f each day for inward
prayer.

Brussels excelled all the other cities of the Austrian dominion in the
splendor with which she did honor to the emperor's memory. The
ceremonies took place on the 29th and 30th of December. The procession,
in which King Philip walked, attended by the dukes of Savoy and
Brunswick, and a host of the nobility of Spain, Germany, and the
Netherlands, was two hours in passing from the palace to the church of
St. Gudule. Its principal feature was a huge galley, large enough for
marine service, placed on a cunningly devised sea, which answered the
double purpose of supporting some isles, emblematic of the Indies, and
of concealing the power which rolled the huge structure along. Faith,
Hope, and Charity, were the crew of this enchanted bark; and her sides
were hung with twelve paintings of Charles's principal exploits, which
were further set forth in golden letter-press on the black satin sails.
A long line of horses followed, each led by two gentlemen, and bearing
on its housings the blazon of one of the states of the emperor. They
were led up the aisle of the church past the altar, and the seats
occupied by the order of the Golden Fleece. As the last horse, covered
with a black foot-cloth, went by, the count of Bossu, one of the
knights, the early playmate and dear friend of the emperor, threw
himself on his knees, and remained for some time prostrated on the
pavement in an agony of grief.

The chapel of Yuste was merely a temporary resting-place of the royal
dead. In his will the emperor had confided the care of his bones to his
son, expressing a wish, however, to be laid beside his wife and his
father in the cathedral of Granada, in that splendid chapel-royal, rich
with the tombs and trophies of Ferdinand and Isabella. Philip, however,
shivering in the rear at St. Quentin, had already vowed to St. Lawrence
the great monastery which it was his after delight to make the chief
monument of the power and the piety of the house of Hapsburg. At the
Escorial, therefore, he united the bones of his father and mother, and
placed them, on the fourth of February, 1574, in a vault beneath the
jasper shrine, which yet contains their fine effigies, wrought in bronze
by Leoni. The occasion was marked by one of those terrific storms, sent,
as the monks supposed, by the devil, in the hope of overthrowing that
fortress of piety. A grand arch of timber, erected at the door of the
church, was blown away, and its