94 Hungerford Chapels in Salisbury Cathedral. 



of the old views of the Cathedral, as Collins's and Hollar's, it is 

 introduced. There is a large view of the interior in Gough's 

 "Sepulchral Monuments," and a small one, reduced from Gough's, 

 in Hall's " Picturesque Memorials of Salisbury." This Chapel was so 

 strictly adjective to the substantive Cathedral that the north wall 

 of the present Lady Chapel was in fact common to the two buildings. 

 In this wall there was a door for communication with the Cathe- 

 dral; and, near the door, a large opening in form of an arch, 

 under which lay the monument of Lord Hungerford covered by 

 an ornamental canopy ; so that any person standing in the Lady 

 Chapel, at the monument, could see into the Hungerford Chapel. 

 In the Chapel, between the monument and the door-way, was 

 painted against the wall, a large picture commonly known by the 

 name of " Death and the Galant," of which an engraving (by 

 Langley) was first published by Lyons, of Salisbury, 1748 : and 

 there is a very good fac-simile of it in Mr. Duke's book called 

 "The Halle of John Halle." The picture represents Death in a 

 shroud, holding a colloquy with a young dandy dressed in the high 

 fashion of the reign of Henry IV. — a short doublet, cord and bow 

 round his waist, cap and feather, shoes with long pointed toes, a 

 dagger or anelace, hosen or tight pantaloons, a display of rings on 

 the left hand, and in the right a cane or stick: on his breast a 

 cross, or Christopher. Mr. Duke, in the illustration of the dress 

 of John Halle, has enlarged at great length upon all these articles 

 of costume. 



The conversation between the figure of Death and this young 

 Beau was carried on in verse over a coffin on the ground between 

 them; and it is of course intended to convey a caution against 

 allowing the vanities of life to lead us to forget the end of it. 

 Some of the words are obsolete; but with slight alteration the 

 general tenor of the lines is this. The Beau says — 

 "Alas, Death, alas! a blissful thing you were 

 If you would spare us in our lustiness, 

 And come to wretches that be of heavy cheer 

 When they thee ask to lighten their distress. 

 But out, alas! thine own self-willedness 

 Harshly refuses them that weep and wail 

 To close their eyes that after thee do call." 



