Westminster Abbey

Oh, and as if that weren't enough, in September 1495, his youngest daughter Elizabeth suddenly dies, aged three.

Henry has to watch her buried in Westminster Abbey, where her tombstone laments that Atropos, the Greek god who cuts the thread of life, has snatched her away.

It expresses Henry and his wife Elizabeth's hope that the poor little girl will have eternal life in heaven.

Put all that together, it's enough to drive a man to distraction, drink, or worse.

How would he ever pull out of the desolation and depression of those days? He had pledged himself to God, but where could he find the strength to go back to Africa? With man, it is impossible.

He found the strength in Westminster Abbey.

David Livingstone's tomb is still there.

Scott entered quietly, found the tomb, and knelt in front of it to pray.

Their secret wedding was said to have taken place in her family home, with only her mother, Jaquetta, and a few other ladies as witnesses.

Edward made up for this by crowning his bride in Westminster Abbey in a lavish ceremony.

Elizabeth wore a gown of purple velvet and walked barefoot under a purple canopy.

The king ruffled many feathers by choosing an Englishwoman with little wealth or position, whose family had fought on the wrong side of the war, even more so when he handed the Woodvilles wealth and power beyond their station.

Sir Richard Woodville fought valiantly for his son-in-law, but he was captured, and he and his son John were beheaded on Warwick's orders.

Edward was chased out of England, and Henry VI, though completely catatonic, was restored to the throne.

Elizabeth sought sanctuary inside Westminster Abbey with her mother and her three young daughters.

There she gave birth to a son, Edward.

that is most important.

If you look closely at certain scenes in the tapestry, such as the depiction of Edward the Confessor's completion of Westminster Abbey, you will see a peculiar and beautiful detail at the top border.

It even has a special stitch when this happens in the tapestry not used in the linear portions.

Breaking through the embroidered clouds is the hand of Almighty God.

The cities named after him still exist, as does Blantyne, Malawi's financial center, which was named after Livingston's birthplace.

Maybe it was his inspirational rags-to-riches story, starting out in a poor family working in a cotton factory and ending with a state funeral at Westminster Abbey.

Maybe it was his utmost hatred of slavery, as he made it clear again and again that everything he did in Africa had the ultimate goal of undermining the slave trade.

We'll let you decide for yourself if he was truly deserving of his place in history, as we make it our mission to explore the life of David Livingstone.

We don't know if these were his last wishes, but two of his most trusted companions, Chuma and Susi, took out his heart and buried it under a tree near the spot where he died, where the Livingston Memorial is located today.

The rest of his body was embalmed and shipped to Britain.

Back home, David Livingstone received a stately funeral at Westminster Abbey.

He was, once again, a beloved national hero, thanks partly to the New York Herald's campaign and Stanley's book, but also due to his death and the line of duty.

I have attended service in the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church in New York, where I heard the late Dr. John Hall.

I have attended service in Westminster Abbey in London.

I have visited some of the great cathedrals in Europe where service was being held.

but not any of these services have had for me the real interest that certain services among my own people have had.

Meeting High and Low in Europe i have gotten an education by meeting all classes of people in the united states i have been fortunate in getting much education by coming into contact with different classes of people in europe in the course of my journey across europe i visited in the fall of nineteen ten the ancient city of cracow the former capital of folland it was evening when we reached our destination and as we had been travelling all day without sighting an american or any one who spoke english i began to feel more at sea than i had ever felt before in my life i was a little surprised therefore as i was getting out of the omnibus to hear some one say in unmistakable american accent excuse me but isn't this booker t washington i replied that it was and added that i was very glad to hear that kind of a voice in this remote corner of europe in a few minutes i was exchanging notes with a man who once lived he said in the same part of the country i came from in west virginia he had come originally from poland and was i suspect a polish jew one of that large number of returned emigrants whom one meets in every part of eastern and southern europe the next day i met a very intelligent american lady though of polish origin who turned out to be the wife of the polish count who was the owner and proprietor of the hotel it was this lady who advised me to go and visit while i was in cracow the tomb of the polish patriot kosciusko

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i had learned in school as one of those revolutionary heroes who when there was no longer any hope of liberty for their own people in the old world had crossed the sea to help establish it in the new i knew from my school history what kosciusko had done for america in its early struggle for independence i did not know however until my attention was called to it in cracow what kosciusko had done for the freedom and education of my own people after his second visit to this country in seventeen ninety seven casco i learned made a will in which he bequeathed part of his property to this country in trust to thomas jefferson to be used for the purpose of purchasing the freedom of negro slaves and giving them instruction in the trades and otherwise seven years after his death a school of negroes known as the kosciusko school was established in newark new jersey the sum left for the benefit of this school amounted to thirteen thousand dollars the polish patriot is buried in the cathedral at cracow which is the westminster abbey of poland and is filled with memorials of the honored names of that country kosciusko lies in a vault beneath the marble floor of the cathedral as i looked upon his tomb i thought how small the world is after all and how curiously interwoven are the interests that bind people together here i was in this strange land further from my home than i had ever expected to be in my life and yet i was paying my respects to a man to whom the members of my race owed one of the first permanent schools for them in the united states when i visited the tomb of cascusco i placed a rose on it in the name of my race a few days later i took a day's journey by train and wagon into a remote part of the country districts of holland in order to see something of the more primitive peasant life of that region away up in the mountains we stopped at a little group of thatched roof cottages as i wanted to see what their homes looked like inside i knocked at the door of one of them and made some inquiry or other in english not expecting to get a reply that i could understand i was surprised to hear the man answer in fairly good english he told me that he had lived for a long time in detroit mich My companion, Dr. Robert E.

Park, who had also lived in that city, was soon talking familiarly with him about a famous rebel priest, Kolesinski, who had been a leader of the Polish colony in that city.

And I said, look, just to remind you, if there is an opportunity, I'd love to step in and help out.

I knew that I'd got other friends that were up in Westminster Abbey and overseeing some of the output there.

And a lot of what I did really was live compliance just to make sure that things weren't said that were inappropriate or if we'd had anybody getting involved with disrupting procedures, you know, trying to stop or run in front of the horses on the ceremonial or doing something that was unplanned.

There was a rehearsed script and there was a sense of reaction that was put in place by editorial policy, as you would expect.

I've done lots of singing, particularly when I was, again, when I was that sort of age.

So as in the chapel choir and did lots of stuff and was really fortunate to sing in like Symphony Hall and sing in Westminster Abbey and a few other sort of like quite, you know, stuff that at the time when you're a kid, it's just like, well, that's just normal, that's what you do.

But looking back, that was really cool singing with Simon Rattle in Symphony Hall.

That was really cool.