“Above this, and other parts of the walls, are the emblazoned arms of Talbot, Furnivall, De Verdun, Lacy, Raby, and the other alliances of the family; while in the large stained-glass window on the south side are splendid full-length figures of six archbishops and bishops of the Talbot family, with their arms and those of the sees over which they presided. Beneath this window are two beautiful models, full size, of ancient tombs of the great Talbots of former days. One of these is the famous tomb, from Whitchurch, of John, first Earl of Shrewsbury, who was killed in battle July 7, 1453. It bears a full-length effigy of the Earl in his Garter robes and armour, and bears on its sides and ends a number of emblazoned shields of the Talbot alliances, and the following inscription:— “‘_Orate pro anima prœnobilis domini, domini Johanis Talbot, Comitis Salopiæ, domini Furnival, domini Verdun, domini Strange de Blackmere, et Mareschalli Franciæ; qui obiit, in bello apud Burdeux_ VII _Julii_ MCCCCLIII.’ “It is related that when this noble warrior was slain, his herald passing over the battle-field to seek the body, at length found it bleeding and lifeless, when he kissed it, and broke out into these passionate and dutiful expressions:—‘Alas! it is you: I pray God pardon all your misdoings. I have been your officer of arms forty years or more. It is time I should surrender it to you.’ And while the tears trickled plentifully down his cheek, he disrobed himself of his coat of arms and flung it over his master’s body. This is the knight of whom we read— “‘Which Sir John Talbote, first Lord Fournivall, Was most worthie warrior we read of all. For by his knigh thode and his chivalrye A Knight of the Garter first he was made; And of King Henry, first Erle Scrovesberye. To which Sir John, his sone succession hade, And his noble successors now therto sade; God give them goode speede in their progresse, And Heaven at their ende, both more or lesse. The live to report of this foresaid lorde How manly hee was, and full chivalrose: What deedes that he did I cannot by worde Make rehersal, by meter ne prose; How manly, how true, and how famose, In Ireland, France, Normandy, Lyon, and Gascone His pere so long renyng I rede of none. * * * * * Which while he reigned was most knight That was in the realme here many yere, Most dughty of hand and feresest in fight, Most drede of all other with French men of werr In Ireland, France, Gyon; whose soule God absolve And bring to that Llyss that will not dissolve.’