such an adorable dignity, like a sleep." [638] Behind the bed
still hung the great map of Africa. On his breast Lady Burton had placed
a crucifix, and he still wore the steel chain and the "Blessed Virgin
Medal," which she had given him just before the Tanganyika journey.

Priests, pious persons, and children from the orphanage of St. Joseph,
in which Lady Burton had taken so much interest, watched and prayed,
recited the office for the dead, and sang hymns.

There were three distinct funerals at Trieste, and there was to be
another nine months onward in England. All that can be said is that Lady
Burton seemed to draw comfort from pageantry and ceremonial that to most
mourners would have been only a long-drawn agony.

The procession was a royal one. The coffin was covered with the Union
Jack, and behind it were borne on a cushion Burton's order and medals.
Then followed a carriage with a pyramid of wreaths, and lastly, the
children of St. Joseph's orphanage, a regiment of infantry and the
governor and officials of Trieste.

Every flag in the town was half-mast high, multitudes thronged the
streets, and every window and balcony was crowded. Every head was
uncovered. The procession wound its way from the Palazzo Gosleth down
the declivity into the city under a bright sun pouring down its full
beams, and so onward through the serried masses of spectators to the
cemetery. Writing to Lady Stisted, [639] Lady Burton says, "I did not
have him buried, but had a private room in the cemetery [a "chapelle
ardente"] consecrated (with windows and doors on the ground floor) above
ground where I can go and sit with him every day. He had three church
services performed over him, and 1,100 masses said for the repose of
his soul." "For the man," commented the profane, "who, in his own words,
'protested against the whole business,' perhaps 1,100 masses would not
have been enough." In an oration delivered in the Diet of Trieste, Dr.
Cambon called him an intrepid explorer, a gallant soldier, an honour
to the town of Trieste." The whole press of the world rang with his
praises. The noble tribute paid to his memory by Algernon C. Swinburne
has often been quoted:

"While England sees not her old praise dim,
While still her stars through the world's night swim,
A fame outshining her Raleigh's fame,
A light that lightens her loud sea's rim:
Shall shine and sound as her sons proclaim
The pride that kindles at Burton