I found them winding of Marcelloâs corpse.
And there was such a solemn melody,
âTwixt doleful songs, tears, and sad elegiesâ â
Such as old grandames, watching by the dead,
Are wont to outwear the night with.
Old Play
I found them winding of Marcelloâs corpse. And there was such a solemn melody, âTwixt doleful songs, tears, and sad elegiesâ â Such as old grandames, watching by the dead, Are wont to outwear the night with.
The mode of entering the great tower of Coningsburgh Castle is very peculiar, and partakes of the rude simplicity of the early times in which it was erected. A flight of steps, so deep and narrow as to be almost precipitous, leads up to a low portal in the south side of the tower, by which the adventurous antiquary may still, or at least could a few years since, gain access to a small stair within the thickness of the main wall of the tower, which leads up to the third story of the buildingâ âthe two lower being dungeons or vaults, which neither receive air nor light, save by a square hole in the third story, with which they seem to have communicated by a ladder. The access to the upper apartments in the tower which consist in all of four stories, is given by stairs which are carried up through the external buttresses.