Mrs. Oldfield, the actress who coquetishly ordered that she should be buried in a fine Holland chemise, with a tucker, and a double ruffle of lace, and a pair of white kid gloves, has a monument with an inscription by Pope. Isaac Newton has also a very fine monument, and William Pitt's monument cost £6,000. Henry Grattan, Robert Peel, Charles James Fox, William Wilberforce, George Canning, and Lord Palmerston also have monuments. Mary Queen of Scots, and the Queen who slew her, have magnificent monuments near each other, and similar in style. The funeral of Queen Mary, sister of Queen Elizabeth, was the last one which was celebrated in the Abbey with the ceremonial of the Roman Catholic Church. She died in 1558, and her body was brought from St. James Palace with great pomp to the Abbey, on a splendid chariot. It was met at the great entrance of the abbey by four bishops and Lord Abbott Feckenham in mitre, robes, and with crozier. The body lay all night under the hearse, with a guard of nobles and pages to watch it. On the fourteenth day of December it was interred in the vault, and a plain black tablet was erected to be placed over it by King James I, with the inscription: ET MARIA SORORES IN SPES RESVRRECTIONIS. James II, who sought to re-establish the Roman Catholic Faith in England, (like Queen Mary,) died at St. Germain En-Laye, in France, and has no tomb in the Abbey. His intestines were given to the Irish College, in Paris, the brains to the Scotch College, and the heart to the Convent of Chaillot. Admiral Kempenfeldt, who was drowned on the man-of-war Royal George, which sunk with eight hundred men, all of whom were lost, off Spithead, in 1782, is also buried here, with the epitaph on his tomb, written by Cowper the poet: "Toll, toll, for the brave-- Brave Kempenfeldt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfeldt went down, With twice four hundred men."-- [Illustration: TOMB OF MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS.] The Chapel of Edward the Confessor, who founded the Abbey, is full of dead Kings and Queens, so full that a poet has written of the commingled Royal dust that is here reposing: "Think how many royal bones, Sleep within these heaps of stones. Here they lie, had realms and lands, Who now want strength to lift their hands. Where, from their pulpit sealed with dust, They preach, 'In greatness is no trust!' Here's an acre, sown indeed, With the richest, royalest seed, That the earth did e'er suck in, Since the first man died for sin." [Sidenote: INTERMENTS DURING THE MIDDLE AGES.]