ventured
the belief that the authorities must have made a mistake in the date
of his arrival, for everything seemed to point to the preparation of a
splendid reception to him anywhere from a week to a month later. I
feel that way to-day. The Winchester people certainly could not have
expected us just yet. It's a pity that we cannot see this grand
cathedral at its best!"
The usual feeling of quiet awe came over the party upon entering the
edifice, and this was here somehow increased by the vastness of the
interior. Their footsteps echoed strangely on the stone floor, and
looking up at the arches above her head, Betty began to walk about on
tiptoe.
"The marriage of Queen Mary with Philip of Spain took place in this
cathedral," Mrs. Pitt said. "In Bishop Langton's Chapel here, is an
old chair said to have been used by the Queen at the ceremony. Notice
the six wooden chests above that screen. They contain the bones of
some of the old, old kings--William Rufus, Canute, Egbert, Ethelwolf,
and others. Once upon a time, there was a very famous shrine
here--that of St. Swithin. You remember the legend which tells how the
body of that saint was delayed from being removed to the chapel
already fitted to receive it, by forty days of rain. That's why when
we have nasty, rainy weather in England, we always blame St. Swithin.
"I'll show you the tomb of the well-known authoress, Jane Austen, and
that of Izaak Walton, who is buried in one of the chapels. The former
lived her last days and died in this town, and it was in the little
river Itchen which flows through Winchester, that Izaak Walton used to
fish. They were both laid to rest here in the cathedral, near the
scenes which they dearly loved."
The environs of the cathedral are very pretty, and one of the most
picturesque features is the old Deanery, where Charles II once lodged.
Just outside the cathedral close is the modest little house which was
Jane Austen's home.
Winchester School was visited,--a very famous old institution which is
connected with New College, Oxford, and was built by William of
Wykeham in 1396,--and the vine-covered ruins of old Wolvesley Castle,
which stand on the outskirts of the town, and near the river.
"Didn't you say that this was where King Alfred had them write the
'Anglo-Saxon Chronicle'?" Betty asked of Mrs. Pitt. "Will you please
tell us what that was? I don't seem to remember very well."
"Well, dear, the 'Anglo-Saxon Chronicle' is t
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