was only natural he should desire to tell it in a straightforward way; and truly there was so much to excite the strongest interest in the past, and so much to admire in the present state of that noble cathedral, that, satisfied we should come in due time to the small chapel in the south transept where the dust of Izaak Walton mingles with that of the hierarchy of England, we suffered ourselves to be conducted,' and revelled amidst the antiquities.

of Winchester. The very want of uniformity in this noble pile increases its interest. This out of keeping' is accounted for by its having been above four centuries in building, from the Conquest to the Reformation; and certainly nowhere can the antiquary enjoy a richer treat, while the architect may find innumerable studies within these walls. The rise, progress, and perfection of the Gothic style, every stage of that interesting species of building, and every ornament made use of in it, can be found in some part

or other of Winchester Cathedral. The great porch has suffered fearful desecration. There is no reason in so rich a country as England why the restoration of every thing beautiful should not be in a system.

The nave is magnificent, and the eastern window pours into it a flood of many-tinted light, which produces some of the finest effects we ever remember to have seen. The arms of Cardinal Beaufort, the tomb and chantry of William of Wykham, that mighty prelate who deserved the eulogium that for once tells truth, Unbounded in his Hospitality,' a 'sage Politician and Counsellor of State,' the founder of colleges, the first at Oxford, the second at Winchester,' a 'Princely Prelate' in every sense of the word. It is something to remember having stood beside his tomb, and the mutilated one of his predecessor Edgington, graved with the command You who pass by his tomb remember him in your prayers,' is a type of the times. Then in another chapel on the tomb of William De Basing, 'who was formerly prior of this church,' is displayed one of the strong features of Romanism, for the inscription adds that whosoever shall pray for his soul 'shall obtain three years and fifty days indulgence.' The tomb of Cardinal Beaufort led us to doubt the testimony of Shakspeare, for if the likeness be correct there is something far too saintly in the expression of the face to lead to the belief that he could die and make no sign.' The chantry of Cardinal Beaufort is perhaps the most beautiful one in England -the fanwork of the ceiling, the canopies, with their studded pendants, the crocketed pinnacles. The tomb itself is of grey marble, upon which the figure in coloured alabaster reposes, cloak and hat, and ten knotted tapers. But to us the most interesting, the most suggestive contents of this noble cathedral, are six mortuary chests containing the 'dust and ashes' of many royal and noble Christians, of those who were first to 'come out of darkness into light.' These chests are placed on the top of the stone partitions on each side of the sanctuary, which were erected by Bishop Fox in 1525. Within these chests are mingled the dust of Egbert and Kenulph, of the Danish Canute, and his lovely queen Emma the fair maid of Normandy, of the tyrant Rufus, of the first Christian king of the West Saxons, and of Edmund who swayed the royal sceptre while his father Alfred still lived.

It was impossible not to repeople this magnificent building with its creators, to recall the sovereigns, and pontiffs, and priests, arrayed in all the pomp

and glory of ecclesiastical splendour, the lights, the perfumes, the processions, the 'pealing anthems,' the solemn chaunts, the passing and repassing of the richly-robed priests, the swaying too and fro of the multitudinous worshippers, the royal processions, the scenes and ceremonies when knights from the Holy Land knelt at some favourite shrine, and laid their banners, their jewels, and their gold, at the door of the sanctuary.

But we must seek the grave of our gentle angler, and now that we have done ample justice, rendered sufficient homage to the grandeur and majesty of the sacred pile, the verger is well pleased to take us there.

Izaak Walton is buried in a small enclosed chapel in the south transept of the cathedral, named after the Prior Silkstede, who did so much in past times to decorate and renovate the sacred pile. The chapel is enclosed with richly-carved screens, above which appear the clustered massive columns of the Norman capitals; and arches of the roof. The chapel contains some presses, which hold the surplices of the singing-boys who use the enclosure as a vestry. It is altogether a quiet little nook; by no means out of character as a resting-place for the aged angler; and here beneath a large black marble slap, he sleeps; this inscription covering the surface:

HERE RESTETH THE BODY OF

MR. IZAAK WALTON,

WHO DYED THE 15TH OF DECEMBER,
1683.

Alas! he's gone before,
Gone to return no more;

Our panting breasts aspire

After their aged sire,

Whose well-spent life did last
Full ninety years and past;

But now he hath begun

That which will ne'er be done,
Crown'd with eternal bliss,
We wish our souls with his.

VOTIS MODESTIS SIC FLERUNT LIBERI.

THE GRAVE OF WILLIAM PENN.

DISTINGUISHED American observed to us, not long ago, that of all lawgivers, there are none whose names shine so brightly on the page of history as do those of GEORGE WASHINGTON and WILLIAM PENN,' both of whom he claimed for his country. The former was, indeed, truly a great man; perhaps of all Patriots who ever lived he is the one most without spot or blemish '-pure, faithful,

unselfish, devoted: yet, all things considered, it may be that William Penn is entitled to even higher admiration: the one, nurtured in liberty, became its high priest; the other, cradled in luxury, lived to endure a long and fierce struggle with oppression; and yet, amid sore temptations and seductive flatteries, he passed with the innate consciousness of genius, and a human desire of approbation, conquering not only others but himself, and finally doing justice among the Red-men' of a new country whom all his predecessors had sought to pillage and destroy. The sense of RIGHT must indeed have been of surpassing strength in the nature of William Penn. In an age fertile of slander against every act of virtue, and of calumny as regarded all good men, the marvel is, how his reputation has descended to us so unscathed; living, as he did, with those who make us blush for England, and often in contact with the low-minded and the false, who were ever on the watch to do him wrong, still the evil imputed to him is little, if it be any, more than tradition; while his goodness is to this day as a

beacon, casting its clear light over the waves of the Atlantic, and his name a watchword of honour, and a synonyme for probity and philanthropy.

It is a joy and a comfort to turn over the pages of this great man's life; to view him as a statesman, acting upon Christian principles in direct opposition to the ordinary policy of the world; and it was to us a source of high enjoyments to reflect upon his eventful career, while spending, during the past summer, some sunny days wandering amid scenes in Buckinghamshire, in places which bear his honoured name. In Penn Wood there are trees yet in the vigour of a green old age, beneath the shadow of which the peaceful lawgiver of Pennsylvania might have pondered on the true and rational liberty he would have gladly died to establish.*

There is one spot-the most hallowed of them all-of which we shall write presently: a simple, quiet, resting-place, for those who have gone to sleep in peace; but, ere we pause at this Shrine, we must recall the lawgiver, amid the billows of life, buffeting the waves which in the end floated him into a haven of rest.

The family of William Penn were of Buckinghamshire, and from them sprang the Penns of Penn's Lodge, on the edge of Bradon Forest; from the Penns of Penn's Lodge our William Penn came in direct descent. His father was, by profession, far other than a man of peace. He was one of England's rough bulwarks, braving

"The battle and the breeze;'

obtained professional distinction while almost a boy; commanded (in 1665) the fleet which Cromwell sent against Hispaniola; and, after the Restoration, behaved so gallantly in a sea-fight against the Dutch, that he was knighted, and received,' runs the chronicle, with all the marks of private friendship at court.' Charles II.'s 'private' friendship could have been of small value to Admiral Penn; indeed, he seemed to have cared little which was in the ascendant-King or Commonwealth; but his sailornature did care for the glory of England, and he improved her navy in several important departments. Admiral Sir William Penn married

* Further traces of this family are to be found in Penlands, Penn-street, Penhouse, all in the same county. The name given in after years to the American colony-Pennsylvania -is but a remembrance of the locality.