re we enter what has been termed a "Musicians' Corner;" amongst
a few other organists and composers lies Henry Purcell, whose epitaph
(written by Dryden) declares that he has gone to "that blessed place
where only his harmonies can be excelled." The sitting figure of the
great philanthropist, William Wilberforce, a little farther on, is not
generally admired.

Passing through the gate into the nave, we see against the choir screen
on our left the monument of Sir Isaac Newton, with a tedious list of his
discoveries. Proceeding along the north aisle we see to the left the new
pulpit for the Sunday evening services, and near it is a brass of
life-size on a slab covering the grave of the eminent engineer, Robert
Stephenson. Another slab close by shows the Victoria Tower and a
ground-plan of the Houses of Parliament. This is the grave of the great
architect, Sir Charles Barry. The famous African explorer, David
Livingstone, lies in the centre of the nave. Turning again to the north
wall we see about the centre of the numerous monuments one to the Right
Hon. Spencer Perceval, First Lord of the Treasury, who was shot in the
House of Commons by Bellingham, in the afternoon of May 11th, 1812. In
this aisle I was going to say lies, but more correctly stands the body
of Ben Jonson, who is buried in an upright position.

At the end of the aisle are the monuments of a few famous statesmen.
Among them are Mackintosh the historian, Tierney the orator, Lord
Holland, Zachary Macaulay, friend of Wilberforce, and father of the
great historian; and Charles James Fox. The great rivals, Fox and Pitt,
as we have seen, are buried near each other in the transept. Their
monuments are also near together--that of Pitt, by Westmacott,
represents the great orator trampling on the French Revolution, in the
attitude well known to the House of Commons at that day.

Passing some immense military memorials of little interest nowadays, and
the busts of Canon Kingsley and the poet Wordsworth, we now turn along
the southern wall of the nave. Here is the monument of the dramatic poet
Congreve, and that of Admiral Tyrrell, who was buried at sea in 1766,
always attracts the notice of visitors. Many allegorical emblems
surround the representation of the Admiral's resurrection from the
depths of the sea. The clouds above are so like pancakes as to have
given the tomb its familiar name of "The Pancake Monument." Farther east
we reach the monument of the unfortu