The London Dead

In 1874 the Manor Park Cemetery Company (who still own and run the cemetery today) bought 115 acres of land on Hamfrith Farm from the British Land Company to open a new cemetery.

Not many people visit the KGC catacombs these days but anyone lucky enough to get the chance always sees this pair of coffins with their immortelles.

In the opposite transept to Poet's Corner stands a monument which is among the most renowned achievements of modern art, but which to me appears horrible rather than sublime.

Leach fell on hard times after the fire at the Bowery Theatre as other than Thomas Hamblin no one in the US seemed willing to engage him.

In late 1837, after almost eight years working exclusively on the continent, the American born performer Harvey Leach returned to England with a new identity, as the Neapolitan Signor Hervio Nano, and a sensational new act, the Gnome Fly.

From the February 1954 issue of the US comic 'Nightmare' I believe the name "Hop-Frog" was not that given to the dwarf by his sponsors at baptism, but it was conferred upon him, by general consent of the seven ministers, on account of his inability to walk

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Cases of suicide in cemeteries are not unknown today, but they are very rare.

Walking to Paddington Station last November, after spending the morning in Kensal Green cemetery, I found myself with a sudden urge to listen to ‘Miami’ by the Gun Club.

This anonymous article appeared in the New Court Gazette of Saturday 17 September 1842, when the cemetery was just 9 years old.

I think this was the first time that I have ever looked for a grave that I only knew from social media.

My friend Meriel and I were showing a visitor the catacombs at Kensal Green just before Christmas.

It’s nice to see that, at the Dissenter’s Chapel in Kensal Green Cemetery, someone has left flowers for Maharani Jind Kaur (1817-1863) and draped her wall plaque in fairy lights.

I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow.

I had few, if any, preconceived notions about Buffalo; in all honesty, until relatively recently I didn’t even know where it was.

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It doesn’t matter how much time you spend in a particular cemetery, there is always something that you haven’t seen, that you have somehow missed or overlooked.

The epitaph on the grave of Augustus Frederick Lindley, in Kensal Green Cemetery, notes that he was a friend of China and an enemy of oppression.

Like Westminster Abbey, St Paul’s Cathedral is not a place you pop into casually.

As for me, I see both the beauty and the dark side of the things; the loveliness of cornfields and full sails, but the ruin as well.

It was a freezing February visit to NYC; nighttime temperatures down to -8C and daytime only up to -1C in the sun, -10 with windchill taken into account.

This kindly looking old cove is the Reverend Basil Andrews, for forty years the chaplain at Kensal Green Cemetery.

Seated under the massive proportions of a handsome mausoleum erected to the memory of a distinguished citizen of Glasgow, we write the notes for this article on the Necropolis, a burying-place beautified by nature and art.

“Three soldiers of the Coldstream Guards were walking in Montgomery street.

'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.