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Burghley

Burghley

In a gust of tradition worthy of Gormenghast, every year St John’s College Cambridge sends original poetry in Latin and Greek written by a scholar of the college to Burghley (pron BUR-lee) House, ancestral home of the Cecil (pron See-SELL) family. It’s not clear what the Cecils do with the poetry, but judging from the chimneys, they have a lot of fireplaces. The first Lord Burghley (the gh is silent as in Conghway), William Cecil, was a minister of Elizabeth…

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