The Greville Memoirs, Part 2 (of 3), Volume 1 (of 3): A Journal of the Reign of Queen Victoria from 1837 to 1852 — John Shaqi
The Greville Memoirs, Part 2 (of 3), Volume 1 (of 3): A Journal of the Reign of Queen Victoria from 1837 to 1852Greville, Charles
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The Greville Memoirs, Part 2 (of 3), Volume 1 (of 3): A Journal of the Reign of Queen Victoria from 1837 to 1852
Greville, Charles
Great Britain -- History -- Victoria, 1837-1901
Yesterday I went to the late King's funeral, who was buried with
just the same ceremonial as his predecessor this time seven
years. It is a wretched mockery after all, and if I were king,
the first thing I would do should be to provide for being
committed to the earth with more decency and less pomp. A host of
persons of all ranks and stations were congregated, who 'loitered
through the lofty halls,' chattering and laughing, and with
nothing of woe about them but the garb. I saw two men in an
animated conversation, and one laughing heartily at the very foot
of the coffin as it was lying in state. The chamber of death in
which the body lay, all hung with black and adorned with
scutcheons and every sort of funereal finery, was like a scene in
a play, and as we passed through it and looked at the scaffolding
and rough work behind, it was just like going behind the scenes
of a theatre. A soldier's funeral, which I met in the morning--
the plain coffin slowly borne along by his comrades, with the cap
and helmet and sword of the dead placed upon it--was more
impressive, more decent, more affecting than all this pomp with
pasteboard crowns, and heralds scampering about, while idleness
and indifference were gazing or gossiping round about the royal
remains. I would rather be quietly consigned to the grave by a
few who cared for me (if any such there might be) than be the
object of all this parade and extravagance. The procession moving
slowly through close ranks of Horse and Foot Guards holding
tapers and torches in their hands, whilst at intervals the bands
played a dead march, had, however, a very imposing effect. The
service was intolerably long and tedious, and miserably read by
the Dean of Windsor. The Queen Dowager, with the King's daughters
and her ladies, were in the Royal Closet, and the FitzClarences
in the one adjoining. At twelve o'clock she was to depart for
Bushey, and a bitter moment it must have been when she quitted
for ever the Castle where she had spent seven years of prosperous
and happy splendour.
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