e; how until the last fatal moment he was kept in merciful ignorance that he was not to die a soldier's death; how bravely he met his miserable fate; how he was buried under the gallows, and a peach-tree planted on the spot; how, forty years later, at the request of the Duke of York, his remains were disinterred and sent to England; how it was found that the peach-tree had twined its roots among his hair; how the funeral service was read over his remains on Nov. 28, 1821, in the abbey, by Dean Ireland, and this monument erected to his memory by George III.—are facts known to all. The Americans have treated his memory with generosity.
They wept at his death; they sent home his remains with every circumstance of honor.
Mr. Cyrus Field has erected a handsome monument which will mark for future generations the historic spot where he was executed.
On the top of the sarcophagus sits Britannia, mourning, beside her lion.
The bas-relief represents Washington in his tent, surrounded by hi