. The New England magazine. fell sud-denly in the heightof his power by anunknown hand inthe thickest depths of the forest;and there is the death of theking who, fallen from his power,was brought forth to die by the strokeof the headsman, before the windowsof his own palace, in the sight of hispeople and of the sun. When theking, forsaken by his nobles and com-panions, lay dead in the forest, therewere none, save a few churls, charcoal WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 47 burners, whomRums had de-spised, to lay body ona rude cart, tocover it withcoarse cloths andtake it, dripping-blood as it
. The New England magazine. fell sud-denly in the heightof his power by anunknown hand inthe thickest depths of the forest;and there is the death of theking who, fallen from his power,was brought forth to die by the strokeof the headsman, before the windowsof his own palace, in the sight of hispeople and of the sun. When theking, forsaken by his nobles and com-panions, lay dead in the forest, therewere none, save a few churls, charcoal WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 47 burners, whomRums had de-spised, to lay body ona rude cart, tocover it withcoarse cloths andtake it, dripping-blood as it went,to the gates ofWinchester. Hewho has so dearlyloved the sport ofthe wood s,writes one, washimself borne from the woods to the city likea savage boar pierced by the hunting-spear. His wicked life, his awfuldeath, made men feel that to him therites of a Christian burial would beof no avail. A great crowd of allorders, ranks and sexes met the hum-ble funeral procession at the west doorof the Old Minster and followed the.
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