Will any one of her posterity ever bear his name and sit upon the throne he vacated for that bloody grave?
No! She will remember a better name at the font.

The day and the name of the Harolds, Williams, Henrys, Charles's, and Georges are over and gone forever.

ALBERT THE GOOD has estopped that succession; and England, doubtless, for centuries to come, will wear that name and its memories in her crown.
After spending a few hours at Studley Park, I returned to Ripon and went on to Thirsk, where I spent the Sabbath with a Friend.

The next day he drove me over to Rievaulx Abbey, which was the mother of Fountain Abbey.

On the way to it we passed the ruins of another of these grand structures of that religious age, called Byland Abbey, where Robert Bruce came within an ace of capturing King Edward on his retreat from Scotland, after the Battle of Bannockburn.
One of the objects of this excursion was to visit the establishment of Lord Faversham, near Helmsley, who is one of the most scientific and successful stock-raisers, of the Shorthorn blood, in England, and to whom I had a note of introduction.