when james i. came to the throne, lancelot andrewes was dean of westminster, and he devoted himself to the care of the school, which, under elizabeth's endowments, was now prospering greatly. he had this excellent reputation, "that all the places where he had preferment were better for it," and it is certain that either he must have been a remarkable master or the westminster boys must have been models of their kind, for this is how hacket, once his pupil, rapturously describes him:—

"who could come near the shrine of such a saint and not offer up a few p?ans of glory on it? or how durst i omit it? for he it was that first planted me in my tender studies and watered them continually with his bounty.... he did often supply the place of head-master and usher for the space of an whole week together, and gave us not an hour of loitering time from morning till night. he never walked to chiswick for his recreation without a brace of this young fry, and in that wayfaring leisure had a singular dexterity to fill those narrow vessels with a funnel. and what was the greatest burden of his toil, sometimes twice in the week, sometimes oftener, he sent for the uppermost scholars to his lodgings at night and kept them with him from eight to eleven, unfolding to them the best rudiments of the greek tongue and the elements of hebrew grammar. and all this he did to boys without any compulsion or correction; nay, i never heard him to utter so much as a word of austerity."

altogether andrewes was a man of great influence and renown both as a scholar and a preacher, so he was promoted to a bishopric after a short time, and was succeeded by richard neile, who had himself been a boy of westminster school, and who, therefore, in his turn carefully fostered its growth. he too became a bishop in three years, and of the two deans who followed him, montague and tounson, we know little except that the one was "a person of wit and entertaining conversation," and the other "one of a graceful presence and an excellent preacher, who left a widow and fifteen children unprovided for."

it is hacket who again gives us an amusing picture of the excitement among all the divines when it became known that tounson was to be bishop of salisbury and that the deanery of westminster was vacant.

"it was a fortunate seat," he says, "near the court. like the office over the king of persia's garden at babylon, stored with the most delicious fruits. he that was trusted with the garden was the lord of the palace."

among those who earnestly desired the post was john williams, one of the chaplains to james i., and in these words he applied for it through lord burleigh:—

"my most noble lord,—i am an humble suitor, first to be acknowledged your servant, and then that i may with your happy hand be transplanted to westminster if the deanery shall still prove vacant. i trouble not your honour for profit, but for convenience, for being unmarried and inclining so to continue, i do find that westminster is fitter by much for that disposition. if your honour be not bent upon an ancient servitor, i beseech you to think on me."

fortunately for westminster he obtained his heart's desire, and in 1620 began his useful rule. he took for his exemplars abbot islip and dean andrewes, imitating the first by carefully restoring the many parts of the abbey which through neglect were falling in ruins, and the second by encouraging the school. then, "that god might be praised with a cheerful noise in his sanctuary," he obtained, as hacket tells us, "the sweetest music both for the organ and for voices of all parts that was ever heard in an english quire;" and in jerusalem chamber he gave many entertainments with music, which "the most famous masters of this delightful faculty frequented." to enlarge the boundaries of learning he turned one of the deserted rooms in the cloisters, of old used by the monks, into a library, bought out of his own means a large number of books from a certain mr. baker of highgate, and was so public-spirited that he allowed men of learning from all parts of london to have access to those precious works.

he was in great favour with james, who made him lord keeper of the seal and bishop of lincoln, allowing him to hold westminster at the same time, and though his enemies had much to say on the subject of his holding so many offices, it must be said in justice that he got through an amazing amount of work. under him it seemed as if some of the splendid hospitalities which had ceased since the days when the abbots kept open house were to be revived, for dean williams entertained in jerusalem chamber the french ambassadors who came over to arrange for the marriage between prince charles and princess henriette.

before the feast he led them into the abbey, which was "stuck with flambeaux everywhere that they might cast their eyes upon the stateliness of the church," while "the best finger of the age, dr. orlando gibbons," played the organ for their entertainment.

you will see a memorial of this banquet in the carvings over the mantelpiece in the jerusalem chamber for on one side is charles i. and on the other side his french bride.

but with the death of james i., lord keeper, bishop and dean williams fell upon evil days, for he was disliked by the duke of buckingham and laud, who entirely influenced the king, and was not even allowed to officiate on the coronation day.

jerusalem chamber.

jerusalem chamber.

under the commonwealth the abbey fared badly, for with a fanatical horror of anything that reminded them of royalty or of rome, the parliamentarians had not the smallest regard for it, and delighted in showing their contempt for its past. how far the soldiers were allowed to desecrate its walls and its altars it is difficult to clearly ascertain, and we may fairly believe that the story of how they pulled down the organ, pawned the pipes for ale, and played boisterous games up and down the church "to show their christian liberty," is a great exaggeration, even if any such thing took place at all. certainly the altar in henry vii.'s chapel, under which lay buried edward vi., was destroyed, the copes and vestments were sold, and many windows and monuments supposed to teach lessons of superstition and idolatry were demolished. no dean was appointed. the church being put under a parliamentary committee, presbyterian preachers conducted morning exercises, which took the place of the daily services, and bradshaw, the president of the court which tried and condemned to death charles i., settled himself into the deserted deanery. a strange sight indeed it must have been to those who noted it to watch this man going backwards and forwards between abbot islip's house and the hall of westminster palace, holding in the hollow of his hand the life of the king of england!

westminster school, which, under elizabeth, had been set on its new and enlarged footing, and since then had vigorously expanded under the various head-masters, alone continued to flourish. its scholars naturally were closely connected with the life that centred round westminster: they listened to the debates of parliament, they flocked to hear the trials in westminster hall, they attended the services in the abbey. their feelings ran high during the civil war. pym, cromwell, and bradshaw they hated; the execution of charles roused their deepest indignation, and they listened in awed horror as bushby, their master, read solemnly the prayer for the king at the very moment when the scaffold was being erected at whitehall. it was the strong personality of bushby and his tactful management which saved the school from being seriously interfered with at the hands of the all-powerful parliament, so that for fifty-five years this model for head-masters "ruled with his rod and his iron will, and successfully piloted this bark through very stormy seas." he was full of enthusiasm and energy and he was more anxious that his pupils should become men of action and character than accomplished scholars. his monument, which is near the poets' corner shows him, in the words of the inscription, "such as he appeared to human eyes;" and the words which follow tell how he "sowed a plenteous harvest of ingenious men; discovered, managed, and improved the natural genius in every one; formed and nourished the minds of youths, and gave to the school of westminster the fame of which it boasts."

but the abbey was a national institution, too firmly builded on the rocks to be more than shaken by the passing storms. it had weathered the earthquake of the reformation, it had survived the tempests of the revolution. with the restoration came the calm, and quietly the old life was resumed. i have but little more to tell you of the inner story of the abbey, nor from this time forward do kings and queens play any very important part in its story. it is the tombs and monuments which now begin, more closely even than before, to cement the tie between westminster and the pages of english history. so i will only tell you in a few words how dean sprat busied himself with the restoration of the great buildings, the architect being sir christopher wren, who, as you know, designed st. paul's cathedral, and rebuilt so many of the old london churches which the great fire had destroyed, and how dean atterbury carried on the work, including the rebuilding of the great dormitory, until his devotion to the stuart cause and his opposition to george i. caused him to be sent first to the tower, and afterwards as an exile to france. atterbury loved well his abbey, and his last request was that he might walk through it once more, especially to see the glass which was his own gift to it, and which still exists in the beautiful rose window over the north door. but the sad thing about these so-called restorations is that so much of the matchless old work was destroyed, and nobody seemed in the least concerned at this. that was an age when the glories of medieval architecture appear to have lost all their charm in men's eyes, when the love of beautiful things was at its lowest ebb. the westminster boys played their games in the chapels, and were allowed to skip from tomb to tomb in the confessor's shrine; hideous monuments were erected and crowded together, nothing old was reverenced, and we can only be thankful that more was not destroyed or hopelessly ruined. and yet, in spite of this apparent indifference, here and there were men who found themselves stirred when they came within those walls as they were stirred nowhere else, so that many a writer, including addison, steele, and goldsmith, and earlier still, john milton, has paid homage, even in those unimaginative days, to that fair place, "so far exceeding human excellence that a man would think it was knit together by the fingers of angels."

one more dean i must tell you of, and that is dean stanley, who, with his wife, lies in the south aisle of henry vii.'s chapel. for it was when he was appointed to westminster in 1864 that once again the abbey became something more than a great memory of former days. first of all he unfolded the storied past, clearing up many a mystery, setting right many an error, and then, impelled by a deep reverence for all its great associations, he consistently carried on its history. in every trace of his work we find this same wise spirit of sympathy and understanding. to him the abbey was our greatest national treasure; his ideal was, not only so to keep it, but to make it a living influence among all english-speaking people. and thanks in no small degree to him, westminster abbey is to-day a very magnet in the heart of the empire, to which high and low rich and poor, learned and ignorant are drawn from far and near, to drink in, as they are able, its memories and its beauties, to do homage to those great souls whom it honours there to read as from a book stories of englishmen who whether as kings or statesmen, abbots or deans, nobles or commoners, poets or patriots, added at least some stones to that other building, not fashioned by hands alone, which grew up side by side with edward's church, and thus became the builders of our nation.

but we have gone forward, quickly, and i must take you back for a moment to henry vii.'s chapel, where still after the restoration some royal funerals took place. with the outburst of loyal feeling, it was felt by many that charles i., who had been buried at windsor, ought to be brought here, and christopher wren was commanded to prepare a costly monument. but nothing further was done in the matter. charles ii. was buried at midnight most unceremoniously, close to the monument of general monk, and one who was probably present adds, by way of comment, "he was soon forgotten." ten children of james ii. were laid in the spacious vault under mary queen of scots monument, but he himself, having fled from his kingdom, died abroad and was buried in paris. william and mary, queen anne and her husband, prince george of denmark, all lie near charles ii., and the seventeen children of anne are just behind in what is really the children's vault. one of these children, prince william henry, another duke of gloucester, though he only lived to be eleven, was such a quaint little boy that his tutor wrote a biography of him. he was always very delicate, but though his body was weak his mind was precocious and his spirits were unfailingly high. from the time he was two his craze was for soldiers, and he had a company of ninety boys from kensington for his bodyguard, whom he drilled and ruled by martial law. these boys he called his horse-guards, and they wore red grenadiers' caps and carried wooden swords and muskets; but, however much they may have pleased the little prince, who lived at camden house, they were somewhat of a terror to the people of kensington, as, "presuming on being soldiers, they were very rude and challenged men in the streets, which caused complaints." this tutor of his, jenkin lewis, who entered thoroughly into the spirit of the little duke, gives a delightful account of a visit paid to him by his uncle, the grave william iii., who appears to have been very fond of him.

altogether the duke must have been a charming little boy, plucky, generous, and remarkably bright. if he fell down and hurt himself, he would say, "a bullet in the war had grazed me," and though, to please the queen, he learnt dancing from an old frenchman, he confided to his tutor that the only thing he loved in that way was the english march to a drum.

greatly to his joy the king decided to make him a knight of the garter when he was only six years old, and to add to the honour william tied on the garter himself.

"now," said the boy proudly, "if i fight any more battles i shall give harder blows than ever."

he was as quick and interested at his lessons as he was at soldiering, and we bear of his making amazing progress under the bishop of marlborough in the history of the bible, geography, constitutional history, and many other subjects, while his tutor had taught him "the terms of fortification and navigation, the different parts of a ship of war, and stories about c?sar, alexander, pompey, hannibal, and scipio. it was his tutor who put into verse, and persuaded mr. church, one of the gentlemen of westminster abbey, to set to music, the duke's words of command to his boys, which ran thus:—

"hark, hark! the hostile drum alarms,

let ours too beat, and call to arms;

prepare, my boys, to meet the foe,

let every breast with valour glow.

soon conquest shall our arms decide,

and britain's sons in triumph ride.

in order charge your daring band,

attentive to your chief's command.

discharge your volleys, fire away;

they yield, my lads, we gain the day.

march on, pursue to yonder town;

no ambush fear, the day's our own.

yet from your hearts let mercy flow,

and nobly spare the captive foe!"

when in 1696 a plot formed against william iii. was discovered, the duke determined not to be behind the houses of parliament, who offered their loyal addresses to the king, so he drew up a little address of his own in these words, which was signed by himself and all his boys: "we, your majesty's faithful subjects, will stand by you as long as we have a drop of blood."

on the 24th july 1700 he was eleven and had a birthday party, which of course meant a sham fight among his boys; and when on the next morning he complained of feeling ill, every one naturally thought he was only over-tired or excited. but a bad throat and high fever soon showed that there was serious mischief, and within a week he died. "to the inexpressible grief," wrote the bishop of salisbury, "of all good men who were well-wishers to the protestant religion and lovers of their country."

george ii. was the last king to be buried in the abbey, and he was laid in the same stone coffin as his wife, queen caroline. you will find the gravestones in the nave of henry vii.'s chapel, and near to it are buried his two daughters, his son frederick, prince of wales, and several grandchildren. horace walpole, the son of robert walpole, who had for twenty-one years been the prime minister of the king, thus describes to us the last royal funeral at westminster:—

"the procession through a line of foot-guards, every seventh man bearing a torch, the horse-guards lining the outside, their officers with drawn swords and crape sashes, the drums muffled, the fifes, the bells tolling, and the minute guns, all this was very solemn. but the charm was the entrance to the abbey, where we were received by the dean and chapter in rich robes, the choir and almsmen bearing torches, the whole abbey so illuminated that one saw it to greater advantage than by day. when we came to the chapel of henry vii., all solemnity and decorum ceased, no order was observed, people sat or stood where they would or could; the yeomen of the guard were crying out for help, oppressed by the immense weight of the coffin. the bishop read sadly and blundered in the prayers, and the anthem, besides being immeasurably tedious, would have served as well for a wedding.... the duke of newcastle fell into a fit of crying the moment we came into the chapel and flung himself back in a stall, the archbishop towering over him with a smelling-bottle; but in two minutes his curiosity got the better of his hypocrisy, and he ran about the chapel with his glass to spy who was or was not there. then returned his fear of getting cold, and the duke of cumberland, who felt himself weighed down, on turning round found it was the duke of newcastle standing upon his train to avoid the chill of the marble."

but though westminster was no longer to be the church of the royal tombs, there was one ceremony she was still to claim undisputed as her own peculiar right. a coronation meant the abbey; no other place was ever dreamt of. charles ii. here commenced his reign with great glory. james ii. characteristically grudged spending any money excepting ￡100,000 for the queen's dress and trinkets. william and mary were crowned together, for mary refused to be queen unless her husband became king with her, and it is for this joint-coronation that the second chair of state was made, which stands with the old coronation chair in the confessor's chapel. the members of the house of commons were present and "hummed applause at the eloquent ending to bishop burnet's sermon, in which he prayed god "to bless the royal pair with long life and love, with obedient subjects, wise counsellors, faithful allies, gallant fleets and armies, and finally with crowns more glorious and lasting than those which glittered on the altar of the abbey."

queen anne, fat, gouty, and childless, found the day a weary one. unlike her sister mary, she was crowned queen in her own right, and her husband was the first of the nobles to do her homage.

when george i. was crowned many difficulties had to be overcome, for everything had to be explained to the king, who knew no english, by ministers who stumbled badly over their german. but george ii. had learnt the language of his people, and liking great ceremonies as much as his father had disliked them, his coronation day was celebrated in great state. queen caroline must have been ablaze with jewels, for besides wearing all her own, she had borrowed what pearls she could from the ladies of quality, and had hired all manner of diamonds from the jews and jewellers. george iv. spent more money when he was crowned king than any other of his race, but the day was not without a very painful scene, as he refused to prepare any place for his wife, queen caroline, and she indignantly tried in vain to insist on her rights and to force her way into the abbey. she failed, and her failure so broke her spirits that she fell ill, and a few weeks later she died.

william iv. was crowned at a critical moment, for the country was in a state of excitement concerning the reform bill, which, if passed, would give a vote to a great number of people who did not possess one, but which was being firmly opposed by the duke of wellington and a strong party. to avoid any risks of riots or demonstrations the usual procession was left out, even the usual banquet in the old palace, while everything was as simple and private as possible. but seven years later those old grey walls looked down on a coronation day which brought untold blessings to england. on june 28, 1838, princess victoria, a slender girl in the first freshness of her youth, was publicly recognised undoubted queen of the realm, and took her solemn oath in the sight of the people to perform and keep the promises demanded of her by the archbishop. here in the sanctuary she was anointed; here the spurs and the sword of state were presented to her, and then laid on the altar; here the orb was placed in her hands and the royal robe about her shoulders; here the ring, the sceptre, the rod were delivered to her; here was the crown of pure gold set on her head, and the bible, the royal law, placed in her hands; here she ascended the throne, while her nobles did her homage; here, taking off her crown, she received the holy communion, and then passed on into the confessor's chapel in accordance with the time-honoured usage.

vastly solemn indeed was the ceremony, calling to mind as it did the long procession of kings and queens who, without exception in that place, almost in those identical words, had accepted the great trust to which they had been called. some had been faithful; some, through weakness or through wilful wrong-doing, had violated the vow. the strongest men had sometimes wavered, the bravest men had faltered before their task. but queen victoria never failed her people. through weal and woe, through storm and sunshine, through good and evil days, she watched over them and guarded their interests. she ruled over their hearts at home and throughout those vaster dominions beyond the seas, she bound them to her with bonds of loyal devotion, so that when, in the dim light of a winter's day in february 1901, the abbey was filled with a vast crowd of those who were there to pay their last tribute to her memory, their universal sorrow was no mere formality, but was in harmony with the sense of personal loss which was felt by all who had owned her as their sovereign lady.