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“Following directly behind the bier were the servants who would, in earlier times, have been slaughtered at the graveside, along with a warrior's horse. Musicians and torchbearers came next, with the rear taken up by the mimes- sinister, silent figures in wax masks modelled on dead members of the family.”

Quote by Catharine Arnold

Work

Necropolis: London and Its Dead

This book delves into the rich history of London's cemeteries, offering insights into the lives and deaths of the city's inhabitants over centuries. It provides a detailed look at the architectural and cultural significance of these burial sites, as well as the social and political context of their times. more

Author

Catharine Arnold
Catharine Arnold

Catharine Arnold is a British historian and author renowned for her in-depth research into the history of London. Her works typically focus on the past of the city, offering readers an understanding of its transformations through detailed historical narratives and rich background information. more

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