Little Windows

I looked through these little windows and not only did I see Victoria, I heard it too.

The Obsequies of an Egyptian Cat (1886) by John Reinhard Weguelin


They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake.


Victorian Family In Mourning

5 thoughts on “Little Windows

  1. I knew someone in undergrad who did a dissertation on coffin and other funeral pictures in Wisconsin this pretty much what all the illustrations in his thesis looked like.

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