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among the living, and though their sojourn occasioned 

 great distress and terror in the neighbourhood, no trace of 

 them remains at Dunmow, excepting in the mischief 

 which they did. Sir James Hallet rests here also, and a 

 few mural monuments remain upon the walls, but the 

 one tomb, which of all others is most dear, upon which 

 the quivering lights and shadows play, and sunbeams 

 shed a softened radiance, is that of the Lady Marian. 

 Shielded by a beautiful screen of dark old oak, coeval 

 with the building, and which separates the nave from 

 the chancel ; it stands forth in bold relief, a relic of 

 the olden time, which the convulsions of ages foreign 

 wars and civil feuds, have yet spared. The head is 

 covered with a woollen coif, the neck encircled with a 

 collar, and a string of pendants falls upon an embroidered 

 cape; a rich girdle and long robe, with sleeves close to 

 the wrists, and hands covered with rings further indicate 

 her rank. Angels were stationed beside the head, and a 

 dog crouched on either side her feet. But rough hands 

 marred this tomb also, the angels, who seemed to watch 

 over the sleeping effigy, were rudely broken, though the 

 effigy itself was spared. Perhaps the lady who lay within 

 the tomb was associated with the fondest recollections of 

 the rebel leader. It maybe, that he had gathered nuts amid 

 the open spaces of the forest where she dwelt ; before 

 years of crime and peril had hardened his young 

 heart, or, perhaps, when sick and restless upon his bed, 

 his mother might have told him concerning the Lady 



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