Some of the side windows are poor and thin in tone, as if done in water-colour; but the rich depth and gorgeousness of the great window--as of old wine seen deep down in the glass--eclipses the rest. There is also a window to the memory of the ill-fated Lord Frederick Cavendish. The inscription is not particularly happy, and his fellow-victim is described as “Mr. T. N. Burke.” Another commemorative window which seems prosaic is that of the Jubilee, the Queen in the centre, in full view of her great ancestor Elizabeth. Here Mr. Browning furnished the verse:-- Fifty years’ flight! Where should he rejoice Who hailed their birth, who as they die decays? This--England echoes his attesting voice, Wondrous and well, thanks, Ancient Thou of days! A regular riddle or crux, which strains the wit, as we ponder over the meaning. Merriment and wonder were alike excited by the last line, with its odd punctuation:-- “Wondrous and well, thanks, Ancient Thou of days!” There is also the Milton window--the Poet’s wife and daughter are buried here--given by another amiable American, Mr. Childs, with an inscription by Whittier:-- The New World honours him whose lofty plea, For England’s freedom, made her own more sure; Whose song, immortal as its theme, shall be Their common freehold while both worlds endure. The last line seeming rather prosaic, the author good-naturedly offered to substitute “heirloom” for “freehold.” But “freehold” stands. Another window celebrates Sir Erskine May, whose severe, thoughtful face is portrayed in various Scriptural attitudes--_e.g._, as the Faithful Steward, with the legend “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.” Another interesting memorial was set up on December 18th, 1888, thus further enriching the associations of the church. This was in honour of the gallant Admiral Blake, and takes the shape of a three-light window in the north aisle. The upper portions are of an allegorical kind; the lower depicts incidents from Blake’s life, such as the indignity of the ejection of his body from the Abbey in 1661, after the Restoration. Mr. Lewis Morris, another of the poets of our time, has furnished spirited verses, and sings:-- Strong sailor, sleeping sound as sleep the just, Rest here: our Abbey keeps no worthier dust. This fashion is interesting, and original too. For, as we pass from window to window, we can review our history, and the striking lines attached to each will linger in the memory. Thus we have five poets contributing to the glories of these windows.