Then in the White Tower we see the place where Essex wuz killed and the rooms occupied by Sir Walter Raleigh, and in the Brick Tower we see the prison where Walter spent the last days of his life. I wondered if through the long, dreary hours them real good words of hisen wuz any comfort to him:
“Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
My staffe of faith to walk upon;
My scrip of joye—immortal diet—
My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope’s true gage;
—And thus I take my pilgrimage.
“Blood must be my body’s balmer,
While my soul, like peaceful palmer,
Travelleth toward the land of Heaven.