Word: bierring
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...royal ties lie buried. At the three services great censers filled the air with smoking perfume, and in Bucharest the priests intoned a resonant Gregorian chant, while the bearded Patriarch stood robed in Biblical and almost regal splendor. Cried the Dowager Queen Marie, kneeling beside her husband's bier: "He was a saint! Oh, a saint on earth. ... I would gladly have given my own life could he have been spared!" Said King Michael, seeking to comfort her: "Don't cry, grandmama...
...door of Mansion House, Dublin, a queue of mourners formed last week, four abreast and stretching back a distance slightly greater than one mile. Within, tall white candles lighted the bier of a 34-year-old man robed in the habit of Our Lady of Carmel. His expression was serene. The pallid hands enfolded a crucifix resting upon his breast. This was Kevin Christopher O'Higgins, in life Vice President and Minister of Justice of the Irish Free State. Three undetected gunmen had murdered him from their automobile (TIME, July 18); and last week Free State citizens seemed even more...
...Mexico City next morning a huge crowd awaited the bier of Señora Calles which was transferred from the train to a hearse by members of the Cabinet and high army officers. President Calles entered his limousine, which followed the hearse at a walking pace as it passed along the magnificent Paseo de la Reforma, a tree-lined boulevard extending in an absolutely straight line for over a mile from the centre of the City to Grasshopper Hill...
Within, near the catafalque, Señora Torre Calles B 1 a n c a watched beside her mother's bier until, overcome, she fainted and was carried to one of the small, tastefully and delicately furnished apartments of the presidential family. Another daughter, Señora Ernestina Calles Robinson, recently, married to a Manhattan businessman, was en route to Mexico City from the U. S. The President stood for a long time beside the bier with three of his sons. His son, Rodolfo, is still suffering from the wound which he received when shot at by a policeman...
...snarling, he kept at bay for an hour these men who he supposed had come to harm his dead master. Hastily summoned, the valet of Count Széchényi at last soothed and called off Printz. That night he planted himself on stumpy, determined legs beside his master's bier, had to be leashed and dragged away when the morticians came...