feeding the Hungry," "Receiving the Stranger," "Visiting the Sick," which marked the character of the Duchess. They impressed upon my mind more deeply than eloquent sermon or pompous ceremonial, the oft-neglected practical duties of the professed Christian. I could but feel that the Queen, by designing and giving prominence through the artist's skill to these duties as exemplified in the life of her aunt, intended to rebuke the substitution of form and ceremony for work, as is done by too many of her own church. It also seems as if she wished to give emphasis to that element peculiar to the liberal faith, which makes righteousness to consist not in mere profession, but in active deeds. "He that doeth righteousness, is righteous." Whatever her motive, these beautiful symbols carved in marble, will for ages preach more impressively than tongue or pen, the rich lessons of Jesus.

The next monument in interest, indeed the most beautiful in the world perhaps, save that of Queen Louisa, wife of Frederic William IV., in Charlottenburg, near Berlin, is that of Princess Charlotte, daughter of the Prince of Wales, afterwards King George IV, and wife of Prince Leopold, late King of Belgium. Her sudden death and that of her infant son, who was heir to the throne of England, at Claremont, near Windsor, in 1816, caused deep and universal sorrow throughout the kingdom. She lived a sad life until her marriage, when, emancipated from the heartless

bondage of her parents and the tyranny of her domestics, she really entered upon the true enjoyment of life. But death destroyed the hopes of a sympathizing kingdom. She not only stood high in rank, but higher in the Christian virtues, and a mourning and grateful nation erected this splendid monument to her memory. The monument is of white marble, and attests the skill of the artist, Matthew Wyatt. The vault is found in Urswick Chapel at the eastern end of the building. The cenotaph consists of two parts, the front or lower one representing mortality, and the higher one back of the former, representing the resurrection to life and glory. The body of the Princess is carved above the sarcophagus, covered with a white robe, her right hand falling gently over the edge of the sarcophagus. It is so finely executed that the outlines of her figure and even her countenance are admirably preserved. At each of the four corners, a female figure with head covered has fallen upon her face in passionate grief. In the background the Princess is represented as ascending in joyous aspect, from the tomb, between two winged angels, one of them supporting her child. A canopy of carved gilt work encircles it above, on which are intertwined the arms of England and Saxe-Coburg, to which Leopold belonged. On the window back of the monument six of the apostles are painted, and a rich purple and orange light streams down through the invisible side windows, upon the rising figures, giving them a most beautiful celestial glow, and presenting to the spectator a strange contrast with the dim and shadowy figures in front. It gives him a vivid idea of the difference between the earthy and the heavenly, and unfolds to his enraptured vision the glories of immortality. It is certainly a very impressive monument, and the visitor would study it in its finely executed details for hours with increasing interest. But the gruff old porter whose coarse demeanor proves that he cannot appreciate such artistic work, hurries us along before we have half satisfied the aesthetic and religious feelings inspired by this work.

Many of the monuments seem to have been set up here to commemorate individuals distinguished for their charitable

"Blessed are they that sleep in the Lord," The Queen often comes here unattended and alone, and for hours gives herself up to the meditations inspired by the associations of this, to her, holy place.

Going down through the magnificent gateway of George the Fourth, we enter into the avenue lined by a double row of elms, called "the Long Walk." It extends three miles to the south and forms a delightful walk or drive-way. At the south end is the celebrated bronze statue of George III. on horseback. It is larger than life, and rests on a lofty pedestal of rough granite blocks.

All this region is historic ground. Magna Charta island, three and a half miles below Windsor Castle, or a short distance below Old Windsor, in the river Thames, is the spot where the English nobles, on the fifteenth of June, A. D. 1215, compelled King John to sign the great Charter which restored and confirmed to them their political liberties. A large building has been erected on the island to commemorate this event, which is a great place of resort for picnics and parties seeking pleasure and quiet. A yew tree, thirty-two and a half feet in circumference, stands here, under which, tradition has it, Henry VIII. offered himself to the gay, but ill-fated Anne Boleyn, and was accepted. The table on which the Charta was signed is still preserved. The original parchment is in the Cattonian library of the British Museum in London, nearly faded out and many of the words illegible. Runnymede or the Council Field, is a strip of land two miles in length, lying on the south side of the Thames.

To all lovers of learning, Eton, the seat of the College, is an interesting spot. The College buildings are situated directly opposite Windsor Castle, on the north side of the Thames. It is a lovely spot, shaded by large trees and laid out with taste. lt was founded by King Henry VI. in 1440, and has prospered beyond most institutions of the kind. Some of the greatest of England's sovereigns, statesmen, divines, and poets, received their training here, including Boyle, Walpole, Pitt, Fox, Canning, Hallam, Wellington, the poet Grey, and

Wellesley. The Chapel is a beautiful Gothic structure, with seventeen painted windows illustrating the principal events in Bible history, commencing with Adam in Paradise and ending with our Saviour. In the centre of the ante-room is a marble statue of Henry VI. the royal founder, in his full robes of State and the royal diadem on his head. Several tablets commemorate distinguished persons who were educated here. I visited the grounds during vacation and did not have an opportunity to take a look at the students, but I fell in with one of the Professors who kindly showed me the Chapel, the recitation rooms, and the grounds. It is difficult for a stranger to gain admission to the recitations, but he assured me that if I would return the next term I should have an opportunity to visit them. But other objects took up my time then and other lands were offering their attractions to me. There are some eight hundred students connected with the college, and the advantages are great. The extensive play-grounds along the bank of the Thames, surrounded by huge trees, offer great inducements for physical exercise. On inquiry I learned that the expenses of the students here are greater than at our American Colleges. This is a feeder to King William's College, Cambridge University.

From Eton we go north two miles to Slough, where is the house occupied by Herschel, the great astronomer, in which he made his valuable discoveries with his forty feet telescope. Again, two miles farther, at Stake Pages, is the rural church in whose quiet cemetery lies the body of Gray the poet, who died here in 1771. Here he is supposed to have composed his immortal Elegy, "written," as he says, "in a country church-yard," the best of its kind in any language. "Yonder ivy-mantled tower" still remains, one of the oldest in this part of England, and still

"Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree's shade,

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep."

I could not forget that amid these scenes those beautiful stanzas, so oft quoted, were inspired:

66 "Full many a gem of purest ray serene,

The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest,

Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood." Gray lived a sad and hopeless life, and his poems are tinged with the sadness that lay as a sediment at the bottom of his heart. How pathetically he pours out his sorrow over the grave of his mother: "In this tomb sleep the remains of Dorothy Gray, widow, the careful, tender mother of many children, one of whom alone had the misfortune to survive her!" As Burns wrote from the depths of his sorrowful soul "Man was made to mourn," so Gray wrote his "Hymn to Adversity " and implored the "Daughter of Jove, relentless Power,"

"O gently on thy suppliant's head

Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening rod!" In the village of Stake our great William Penn, of peaceful fame, resided before coming to America, and one of his descendants, in 1799, erected a monument to the memory of "the great lyric and elegiac poet," in an adjoining park, in view of Windsor Castle and Eton College. Thus are forever associated the names of Penn and Gray.

"Cooper's Hill," is an elevation of several

hundred feet overlooking the plain of Runnymede and forms the subject of Denham's best poem. Chertsey, nine miles to the south-east of the Castle, on the Thames, is one of the old towns occupied by the Britons before the Anglo-Saxon invasion. Here, till far into the present century,

"The curfew tolled the knell of parting day,"

and the number of the strokes of the bell indicated the day of the month. Here lived the poet Cowley, whose poems bear witness to the zest with which he enjoyed this secluded, but beautiful region. Beneath the window of the room in which he died in 1667, is a memorial tablet on which is inscribed, "Here the last accents flowed from Cowley's tongue."

Thus we see that all this region is filled with objects of historic or literary interest. But the shadows are lengthening which remind us that we must return to our lodgings in London. If we please we can return along the south banks of the Thames, and as the train goes whizzing by we can catch a glimpse of Twickenham, where Pope lived, Hampton Court, with its elegant royal palace, Richmond, with its historic "Star and Garter" Hotel, Kew Garden with its flowers and pagoda, Putney Heath and Wimbledon, and finally we enter Waterloo Station. J. S. Lee.

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