Shakespeare's England . m-bers. The astute Morton, vv^lien Bosworth wasover and Richmond had assumed the crownand Bouichier liad died, was made Arch-bishop of Canterbury; and as such, at agreat age, he passed away. A few hundredyards from his place of rest, in a vault be-neath the Church of St. Dunstan, is the headof Sir Thomas More (the body being in , at the Tower of London), who inhis youth had been a member of Mortonsecclesiastical household, and whose great-ness that prelate had foreseen and prophe-sied. Did no shadow of the scaffold everfall across the statesmans thouglits, as h
Shakespeare's England . m-bers. The astute Morton, vv^lien Bosworth wasover and Richmond had assumed the crownand Bouichier liad died, was made Arch-bishop of Canterbury; and as such, at agreat age, he passed away. A few hundredyards from his place of rest, in a vault be-neath the Church of St. Dunstan, is the headof Sir Thomas More (the body being in , at the Tower of London), who inhis youth had been a member of Mortonsecclesiastical household, and whose great-ness that prelate had foreseen and prophe-sied. Did no shadow of the scaffold everfall across the statesmans thouglits, as helooked upon that handsome, manly boy,and thought of the troublous times thatwere raging about them? Morton, agedninety, died in 1500 ; More, aged fifty-five,in 1535. Strange fate, indeed, was that,and as inscrutable as mournful, which gaveto those who in life had been like father andson such a ghastly association in death! ^ J St. Dunstans church was connected with theConvent of St. Gregory. The Roper family, in the r%. A GUMlSE OF CAXTKKBUUY. 245 They show you the place where Becketwas murdered, and the stone steps, wornhollow by the thousands upon thousandsof devout pili,n-inis who, in the days beforethe Reformation, crept up to weep andpray at the costly, resplendent shrine ofSt. Thomas. The bones of Becket, as allthe world knows, were, by command ofHenry the Ilighth, biu-nt, and scattered tothe winds, while his shruie was pillagedand destroyed. Neither tomb nor scutcheoncommemorates him here, — but the cathe-dral itself is his monument. There it stands,with its grand columns and glorious arches,its towers of enormous size and its longvistas of distance so mysterious and awful,its gloomy ciypt where once the silverlamps sparkled and the smoking censerswere swung, its tombs of mighty warriors time of Henry the Fourth, founded a chapel in it, inwhich are two marble tombs, commemorative ofthem, and underneath which is their burial Roper, Sir Thomas Mores daugh
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