eople were so savage.'

'Come, come! no worse than other people,' Mr. Dallas put in.

'I do not know how it is with other people. I am thankful we have no
such monument in America. I shouldn't think snow would lie on the
Tower!'

'Doesn't often,' said Pitt.

'Think, Mrs. Dallas! I stood in that little chapel there,--the
prisoners' chapel,--and beneath the pavement lay between thirty and
forty people, the remains of them, who lay there with their heads
separated from their bodies; and some of them with no heads at all. The
heads had been set up on London bridge, or on Temple Bar, or some other
dreadful place. And then as we went round I was told that here was the
spot where Lady Jane Grey was beheaded; and there was the window from
which she saw the headless body of her husband carried by; and _there_
stood the rack on which Anne Askew was tortured; and there was the
prison where Arabella Stuart died insane; and here was the axe which
used to be carried before the Lieutenant when he took a prisoner to his
trial, and was carried before the prisoner when he returned, mostly
with the sharp edge turned towards him. I do not see how people used to
live in those times. There are Anne Boleyn and her brother, Lady Jane
Grey and her husband, and other Dudleys innumerable'--

'My dear, do stop,' said Mrs. Dallas. 'I cannot eat my dinner, and you
cannot.'

'Eat dinner! Did anybody use to eat dinner, in those times? Did the
world go on as usual? with such horrors on the throne and in the
dungeon?'

'It is a great national monument,' said Mr. Dallas, 'that any people
might be proud of.'

'Proud! Well, I am glad, as I said, that the sky is blue over America.'

'The blue looks down on nothing so fine as our old Tower. And it isn't
so blue, either, if you could know all.'

'Where are you going to take us next, Pitt?' Mrs. Dallas asked, to give
things a pleasanter turn.

'How did you like St. Paul's, Miss Betty?' her husband went on, before
Pitt could speak.

'It is very black!'

'That is one of its beauties,' remarked Pitt.

'Is it? But I am accustomed to purer air. I do not like so much smoke.'

'You were interested in the monuments?' said Mrs. Dallas.

'Honestly, I am not fond of monuments. Besides, there is really a
reminiscence of the Tower and the axe there very often. I had no
conception London was such a place.'

'Let us take her to Hyde Park and show her something cheerful, Pitt.'

'I should like above al