On the gorgeous coffin of purple and gold were laid the crown and sceptre of the realm.

The day was well suited to such a ceremony.
The sky was dark and troubled; and a few ghastly flakes of snow fell on the black plumes of the funeral car.

Within the Abbey, nave, choir and transept were in a blaze with innumerable waxlights.

The body was deposited under a magnificent canopy in the centre of the church while the Primate preached.

The earlier part of his discourse was deformed by pedantic divisions and subdivisions; but towards the close he told what he had himself seen and heard with a simplicity and earnestness more affecting than the most skilful rhetoric.