Proceeding up the stairs she seated herself, and being pressed by the Lieutenant of the Tower, Sir Thomas Brydges, to rise, she answered: "Better sit here than on a worse place: for God knoweth and not I, whither you will bring me." She lived to be Queen of England, and the mercy which was shown to her she refused to many a poor wretch, whose bones Elizabeth allowed to be gnawed clean and bare in the "Rat's Dungeon." One more scene of horror. [Sidenote: LADY JANE GREY ON THE SCAFFOLD.] As Lady Jane Gray passed out of the Tower by the postern gate to Tower Hill, she beheld the headless corpse of her husband (who had just been decapitated) carried out on a cart to be buried in the Tower chapel of St. Peter-ad-Vincula. "All, Guilford, Guilford," said she, "the ante-past is not so bitter that thou hast tasted, and which I soon shall taste, as to make my flesh tremble; it is nothing compared to the feast of which we shall this day partake in Heaven." Then she passed on to the scaffold. When on the scaffold she turned to the crowd and said: "And now good people all, while I am yet alive, I pray of you to assist me with your prayers." Then she knelt, and turning to Father Feckenham, the Queen's chaplain, asked him: "Shall I say this psalm?" And Father Feckenham, who was afterwards Lord Abbot of Westminster, answered: "Yea." Then she said the psalm _Miserere Mei Deus_ and stood up and gave her book, gloves, and handkerchief to her two attendant ladies; and she commenced to untie her gown. The executioner said: "Shall I assist you to disrobe, Lady Jane?" She answered him quickly: "Nay, leave me in peace," and her two ladies advanced and disrobed her. The headsman then desired her to stand on the straw, after her ladies had tied a kerchief about her eyes, and as she complied with his request, she asked him: "Will you dispatch me quickly? Will you take it off before I lay me down?" "No, Madam," said he to the last question. Then Lady Jane felt for the block, her eyes being bandaged, and groping, she said: "Where is it? Where is it?" Laying her head on the block, she said slowly: "Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit," and at that instant, her neck being bared, there was a glitter of steel, a dull thud, and her head rolled in the sawdust. The Jewels and Royal Regalia are kept in a glass case, well guarded by a warden, who is never allowed to leave the apartment for an instant, unless when relieved. There is a charge of sixpence extra to see the Jewel House, and a constant stream of visitors may be found in this part of the Tower, the ladies particularly taking a great interest in the splendor of the royal treasures.