Tread softly past the long, long sleep of kings HIS IS Henry VII’s chapel in Westminster Abbey. These windows have filtered the sunlight of T five centuries. They have also seen the crowning of twenty-two kings. Three monarchs rest here now. Henry, Elizabeth and Mary. Such are their names in sleep. No titles. No trumpets. The banners hang battleheavy and becalmed. But still the royal crown remains. Honi soit qui mal y pente. When you go to Britain, make yourself this promise. Visit at least one of the thirty great cathedrals. Their famous names thunder! Durham and Armagh. Or they chime! Lincoln and Canterbury. And sometimes they whisper. Winchester, Norwich, Salisbury and Wells. Get a map and make your choice. Each cathedral transcends the noblest single work of art. It is a pinnacle of faith and an act of centuries. It is an offering of human hands as close to Abraham as it is to Bach. Listen to the soaring choirs at evensong. And, if you can, go at Christmas or Easter. You will rejoice that you did. For free illustrated literature, see your travel agent or write Box 690, British Travel Association. In New York-680 Fifth Ave.; In Los Angeles-612 So. Flower St.; In Chicago-39 So. LaSalle St.; In Canada-151 Bloor St. West, Toronto. Click here to return to the text.