Gardens -- England -- London; London (England) -- Description and travel; Parks -- England -- London
Queen Mary was born at Greenwich, and there she was betrothed to
the Dauphin of France. She resided here much during her short and
troublous reign; and perhaps her fondness for this Palace came from the
association of her early youth, when she was the centre of attraction.
Greenwich cannot always have been pleasant for the Princess Mary, for
here came Anne Boleyn. From Greenwich she was escorted in state to
London by the Lord Mayor, who was summoned by the King to fetch her,
and from Greenwich she was taken up the river, her last melancholy
journey to the Tower. The oak under which Henry VIII. is said to have
danced with her is still standing. It is a huge, old, hollow stem,
though quite dead, kept upright by the ivy. The trunk has a hole 6 feet
in diameter, and it is known as Queen Elizabeth’s Oak, as tradition
also says she took refreshments inside it. It was fitted with a door,
and those who transgressed the rules of the Park were confined in
this original prison. It was at Greenwich that Queen Elizabeth was
born; and to Greenwich Henry brought his fourth bride, when poor Anne
Boleyn’s short-lived favour was at an end, and Jane Seymour dead. The
less beautiful Anne of Cleves, who so signally failed to please the
King, was escorted in state from Calais by thirty gentlemen, with their
servants, “in cotes of black velvet with cheines of gold about their
neckes.” On January 3, 1540, the King rode up from the Palace to meet
her on Blackheath with noblemen, knights, and gentlemen, and citizens,
all in velvet with gold chains. The King rode a horse with rich
trappings of gold damask studded with pearls, a coat of purple velvet
slashed with gold, and a bonnet decorated with “unvalued gems.” Anne
came out of her tent on the Heath to meet him, clad in cloth of gold,
and mounted on a horse with trappings embroidered with her arms, a lion
sable. She rode right through the Park from the Black Heath to the
northern gate and round through the town to the Palace, the guns firing
from the Tower in her honour.
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