The Virgin Queen, Elizabeth I, passed on March 24, 1603, finishing the main Elizabethan age, a fantastic period in England’s set of experiences. Her rule of 44 years and four months “a far larger piece of a man’s age,” a contemporary noted.
Her lead casket was conveyed along the Thames around evening time, on a torchlit barge from Richmond Palace to Whitehall, where she lay in state for a month. What’s more, with a memorial service that saw her casket conveyed from Whitehall to Westminster Abbey on a funeral car drawn by ponies, shrouded with dark velvet and joined by six knights and a party of the most impressive friends of the domain, nothing was taken a risk with.
Of the burial service, Tudor recorder John Stow expressed: “Westminster was overcharged with large numbers of a wide range of individuals in their roads, houses, windows, leads and drains, that emerged to see the obsequy, and when they viewed her sculpture lying upon the final resting place, there was such a general moaning, moaning and sobbing as the like hath not been seen or known in that frame of mind of man.”
Today, nothing has been taken a risk with for Queen Elizabeth II’s burial service one week from now all things considered. What’s more, the public grieving for the finish of Britain’s subsequent Elizabethan age means to consistent a scared country.