Chapter 108 No.108

"When last this ruthful month was come,

And in Linlithgow's holy dome

The King, as wont, was praying;

While, for his royal father's soul,

The chanters sung, the bells did toll,

The bishop mass was saying-

For now the year brought round again

The day the luckless king was slain-

In Katharine's aisle the monarch knelt,

With