But the fact that the More Chapel continued to be the family pew pertaining to Beaufort House suggests that the Northumberland tomb was originally in a far more conspicuous position, and was presently pushed aside to make way for territorial claims. Sir Arthur and Lady Gorges were at Beaufort House in 1620. He is Spenser’s “Alcyon,” and the poet’s _Daphnaida_ was an elegy on Lady Gorges’ death. The younger Arthur, grandson of this pair of Spenser’s friends, is He who had all the Gorges’ soules in one. His epitaph is worth spelling out, though it is rather a back-breaking business, and it is noteworthy that his wife, who perhaps was much older than himself, and was certainly very much married, prepared the inscriptions, but omitted to leave orders for the insertion of her own death-date, which, after considerable preamble, is left out altogether. Under the east window lies the splendidly ornate monument of the Stanleys. Sir Robert, whose medallion portrait is supported by the figures of Justice and Fortitude, married a daughter of Sir Arthur Gorges. The children, Ferdinand and Henrietta, are dear little people in stiff Stuart dresses. Their epitaph beginning, The Eagle death, greedy of such sweete prey, With nimble eyes marked where these children lay— refers to the Stanley family legend of “The Bird and the Baby,” of which two children-ancestors were the heroes. An eagle hovers over the tomb. The helmet hanging incongruously in mid-air has the Dacre crest, and is not in its proper place here; a helmet exhibited in church often implies that the wearer fought in the Crusades, but this probably is part of the heraldic ornament of the great Dacre memorial in the nave. The inscription to Sir Robert Stanley is really beautiful in the stately wording and measured metre of the seventeenth century, and is worth quoting entire: To say a Stanley lies here, that alone Were epitaph enough; noe brass, nor stone, No glorious Tomb, nor Monumental Hearse, Noe gilded trophy, nor Lamp-laboured Verse Can dignify this grave, nor sett it forth, Like the immortal fame of his owne Worth. So, Reader, fixe not here, but quit this Room And fly to Abram’s bosom—there’s his tombe, There rests his Soule, and for his other parts They are embalmed and shrined in good men’s hearts— A nobler Monument of Stone or Lime Noe Art could raise, for this shall outlast Tyme! “Lamp-laboured verse” is first-rate. We cannot leave the More Chapel without referring to the controversy, dear to the antiquarian papers, as to whether the Chancellor’s body were ever brought from Tower Hill after the fatal July 6, 1535, to be interred in the church he loved. All tradition and probability point to this belief; though his head, exposed on London Bridge, and rescued by his devoted daughter Margaret Roper, was consigned by her to the keeping of St. Dunstan’s Church, Canterbury. Now for another of Mr. Davies’ anecdotes of the Old Church.