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to his memory in the porch of St. Margaret's Church, of which Camden has preserved the inscription, but the former has long since disappeared.

Not the least interesting monument in St. Margaret's Church is that of the gallant and magnificent Charles, Lord Howard of Effingham, to whom Elizabeth entrusted the chief defence of her kingdom at the threatened approach of the formidable Spanish Armada. He subsequently commanded the naval force at the capture of Cadiz and the burning of the Spanish fleet; and it was in his ear that Queen Elizabeth, on her death-bed, murmured the last words which ensured the succession to James the First. His monument, which is a sumptuous one, contains an effigy of the gallant admiral, and another of his

countess.

Under the high altar lie the headless remains of Sir Walter Raleigh, who was executed close by in Old Palace Yard; and, either in the same grave, or in its immediate vicinity, rests the body of James Harrington, the well-known author of the "Oceana." According to Toland, Harrington's biographer, the grave of the great political writer is "on the south side of the altar," next to that of Sir Walter Raleigh. Here also was buried, on the 10th of February, 1652, Milton's second wife, Catherine Woodcock, who died in giving birth to a daughter within a year after her mar

riage, and on whose loss the great poet composed his beautiful sonnet commencing:

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Methought I saw my late espoused saint,

Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave," etc.

One can almost imagine the figure of the blind poet as he passed up the nave of St. Margaret's; or as he stood by the side of the open grave, when the creaking of the ropes could alone have informed him that his beloved wife was being lowered into her last home.

The only other person of any note who appears to have been interred in St. Margaret's Church is the gallant cavalier, Sir Philip Warwick, the faithful attendant of Charles the First in his misfortunes, and the author of some interesting memoirs of his unfortunate master. With the exception of the monument of Lord Howard of Effingham, of a tablet erected to the memory of Caxton by the Roxburgh Club, and a painted board which records that Sir Walter Raleigh lies buried in the church, St. Margaret's contains no memorial of the restingplaces of the many remarkable persons whom we have mentioned as having been interred within its walls. Nevertheless, in the church are many old and curious monuments of persons less known to fame, and among them memorials of more than one faithful adherent of our Tudor sovereigns.

Before quitting St. Margaret's Church we must not omit to mention that it was at the altar that

the celebrated Edward Hyde, Earl of Clarendon, was married to his second wife, Frances, daughter and heir of Sir Thomas Aylesbury, Bart. With this lady as the great chancellor himself informs. us - he lived "very comfortably in the most uncomfortable times, and very joyfully in those times when matter of joy was administered, for the space of five or six and thirty years." By this wife Lord Clarendon was the father of Anne Hyde, Duchess of York, who became the mother of Mary and Anne, successively Queens of England.

One would willingly be able to point out the spot in St. Margaret's churchyard where rest the remains of the great and gallant Admiral Blake. The Parliament having voted him a public funeral, he was buried with great magnificence in Henry the Seventh's Chapel. At the Restoration, however, to the great disgrace of the government, his body was taken up and flung into a pit in St. Margaret's churchyard. At the same time were removed, and thrown into the same hole, the bodies of Oliver Cromwell's mother; of Thomas May, the translator of Lucan and the historian of the Commonwealth; and of the celebrated Doctor Dorislaus, assistant to the high court of justice I which tried Charles the First. His murdered remains had been brought from The Hague, where he was assassinated by the royalists, to be honourably interred in Westminster Abbey.

CHAPTER XI.

WESTMINSTER.

The Sanctuary - Persons Who Took Refuge There - The Gatehouse - Its History - Tothill Street - The Streets of Old Westminster-Westminster School Remarkable Persons Educated There.

THE famous sanctuary—a place of refuge for criminals apparently from the time of Edward the Confessor-stood on the ground on which the Westminster Hospital and the Guildhall now stand. The church which belonged to it, and which was in the form of a cross and of great antiquity, was pulled down about 1750, to make room for a market which was afterward held on its site. Doctor Stukely, the antiquary, who remembered its destruction, informs us that its walls were of vast strength and thickness, and that it was not without difficulty that it was demolished.

When Edward the Fourth, in 1470, was compelled to fly the kingdom at the approach of the king-maker, Warwick, with his victorious army, his beautiful queen, Elizabeth Grey, flew for refuge to the sanctuary at Westminster, and in its precincts she was delivered of her eldest son, after

ward Edward the Fifth, whose subsequent tragical fate in the Tower is so well known.

"I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,

To save at least the heir of Edward's right,
There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
Come, therefore, let us fly, while we may fly,
If Warwick take us, we are sure to die."

Thirteen years afterward, when the designs of Richard, Duke of Gloucester, against the life and authority of his young nephew were but too apparent, the queen, with her young son, the Duke of York, again flew for refuge to the sanctuary at Westminster. We all remember the beautiful passage in "Richard the Third," where the broken-hearted queen bids farewell to the Duchess of York, and hastens with her child to the only asylum which her enemies have left to her. Her eldest-born was already in the hands of the usurper:

"Ah! me, I see the ruin of my house:

The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind;
Insulting tyranny now begins to jut
Upon the innocent and aweless throne.
Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre!
I see, as in a map, the end of all.

Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary."

Anxious by all means to get the young Duke of York in his power, and enraged at his prey slipping through his hands, Richard summoned his council, and unhesitatingly proposed to take the

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