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"
She
was
my
mother
!
"
"
My
God
!
"
groaned
the
Protector
as
he
reined
his
horse
backward
to
his
post
,
"
the
omen
was
pregnant
with
prophecy
.
He
is
gone
mad
again
!
"
Let
us
go
backward
a
few
hours
,
and
place
ourselves
in
Westminster
Abbey
,
at
four
o'clock
in
the
morning
of
this
memorable
Coronation
Day
.
We
are
not
without
company
;
for
although
it
is
still
night
,
we
find
the
torch-lighted
galleries
already
filling
up
with
people
who
are
well
content
to
sit
still
and
wait
seven
or
eight
hours
till
the
time
shall
come
for
them
to
see
what
they
may
not
hope
to
see
twice
in
their
lives
--
the
coronation
of
a
King
.
Yes
,
London
and
Westminster
have
been
astir
ever
since
the
warning
guns
boomed
at
three
o'clock
,
and
already
crowds
of
untitled
rich
folk
who
have
bought
the
privilege
of
trying
to
find
sitting-room
in
the
galleries
are
flocking
in
at
the
entrances
reserved
for
their
sort
.
The
hours
drag
along
tediously
enough
.
All
stir
has
ceased
for
some
time
,
for
every
gallery
has
long
ago
been
packed
.
We
may
sit
,
now
,
and
look
and
think
at
our
leisure
.
We
have
glimpses
,
here
and
there
and
yonder
,
through
the
dim
cathedral
twilight
,
of
portions
of
many
galleries
and
balconies
,
wedged
full
with
other
people
,
the
other
portions
of
these
galleries
and
balconies
being
cut
off
from
sight
by
intervening
pillars
and
architectural
projections
.
We
have
in
view
the
whole
of
the
great
north
transept
--
empty
,
and
waiting
for
England
's
privileged
ones
.
We
see
also
the
ample
area
or
platform
,
carpeted
with
rich
stuffs
,
whereon
the
throne
stands
.
The
throne
occupies
the
centre
of
the
platform
,
and
is
raised
above
it
upon
an
elevation
of
four
steps
.
Within
the
seat
of
the
throne
is
enclosed
a
rough
flat
rock
--
the
stone
of
Scone
--
which
many
generations
of
Scottish
kings
sat
on
to
be
crowned
,
and
so
it
in
time
became
holy
enough
to
answer
a
like
purpose
for
English
monarchs
.
Both
the
throne
and
its
footstool
are
covered
with
cloth
of
gold
.
Stillness
reigns
,
the
torches
blink
dully
,
the
time
drags
heavily
.
But
at
last
the
lagging
daylight
asserts
itself
,
the
torches
are
extinguished
,
and
a
mellow
radiance
suffuses
the
great
spaces
.
All
features
of
the
noble
building
are
distinct
now
,
but
soft
and
dreamy
,
for
the
sun
is
lightly
veiled
with
clouds
.
At
seven
o'clock
the
first
break
in
the
drowsy
monotony
occurs
;
for
on
the
stroke
of
this
hour
the
first
peeress
enters
the
transept
,
clothed
like
Solomon
for
splendour
,
and
is
conducted
to
her
appointed
place
by
an
official
clad
in
satins
and
velvets
,
whilst
a
duplicate
of
him
gathers
up
the
lady
's
long
train
,
follows
after
,
and
,
when
the
lady
is
seated
,
arranges
the
train
across
her
lap
for
her
.
He
then
places
her
footstool
according
to
her
desire
,
after
which
he
puts
her
coronet
where
it
will
be
convenient
to
her
hand
when
the
time
for
the
simultaneous
coroneting
of
the
nobles
shall
arrive
.
By
this
time
the
peeresses
are
flowing
in
in
a
glittering
stream
,
and
the
satin-clad
officials
are
flitting
and
glinting
everywhere
,
seating
them
and
making
them
comfortable
.
The
scene
is
animated
enough
now
.
There
is
stir
and
life
,
and
shifting
colour
everywhere
.
After
a
time
,
quiet
reigns
again
;
for
the
peeresses
are
all
come
and
are
all
in
their
places
,
a
solid
acre
or
such
a
matter
,
of
human
flowers
,
resplendent
in
variegated
colours
,
and
frosted
like
a
Milky
Way
with
diamonds
.
There
are
all
ages
here
:
brown
,
wrinkled
,
white-haired
dowagers
who
are
able
to
go
back
,
and
still
back
,
down
the
stream
of
time
,
and
recall
the
crowning
of
Richard
III
.
and
the
troublous
days
of
that
old
forgotten
age
;
and
there
are
handsome
middle-aged
dames
;
and
lovely
and
gracious
young
matrons
;
and
gentle
and
beautiful
young
girls
,
with
beaming
eyes
and
fresh
complexions
,
who
may
possibly
put
on
their
jewelled
coronets
awkwardly
when
the
great
time
comes
;
for
the
matter
will
be
new
to
them
,
and
their
excitement
will
be
a
sore
hindrance
.
Still
,
this
may
not
happen
,
for
the
hair
of
all
these
ladies
has
been
arranged
with
a
special
view
to
the
swift
and
successful
lodging
of
the
crown
in
its
place
when
the
signal
comes
.
We
have
seen
that
this
massed
array
of
peeresses
is
sown
thick
with
diamonds
,
and
we
also
see
that
it
is
a
marvellous
spectacle
--
but
now
we
are
about
to
be
astonished
in
earnest
.
