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a solemn dirge for the dead ; then is borne a banner em- 
blazoned with the Royal arms, surmounted by a Ducal 
coronet, and then follows the coffin raised upon a lofty car 
drawn by seven horses, and covered by a canopy of black, 
powdered with crowned initials in silver ; but the most 
conspicuous ornament of this car is a figure of an angel 
in silver placed in front of it. Does this express a hope 
that he whose body it overshadowed had obtained a crown 
immortal ? Not so ; but that had he lived he would have 
worn an earthly crown — that of England ; for it is the 
remains of Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York, who was 
slain at the battle of Wakefield, that are now being trans- 
ported from St. John's Priory, at Pontefract, to their final 
burial-place at Fotheringhay. But who follows as chief 
mourner ? One whose face would have been handsome 
but for its villanous expression, and whose figure we can 
at once see is deformed, notwithstanding the drapery he 
has skilfully thrown around his person : this is Richard 
Duke of Gloucester, who shall be King, after he has become 
the murderer of his brother's children ; and as Richard 3rd, 
of evil memory, shall lose his kingdom and his life on 
Bosworth Field. Such was one of the reminiscences of 
the fearful wars of the Red and White Roses ; from the 
effects of which this county was comparatively speaking 
tolerably free, although one of my own name, I regret to 
say, proved a fearful scourge to it immediately after the 
battle of Wakefield, to which I have already alluded. The 
victorious Lancastrian army, to whom Queen Margaret had 
promised the spoil of all the counties south of the Trent, 
was under the command of Sir Andrew Trollope, whose 
terrible doings are thus described by the chroniclers Stowe 
and Speed, and the historians Hollingshed and Peck : — 
" Andrew Trollope, Grand Captain, and as it were leader 
of the battle, with a great army of Scots, Welshmen, and 
other strangers, besides the northern men, destroyed the 
