. Walks in London . Tower,and the Galleyman Tower, Near the last was the approachcalled the Iron Gate, Returning to the main entrance, we pass into the OutefWard through the Byward lower (so called from the pass-word given on entering it), having on the left the BellTower, in which Bishop Fisher and Lady Arabella Stuartwere confined. There is a similar Bell Tower atWindsor, there almost the only remnant of the ancientcastle. We should examine the Traitors Gate as we pass walls, both at the sides and in front towards the river,are perforated with little passages, with loopholes from THE
. Walks in London . Tower,and the Galleyman Tower, Near the last was the approachcalled the Iron Gate, Returning to the main entrance, we pass into the OutefWard through the Byward lower (so called from the pass-word given on entering it), having on the left the BellTower, in which Bishop Fisher and Lady Arabella Stuartwere confined. There is a similar Bell Tower atWindsor, there almost the only remnant of the ancientcastle. We should examine the Traitors Gate as we pass walls, both at the sides and in front towards the river,are perforated with little passages, with loopholes from THE TRATTORS GATE, 381 which the Lieutenant of the Tower could watch, unseen,the arrival of the prisoners. We may linger a moment atthe top of its steps also, to recollect that it was here that asSir Thomas More was being led back to prison, after hiscondemnation, with the fatal sign of the reversed axe carriedbefore him, his devoted daughter Margaret, who had beenwatching unrecognised amid the crowd, burst through the. Traitors Gate. guards and flinging herself .upon his neck, besought hisblessing. * The blushing maidWho through the streets as through a desert strayd,And when her dear, dear father passed along,Would not be held ; but bursting through the throng,Halberd and axe, kissed him oer and oer,Then turned and wept, then sought him as before,Believing she should see his face no more. Rogers^ Human Life, 382 WALKS IN LONDON, Margaret was forced away from her father, but a second timebroke away and threw her arms round his neck, with suchpiteous cries of Oh my father, my father ! that the veryguards were melted into tears, while he, remitting nothingof his steady gravity, gave her his solemn blessing andbesought her to resign herself to Gods blessed pleasure,and to bear her loss with patience. s^?pjk,*i::
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