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nothing else than John Brown, and the rebus that from his love of 
the abbatical beer, his life was as lively as a growing branch. 
The survey of the church must recall our minds from archzo- 
logical guesses to the more patent beauties of the church. The 
windows in the transepts still give us examples of the contending 
styles. 
Between the windows of the chancel a light canopy of exquisite 
work formerly contained a statue: two of these are wholly emptied 
of their tenant. The remaining two figures are headless; but, even 
thus mutilated, show a high school of art in proportion and drapery. 
Two other canopies at the east end are remarkable for the light- 
ness and beauty of their details. 
It remains for me to mention the tomb which is placed on the 
south side of the altar, of the renaissance period of architecture ; 
and also one of modern art, which appears to be an imitation, and 
which is to be found in the nave. A magnificent tomb of alabaster 
and marble contains two effigies, one of a lady of high rank, placed 
in a loftier position even in death than her husband. The tomb is 
a really beautiful specimen of the age, and the faces have a sharp- 
ness and grace and life about them that will not altogether seem 
despicable even in the presence of the exquisite work of the immortal 
Chantrey which is placed! exactly opposite. The male figure is 
dressed in the plate armour of the early part of Charles the Ist’s 
reign, and represents, as the inscription informs us, Sir Edward 
Lewys, gentleman of the Privy Chamber of Charles I. The lady 
is gorgeously arrayed in the ruffled and plaited and buckramed 
splendour of the Court of Henrietta, and represents Ann, Lady 
Beauchamp, widow of Lord Beauchamp, and daughter of the Earl 
of Dorset, and, by second marriage, wife of Sir KE. Lewys. Around 
the plinth of the tomb are five kneeling figures, marble effigies of 
the sons and daughters of the lordly couple above. According to 
the fashion in mortuary matters of that day, the little sons and 
daughters are all in act of prayer, kneeling along the front of the 
tomb. Even these look scarcely comfortable in their trunk hose 
and angular doublets, or stiff stomachers and stiffer ruffles; and 
they seem to have required some Medusa’s head to have fixed them 
