physician who attained that honour. He collected in the neighbouring manor-house the books, medals, and objects of Natural History which, purchased after his death, became the foundation of the British Museum. The monument erected by his two daughters, "Sarah Stanley and Eliza Cadogan," is an urn entwined with serpents, under a canopy. The charity with which Sir Hans Sloane made himself "the physician of the poor" caused his funeral here to be attended by vast multitudes of his grateful patients the funeral sermon was preached by Zachary Pearce.

The interior of Chelsea Church retains more of an oldworld look than any other in London. It has never been "restored," and the monuments with which it is covered give it a wonderful amount of human interest. It is peopled with associations. The aisles are the same round which Sir Thomas More used to carry the cross at the head of the church processions, and the choir is that in which he chanted every Sunday in a surplice, and having provoked the Duke of Norfolk's remonstrance, "God's body, my Lord Chancellor, what a parish clerk !-you dishonour the king and his office," replied, "Nay your grace may not think I dishonour my prince in serving his God and mine." We may see here the ex-Chancellor on the day after he had resigned the great seal of England, who "had carried that dignity with great temper and lost it with great joy,"* breaking the news to his wife, to whose pew one of his gentlemen had been in the habit of going after mass and saying "his lordship is gone," by going up to her pew door himself and saying, "May it please your ladyship, my lord

* Burnet.

ship is gone," which she at first imagined to be one of his jests, but when he sadly affirmed it to be true, broke out with, "Tilly vally, what will you do, Mr. More, will you sit and make goslings in the ashes? it is better to rule than to be ruled."

It was here also that, on the morning of his trial at Lambeth, Sir Thomas More was confessed and received the sacrament, and "whereas ever at other times, before he parted from his wife and children, they used to bring him to his boat, and he there, kissing them, bade them farewell; he at this time suffered none of them to follow him forth of his gate, but pulled the wicket after him, and with a heavy heart, as by his countenance appeared, he took boat with his son Roper and their men."

At the west end of the church hang the tattered remains of the banners given by Queen Charlotte to her own regiment of volunteers, 1804, "at the time when the country was threatened by an inveterate enemy," and which were deposited here by them as a memorial of her most gracious favour to the inhabitants of the parish for their zeal, loyalty, and patriotism." In the clock-room is a bell given by the Hon. William Ashburnham, who, in 1679, lost his way at night and fell into the river in the dark. Not knowing where he was, he gave himself up as lost, but just then Chelsea Church clock struck nine close by. In gratitude he presented this bell to the church, inscribed, "The Honourable William Ashburnham, Esquire, cofferer to his Majestie's Household, 1679," and he left a sum of money for ringing it every evening at nine o'clock from Michaelmas to Lady Day, a custom which was observed till 1825.

At the entrance of the south aisle are a curious lectern and bookcase, containing the Bible, the Homilies, and Foxe's Book of Martyrs, huge volumes heavily bound in leather with massive clasps, chained to the desk, where they may be read. Beyond, against the south wall, resplendent in

coloured marbles, stands the gorgeous Corinthian monument of Gregory, Lord Dacre, 1594, and Anne, Lady Dacre, 1595. The tomb bears his effigy in armour and hers in a long cloak; a baby has its own tiny tomb at the side. This Lady Dacre was the foundress of "Emanuel College "Lady Dacre's Almshouses-at Westminster. Opposite is

the tomb of "that generous and wealthy gentleman, Arthur Gorges," 1668, with the epitaph

"Here sleepes and feeles no pressure of the stone,

He, that had all the Gorges soules in one.
Here the ingenious valiant Arthur lies
To be bewail'd by marble and our eyes.
By most beloved, but Love cannot retrieve
Dead friends, has power to kill not make alive.
Let him rest free from envy, as from paine,
When all the Gorges rise heele rise againe
This last retiring rome his own dothe call;
Who after death has that and Heaven has all.
Live Arthur by the spirit of thy fame,

Chelsey itself must dy before thy name."

The east end of the south aisle is the chapel built by Sir Thomas More in 1520.* It contains the monument (florid but excellent of the period) of Sir Robert Stanley, 1632, second son of William, sixth Earl of Derby. In front is his characteristic bust, and at the sides are busts of his children Ferdinando and Henrietta Maria; the little girl wears a necklace with the Eagle and Child, the badge of the Stanleys.

"To say a Stanley lies here, that alone

Were epitaph enough; noe brass, noe stone,
Noe glorious tombe, noe monumental hearse,
Noe guilded trophy, or lamp labour'd verse
Can dignifie this grave or sett it forth
Like the immortal fame of his owne worth.
Then Reader, fixe not here, but quitt this roome
And fly to Abram's bossome, there's his tombe;
There rests his soule, and for his other parts,

They are imbalm'd and lodg'd in good men's harts.
A brauer monument of stone or lyme,

Noe art can rayse, for this shall outlast tyme."

* It continued to belong to Beaufort House.

Close by, battered and worn, and robbed of half its decorations, is the deeply interesting tomb of the unhappy Jane Dudley, Duchess of Northumberland (1555), mother-in-law of Lady Jane Grey. After the brief reign of Lady Jane was over, the Duchess saw her husband and her son Lord Guildford Dudley beheaded on Tower Hill, her son John die in the Tower, and the confiscation of all her property: but she survived these calamities, and, having borne all her trials quietly with great wisdom and prudence, she lived to see the restoration of her house. Her son Ambrose was reinstated in the Earldom of Warwick, and her son Robert, the favourite of Queen Elizabeth, was created Earl of Leicester. Her will is extant and curious.

"My will is earnestly and effectually, that little solemnitie be made for me, for I had ever have a thousand-foldes my debts to be paid, and the poor to be given unto, than any pomp to be showed upon my wretched carkes: therefore to the worms will I go, as I have before written in all points, as you will answer yt before God. And if you breke any one jot of it, your wills hereafter may chance to be as well broken. After I am departed from this worlde, let me be wonde up in a sheet, and put into a coffin of woode, and so layde in the ground with such funeralls as parteyneth to the burial of a corse. I will at my years mynde have such divyne service as myne executors think fit; nor, in no wise to let me be opened after I am dead. I have not lived to be very bold afore women, much more wolde I be lothe to come into the hands of any lyving man, be he physician or surgeon."

The directions of the Duchess as to the simplicity of her funeral were utterly disregarded by her family, for with heralds and torches she was borne with the utmost magnificence through Chelsea, her waxen effigy being exposed upon her coffin, as at the royal funerals at Westminster. In the recess of the tomb are the arms of the Duchess encircled by * The Duchess bequeathed to the Duchess of Alva, lady in waiting to Queen Mary, her " green parrot, having nothing else worthy of her."