THE BUILDING OF WESTMINSTER ABBEY
 A GREAT many years ago, when I was quite a small child, I was taken with some other children over Westminster Abbey by Dean Stanley, who was
then the Dean of Westminster.
Some of you may have read a book called "Tom Brown's School Days," and if so you will remember Tom's great friend, Arthur, who began his
school life a lonely and home-sick little boy, but who as the years went on came to be looked up to and liked almost more than any other
boy at Rugby. "George Arthur" this boy is called in the book, but his real name
 was Arthur Stanley, and when he grew up he became a clergyman, and was for many years Dean of Westminster. He wrote a great many books,
and one all about Westminster Abbey; for he knew every corner and part of this great church, and was full of stories about the great
people who are buried here, and the kings and queens who were crowned here. There was nothing he liked better than taking people over
the Abbey, and any one who had the happiness of going with him, as I did, and of hearing him, would always remember some, at any rate,
of the stories he told.
He died in 1881, and as none of you can ever see or hear him, standing in the Abbey surrounded by children, and telling them all that he
thought would interest them, I am going to take out of my memory, and out of this book of his,
just as much of what he used to say as I hope will help you to enjoy what you will see there.
 When one goes to visit any place for the first time, there is always a great deal that one wants to have explained; and what I myself
most enjoy is to read or be told beforehand something about what I am going to see, and then I understand it much better—I do not waste
so much time in asking questions, and have all the more time to look about.
If we go and stand at the great West Door, as it is called, of Westminster Abbey, and look down Victoria Street, it is difficult to
believe that this very same place was, hundreds of years ago, quite wild country. Where there are now houses and streets and churches,
there used to be only marshy land and forests. Where there are now endless streams of carriages, carts, and omnibuses, and people
hurrying along, there were in the far-off time, when the Abbey Church of Westminster was first begun, only wild oxen or huge red deer
with towering antlers which strayed from the neighbouring hills and roamed about in this jungle. It used
 to be called "the terrible place," so wild and so lonely was it.
Dotted about in the marsh were many little islands, one of which was called Thorney Isle, because there were so many wild thorn trees
growing there, and on this spot Westminster Abbey now stands.
For as the forests in this part of London were gradually cut down, this island looked so pretty and quiet with the water flowing all
round it, and nothing to be seen from it but sunny green meadows, that King Edward the Confessor chose it as the place to build a great
church, which he called the Church of St. Peter. At that time there were not many large churches in England, and the Church of St. Peter
was thought to be one of the most splendid that was ever seen. It took fifteen years to build, but at last it was finished, and on
Christmas Day, 1065, King Edward the Confessor, wearing his crown, as was the custom in those days on great occasions, came with all his
 nobles to the first great service in the Abbey Church which he himself had built. He was then a very old man, and a few days after the
great service he was taken ill and died, and was buried in his own church. He is called the Founder of the Abbey, and you will see, when
you go round it, the shrine of King Edward and of his queen, who was afterwards buried at his side.
Now, there is only one more thing to be remembered before we begin to look round inside and decide what are the most interesting things
to see, and that is that this Abbey we are in to-day is not the actual Church of St. Peter which King Edward the Confessor built. Of
that church there is now left only a little bit of one pillar, which perhaps a guide will show you, within the altar-rail, in what is
called the "Sacrarium." I do not mean that the church was pulled down all at once, and this Abbey built instead, but bit by bit, as
years went on, it was added to and altered. New parts
 were built on by different kings—for Westminster Abbey is a church that has been all built by kings and princes—and as the new parts
were added, the old were gradually pulled down.
Of all the kings who helped to build and beautify the Abbey, Henry III. was the one who did most, and he spent on it such enormous sums
of money that he is often spoken of as one of the most extravagant kings England ever had. He made up his mind that the Abbey of
Westminster was to be the most beautiful church in the world, and he used to invite the best foreign artists and sculptors to come and
help to make plans and paintings and carvings for it. He it was who built the shrine where Edward the Confessor is now buried, in the
part of the choir behind where the communion table (formerly the high altar) now stands. It was when he was growing to be an old man
that he thought the founder of the Abbey ought to be treated with special honour and respect, and so almost the last thing he did
 in his life was to build this shrine, which stands in what is called Edward the Confessor's Chapel.
The king sent all the way to Rome—and in those days the journey was a very much longer and more difficult one than it is now—for the
mosaics and enamels which are still to be seen on the shrine; the workmen who made it came from Rome, where the best workmen were then
to be found; and the twisted columns round the shrine were made in imitation of the columns on some of the tombs in the great churches
When it was finished, in 1269, the old king himself, his brother Richard, and his two sons, Edward and Edmund, carried the coffin of
Edward the Confessor on their shoulders from the place where it had been buried in 1065 to the new chapel, and there it has rested to
this very day.
Years afterwards a great and magnificent
 chapel was added by Henry VII. at the east end of the Abbey, which was called after him. He was buried there when he died, and so were
his grandson, Edward VI., and Queen Elizabeth, and Mary Queen of Scots, and many others whose tombs you must look at by-and-by.
It was in the year 1509 that Henry VII. was buried in Westminster Abbey, just four hundred and forty-four years after the burial of King
Edward the Confessor. But in these four hundred and forty-four years the Abbey had been so much altered, the old parts so pulled down
and rebuilt, that King Edward could he have seen it again, would hardly have believed that this great Abbey, as we see it to-day, had
grown up from his first Church of St. Peter on Thorney Isle.
And now, as I have said enough about the building of the Abbey, we can go inside and begin to see some of the monuments and tombs of
which it is full.
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