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(Grafton has it Carlisle), and his heart to In Scotland there have been several Normandy, out of his great love for the instances of the separate burial of the people thereof. Above the relic at Rouen human heart. The earliest known is that there was erected an elaborate little shrine, connected with the founding and erection which was demolished in 1738, but ex- of Newabbey, or the abbey of Dulce Cor, in actly a hundred years later the heart was the stewartry of Kirkcudbright, by Derorfound in its old place, and reinterred. It gilla, daughter of Alan the Celtic Lord of was again exhumed, however, cased in Galloway, and wife of John Baliol, of glass, and exhibited in the Musée des An- Barnard Castle, father of the unpopular tiquités of the city; but December, 1869, competitor for the Scottish crown. Baliol,
, saw it once more replaced in the cathedral, to whom she was deeply attached, died an with a leaden plate on the cover, bearing exile in France in 1269; but Derorgilla the inscription :
had his heart embalmed, and as the ScotiHic jacet cor Ricardi Regis Anglorum.
chronicon records,“ lokyt and bunden with
sylver brycht;" and this relic so sad and So there finally lies the heart of him who, grim she always carried about with her. in chivalry, was the rival of Saladin and In 1289, as death approached, when she Philip Augustus, the hero of the historian was in her eightieth year, she directed that and the novelist, and who was the idol of this silent and daily companion in life the English people for many a generation. for twenty years should be laid upon her
When this great crusader's nephew, bosom when she was buried in the abbey Richard, Earl of Cornwall, and King of she had founded;" the beautiful old church, the Romans, died, after a stirring life-dur- the secluded ruins of which now moulder ing which he formed a conspiracy against by the bank of the Nith. For five centhe king his father, then, like all the wild, turies and more, in memory of her unpious, and bankrupt lords of those days, tiring affection, the place has been named took a turn of service in the Holy Land, locally the Abbey of Sweet-heart. and next drew his sword in the battle History and song have alike made us fought at Lewes between Henry the Third familiar with the last wish of Robert Bruce, and the confederate barons-his body was the heroic King of Scotland, when, after interred at Hayles, in Gloucestershire, but two years of peace and contemplation, he his heart was deposited at Rewley Abbey, died in the north, at Cardross. He desired near Oxford, while the heart of his son, that in part fulfilment of a vow he had who died before him, and for whose tragi- made to march to Jerusalem, a purpose cal fate he died of grief, was laid in West- which the incessant war with England minster Abbey in 1271.
baffled, his heart should be laid in the Two successive holders of the see of church of the Holy Sepulchre, and on his Durham made votive offerings of their death-bed he besought his old friend and hearts to two different churches. The first faithful brother soldier, the good Sir James of these was Richard Poore, previously Douglas, to undertake that which was Dean of Salisbury, Bishop of Chichester, then a most arduous journey, and be the and then of Durham, from 1228 to 1237. bearer of the relic. "And it is my comHe was buried in the cathedral of his dio- mand,” he added, to quote Froissart, “ that cese, but his heart was sent to Tarrant, in you do use that royal state and mainteDorsetshire. A successor in the episco- nance in your journey, both for yourself and pate, Robert de Stitchell, who had formerly your companions, that into whatever lands been Prior of Finchale, dying on his way or cities you may come, all may know that home from the Council of Lyons, in 1274, ye have in charge, to bear beyond the seas, was buried in Durham, but, at his own the heart of King Robert of Scotland.” request, his heart was left behind, as a Then all who stood around his bed gift to the Benedictine convent near Arbe- began to weep, and Douglas replied: pellis, in France. At Henley, in Yorkshire, Assuredly, my liege, I do promise, by in the old burial vault of the noble family the faith which I owe to God and to the of Bolton, there lies the leaden coflin of a order of knighthood." female member of the house, who had died “Now praise be to God," said the king, in France, and been brought from thence "I shall die in peace.” embalmed, and cased in lead. On the top of It is a matter of history how Douglas the coffin is deposited her heart in a kind departed on this errand with a train
The heart of Agnes Sorel was of knights, and, choosing to land on the interred in the abbey of Jumieges. Spanish coast, heard that Alphonso of
Leon and Castile was at war with Osman, band; but it never reached either of them, the Moorish king of Granada. In the true being unfortunately lost by the bearer on spirit of the age, he could not resist the the journey. temptation of striking a blow for the Years after all these actors in the drama Christian faith, and so joined the Spaniards. of life had passed away, a gentleman of He led their van upon the plain of Theba, Gueldres, a friend of Francis, fifth Lord near the Andalusian frontier. In a silver Napier (who died in 1773), recognised, casket at his neck he bore the heart of in the collection of a Flemish virtuoso, Bruce, which rashly and repeatedly he by the coat-armorial and other engravcast before him amid the Moors, crying : ings upon it, the identical gold filigree
“ Now pass on as ye were wont, and box belonging to the Napiers of MerDouglas, as of old, will follow thee or die.” chiston. The steel case was within it; but And there he fell, together with Sir the silver urn gone.
The former William Sinclair, of Roslin, Sir Robert“ was the size and shape of an egg. It and Walter Logan, of Restalrig, and others. was opened by pressing down a little knob, Bruce's heart, instead of being taken to as is done in opening a watchcase. Inside Jerusalem, was brought home by Sir Simon was a little parcel containing all that reof Lee, and deposited in Melrose Abbey. mained of Montrose's heart, wrapped in a Douglas was laid among his kindred in piece of coarse cloth, and done over with a Liddesdale, and from thence forward “the substance like glue.” Restored by this bloody heart," surmounted by a crown, friend to the Napiers, it was presented to became the cognisance of all the Douglases Miss Hester Napier, by her father, Lord in Scotland. Bruce was interred at Dun- Francis, when his speculations in the fermline; and when his skeleton was dis- Caledonian Canal and elsewhere led him covered in 1818, the breast-bone was found to fear the sale of his patrimonial castle of to have been sawn across to permit the Merchiston, and that he would lose all, removal of the heart, in accordance with even to this relic, on which he set so much the terms of his last will.
store. Miss Napier took it with her on her But of all the treasured hearts of the marriage with Johnstone of Carnsalloch, heroic or illustrious dead, none perhaps and it accompanied her when she sailed for ever underwent so many marvellous ad- India with her husband. Off the Cape de ventures as that of James, Marquis of Verd Isles their ship was attacked by AdMontrose, who was executed by the Scot- miral de Suffrien, who was also bound for the tish Puritans in 1650.
East with five French sail of the line. In the On his body being interred among those engagement which ensued, Mrs. Johnstone, of common criminals, by the side of a road who refused to quit her husband's side on leading southward from Edinburgh, his the quarter-deck, was wounded by a splinter niece, the Lady Napier, whose castle of in the arm, while carrying in her hand a Merchiston still stands near the place, had reticule in which she had placed all her the deal box in which the trunk of the most valuable trinkets, and, among these, corpse lay (the head and limbs had been the heart of Montrose, as it was feared that sent to different towns in Scotland) opened the Indiaman would be taken by boarding in the night, and his heart," which he had Suffrien, however, was beaten off. always promised at his death to leave her, At Madura in India she had an urn made. as a mark of the affection she had ever felt like the old one to contain the heart, and towards him," was taken forth.
on it was engraved, in Tamil and Telegu, secretly embalmed and enclosed in a little a legend telling what it held. Her constant case of steel, made from the blade of that anxiety concerning its safety naturally sword which Montrose had drawn for King caused a story to be spread concerning it Charles at the battles of Auldearn, Tipper- among the Madrassees, who deemed it a muir, and Kilsythe. This case she placed powerful talisman. Thus it was stolen, in a gold filigree box that had been pre- and became the property of a chief; so the sented by the Doge of Venice to John Na- loyal heart that had beat proudly in so pier, of Merchiston, and she enclosed the many Scottish battles, hung as an amulet whole in a silver arn which had been at the neck of a Hindoo warrior. The given to her husband by the great cavalier latter, however, on hearing what it really marquis before the Civil War. She sent was, generously restored it to its owner, and this carefully guarded relic to the second it was brought to Europe by the Johnmarquis, afterwards first Duke of Mont- stones on their return in 1792. In that rose, who was then in exile with her hus- year they were in France, when an edict
of the revolutionary government required of the Forth; and a brass plate in the wall
, all persons to surrender their plate and with a detail of the catastrophe engraved ornaments for the service of the sovereign upon it, still indicates its locality to the people. Mrs. Johnstone intrusted the heart visitor. of Montrose to one of her English at- Still more recently there was supposed to tendants named Knowles, that it might be be found in the vault of the Maitlands, at St. secretly and safely conveyed to England; Mary's Church, in Haddington, an urn conbut the custodian died by the way; the relic taining the heart of the great but terrible was again lost, and heard of no more. duke, John of Lauderdale, the scourge of
In the wall of an aisle of the old ruined the Covenanters, a truculent peer, who, for church of Culross, there was found, not his services to the powers that were, was long ago, enclosed in a silver case of oval created Baron Petersham and Earl of form, chased and engraved, the heart of Guildford, and who died at Tunbridge Edward Bruce, second Lord Kinloss (an- Wells in 1682. He was buried in the cestor of the Earls of Elgin), in his day a family aisle, amid the execrations of the fiery and gallant young noble, who fought peasantry, to whom his character rendered the famous duel with a kindred spirit, Sir him odious, and his coffin on tressels was Edward Sackville, afterwards Earl of long an object of grotesque terror to the Dorset, a conflict which is detailed at such truant urchin who peeped through the length, and so quaintly, in No. 133 of the narrow slit that lighted the vault where Guardian. Bruce was the challenger, and the lords of Thirlstane lie. The heart of after a long and careful prearrangement, the unhappy king, James the Second of attended by their seconds and surgeons, England, which was taken from his body, they encountered each other, with the and interred separately in an urn, in the sword, minus their doublets, and in their church of Sainte Marie de Chaillot, near shirt-sleeves, under the walls of Antwerp, Paris, was lost at the Revolution, in 1792, in August, 1613. Sackville had a finger while the heart of his queen, Mary d'Este, hewn off, and received three thrusts in his of Modena, and that of their faithful friend body, yet he contrived to pass his rapier and adherent, Mary Gordon, daughter of twice, mortally, through the breast of his Lewis, Marquis of Huntley, and wife of Scottish antagonist, who fell on his back, James, Duke of Perth (whilom Lord dying and choking with blood.
Justice-General, and High Chancellor of “I re-demanded of him,” wrote Sir Ed- Scotland), were long kept where the ashes ward, " if he would request his life; but it of the latter still repose, in the pretty little seemed he prized it not at so dear a rate to chapel of the Scottish College, at Paris, in be beholden for it, bravely replying that the Rue des Fossés St. Victoire, one of the 'be scorned it,' which answer of his was so oldest portions of the city. noble and worthy, as I protest I could not
When the body of the Emperor Nafind in my heart to offer him any more poleon was prepared for interment at St. violence.'
Helena, in May, 1821, the heart was reAs Sackville was borne away fainting, moved by a medical officer, to be soldered he escaped, as he relates, “a great danger. up in a separate case.
Madame Bertrand, Lord Bruce's surgeon, when nobody dreamt in her grief and enthusiasm, had made of it, came full at me with his lordship's some vow, or expressed a vehement desire, sword, and had not mine, with my sword, to obtain possession of this as a precious interposed, I had been slain, although my relic, and the doctor, fearing that some Lord Bruce, weltering in his blood, and trick might be played him, and his compast all expectation of life, conformable to mission be thereby imperilled, kept it all all his former carriage, which was un- night in his own room, and under his own doubtedly noble, cried out 'Rascal, hold eye, in a wine-glass. The noise of crystal tlıy hand!"
breaking roused him, if not from sleep, at Sackville was borne to a neiglabouring least from a waking doze, and he started monastery to be cured, and died in 1652 forward, only in time to rescue the heart of of sorrow, it was alleged, for the death of the emperor from a huge brown rat, which Charles the First. Kinloss died on the was dragging it across the floor to its ground where the duel was fought, and hole.
rescued by the doctor, was buried in Antwerp; but his heart was soldered up in a silver urn,
filled with sent home to the family vault, in the old spirits, by Sergeant Abraham Millington, abbey church, which lies so pleasantly half of the St. Helena Artillery, and placed hidden
among ancient trees, by the margin | in the coffin.
During the repair of Christ's Church, at contempt for Mopetown, never buying Cork, in 1829, a human heart, in a leaden even "a yard of ribbon” in the placecase, was found imbedded among the ma- though I could not see how such a limited sonry; but to whom it had belonged, what purchase could benefit its trade-still did was its story, the piety or love its owner not disdain to turn the wretched place to wished to commemorate, no legend or in- profit, when it suited her ends. She enscription remained to tell.
joyed the intimacy of the fashionable wife In 1774, Sir Francis Dashwood, Lord of a remote bishop, who viewed Mrs. Towler Le Despenser, seems to have received the precisely as that lady viewed Mopetown, singular bequest of a human heart, as the namely, as a sort of hind or serf, whom she obituaries of that year record, that when could harness to her coach or make other" Paul Whitehead, Esq., a gentleman much wise convenient. In her turn she was subadmired by the literati for his publications, servient to that dear Lady Mountattic, who died at his apartments in Henrietta-street, combined balls and sermons, clergy and Covent Garden, among other whimsical desirable young men, with an extraordinary legacies was his heart, which, with fifty harmony. It was she who was constructpounds, bequeathed to his lordship.” ing the Swallow's Nest, a little retreat for But of all the relics on record, perhaps the the tiny sisters of the small boys “who ran most singular, if the story be true, is that about the streets," who were to be collected, related in the second volume of the me- washed, dressed in a pretty Watteau-like moirs of the Empress Josephine, published dress, shown to visitors, reared, and finally in 1829, when the Duc de Lauragnois had turned into picturesque dairy-maids. The not only the heart of his wife, to whom he Duchess of Blank had promised to take was tenderly devoted, but her entire body, four, the Countess of Asterisk two, Lady “ by some chemical process reduced to a A. one; in short, it was charming;" so sort of small stone, which was set in a ring, good, so nice, so romantic, so elegant, and that the duke always wore on his finger. so religious. The remote bishop had said After this, who will say that the eighteenth “that a blessing would be upon the work,” century was not a romantic age ?
and St. Clair, a young architect of fashion, “who had altered Rookery Towers” (which
was always quoted as though it had been a FANCY FAIR AT MOPETOWN. patent or a degree), had designed a charm
ing little Gothic structure, like a bit of a I HEAR it constantly repeated that Mope- scene in a play, the rooms in which had town* is “at the back of Godspeed,” a
the air of tiny boudoirs. The noble and slough of despond, a hundred years be- genteel ladies took the greatest delight in hind the world, with other compliments of the scheme, and pictured the most charmthe same kind. Yet is it not a pheno- ing little scenes in their dainty chambers, menon, a Mopetownian might fairly ask, “teas," flirtations-picnicing almost. that so degenerate a place should, through
Mrs. Towler, then, had started the bazaar. the medium of its Rooms, exhibit all the A number of ladies in the town—the docturns and elements of civilisation ? The tor's lady, the bank manager's lady, the very posters, if filed, would, to an anti- lady of the head of Simmons and Co.'s quarian, furnish evidence of an almost epi- Drapery Mart, who, on other occasions, curean luxury. For instance, when I last were never noticed, were glad to place visited the place a fancy fair was being themselves at the orders of the great percelebrated : a fair marvellously akin to other sonages. They were all to hold stalls. Mrs. fairs in places of infinitely more pretension. Towler herself was to have one, on a sort
It was for Mrs. Towler's "Swallow's of daïs or throne, which was, in fact, to be Nest.” A bewildering term, yet it seemed the stall; the others were mere little booths, familiar to every one. Going to do some- just to fill up, or prevent an unpleasant thing for the Nest ?” “Shall give this to sense of blankness. They were to get the Nest," " They will make a good deal money from other sources ; above all, not for the Nest,” were phrases that fluttered to sell much, as it was expected that every about one's ears like the wings of little one was to buy exclusively at the grand birds. What did it mean? It seems that lady's table. Mrs. Towler, though having a sovereign It was my lot, then, to arrive at Mope
town on the very morning of this festival • See ALL TIE Year Round, New Series, vol. vi., day. I passed by the Rooms, which I had
now come to regard quite as an old friend.
As usual, its boards reclined outside, in
more entertaining than his. their favourite sloping attitude, and pro- Jealousy has been known to reign in the claiming “Fancy Fair for the Swallow's breast even of the most holy. But step in, Nest. Under distinguished patronage”— and let us see how the ladies are getting the Bishop of Blackwall, and Mrs. Moun- on.” tain, the Lady Hautboy, Mrs. Towler, We stepped in forthwith, I not a little Rev. Arthur Duffy, &c. As I was reading puzzled by my new friend. It would be the names, a pink-faced, large-whiskered, hard to give an idea of the almost comgood-humoured clergyman stopped to read mercial air of the Mopetown Rooms. also, and said, abruptly, “My name looks “We've done wonders in the time,” said as well as any in those red capitals? That Mr. Duffy. “I was here half the night big A is like the trousers on the French with the young ladies, hammering and tinsoldiers, eh?"
kering, with an apron about me. Faith, I could not help smiling. “Oh, you are it's the only apron they'll ever let me the Reverend Arthur Duffy, then ?" wear; and for that matter I've done more
“ They tell me so. Come, sir, we'll see useful things in it than many a bishop would you in it. If you only buy a cushion, or a in his." pair of handscreens, you'll lay your head The place had quite a bustling air. The on your pillow with the reflection that doors were about to open, and the fair shopyou've fed a swallow or two for a day. keepers had scurried to their places, thinkStep in, my dear sir.”
ing that we were the first instalment of the This gentleman seemed to be what is public. There were nine “establishments," called a character. Before I could reply, four on each side, with a glorified one in he exclaimed, “I declare, the walking the centre, a sort of arbour made out of poker himself!"
pink calico and muslin, with a wreath at I saw a prim, stiff, tall, dry-looking the centre of the arch. This was the Towler clergyman coming along, with an expres- bower. The rest were exposed, as they sion of disgust on his face.
should be, being mere plebeians, under the “Well, Doctor Pitt," said the jovial naked canopy of the ceiling. A card pinned clergyman, “ you won't come in and raffle at the side of each bore the names of the for the seal-skin cloak ?”
fair venders. The Towler stall was tenant. Doctor Pitt replied: “I request, Mr. less for the nonce. Duffy, you will not address me
My friend had left me, and, I saw, was subject. You are too free, sir ; much too almost at once surrounded by a number of free."
ladies, whom in two or three "Well, it's the land of freedom, you seconds he had convulsed with laughter. I know, and as for addressing your reverence glanced leisurely round the stalls, and took on the subject
note of each seller, enthroned behind a heap “None of your buffoonery with me, sir,” of coloured paper boxes, dolls, toys, cushions, said Doctor Pitt, furiously. “Don't give antimacassars, some pieces of paper washed me these ridiculous titles. You are going over in faint tones, and complimentarily too far, Mr. Duffy, and will get yourself described as “water-colour drawings,” teainto a scrape.”
caddies, slippers, &c.-things which I do I listened, quite amazed, to this altercation not enumerate in any spirit of invidiousness between two holy men-oficially holy-a as to Mopetown, for every one, I am sure, compliment at least owing to their white will admit they have seen precisely the ties.
wares at sale-rooms in towns of Mr. Duffy laughed when Doctor Pitt had greater fashion. Behind each table was a passed on, and, with a strange confidence, matron, more or less ugly, each assisted explained the matter.
by a band of ladies-daughters, or friends' He and Pitt had taken opposite sides as daughters—with, in most cases, a businessto the bazaar. “That old stuck-up prig like looking spinster, of plain exterior, but
— whose very bowels were made of starch who, I could see, was useful, had done all and buckram-had set himself against the the hard work without recognition, and bazaar from the beginning. He had opposed who was not meant to be recognised. it, I can't say tooth and nail,” added Mr. Some Miss Smith, or Miss Jones, or Miss Dufly, “ for he is only imperfectly furnished Wilkinson, in whose instance virtue, and with those articles. It means opposing the pride of bustle and of being useful, was me. You must know, the people about here to be its own reward. These human eleare handsome enough to say that
ments I have also noticed at other bazaars.