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the earliest example of the interment of sovereigns, not only within the walls of a city, but within a sacred building, when he and his successors were laid in the Church of the Apostles at Constantinople. This precedent was from that time followed both in East and West, and every European nation has now its royal consecrated cemetery..
But there are two peculiarities in Westminster which are hardly found elsewhere. The first is that it unites the Coronations with the Burials. The nearest approach to this is in Poland and Russia. In the Cathedral of Cracow, by the shrine of St. Stanislaus—the Becket of the Sclavonic races -the Kings of Poland were crowned and buried, from the thirteenth century to the dissolution of the kingdom. In the Kremlin 3 at Moscow stand side by side the three cathedrals of the Assumption, of the Annunciation, and of the Archangel. In the first the Czars are crowned; in the second they are married, and in the third, till the accession of Peter, they were buried. Only three royal marriages have taken place in the Abbey—those of Henry III., of Richard II., and of Henry VII. But its first coronation, as we have seen, sprang out of its first royal grave. Its subsequent burials are the result of both. So Waller finely sang :
That antique pile behold,
So Jeremy Taylor 5 preached :
Where our kings are crowned, their ancestors lie interred, and they must walk over their grandsire's head to take his crown. There is an acre sown with royal seed, the copy of the greatest change, from rich to naked, from ceiled roofs to arched coffins, from living like gods to die like men. ... There the warlike and the peaceful, the fortunate and the miserable, the beloved and the despised princes mingle their dust, and pay down their symbol of mortality, and tell all the world that, when we die, our ashes shall be equal to kings, and our accounts easier, and our pains for our crimes shall be less.
So, before Waller and Jeremy Taylor, had spoken Francis Beaumont : 6
Mortality, behold and fear !
The royal sepultures of Westminster were also remarkable from their connexion not only with the coronation, but with the residence of the English Princes. The burial-places which, in this respect,
. the Abbey most resembles, were those of the Kings of Spain and the Kings of Scotland. "In the Escurial," where the Spanish princes live in greatness and power, and decree war or peace, they have wisely placed a cemetery, where their ashes and their glory shall sleep till time shall be no more.” The like may be said of Dumfermline and of Holyrood, where the sepulchral Abbey and the Royal Palace are as contiguous as at Westminster. There has, however, been a constant tendency to separate the two. The Escurial is now almost as desolate as the stony wilderness of which it forms a part. The vault of the House of Hapsburg, in the Capuchin Church at Vienna, is far removed from the Imperial Palace. The royal race of Savoy rests on the steep heights of St. Michael and of the Superga. The early kings of Ireland reposed in the now-deserted mounds of Clonmacnoise, by the lonely windings of the Shannon, as the early kings of Scotland on the distant and sea-girt rock of Iona. The kings of France not only were not crowned at St. Denys, but they never lived there --never came there. The town was a city of convents. Louis XIV. chose Versailles for his residence, because from the terrace of St. Germains he could still see the hated towers of the Abbey where he would be laid. But the kings of England never seemed to have feared the sight of death. The Anglo-Saxon kings had for the most part been buried at Winchester, where they were crowned,
and where they lived. The English kings, as soon as they became truly English, were crowned, and lived, and died, for many generations, at Westminster; and, even since they have been interred elsewhere, it is still under the shadow of their grandest royal residence, in St. George's Chapel, or in the precincts of Windsor Castle. Their graves, like their thrones, were in the midst of their own life and of the life of their people.
A. P. Stanley.
THE SONG OF CALLICLES.1
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
In the moonlight the shepherds,
-What forms are these coming
What sweet-breathing presence
'Tis Apollo comes leading
They are lost in the hollows !
They bathe on this mountain,
-Whose praise do they mention?