It passed between the ranks of prophets and martyrs whose Effigies flank the portal, and vanished with its banners and vestments down the long incline of Jacob's ladder towards the old town.
"Hospital Sketches"
Robert Swain Peabody
Remembering the marvelous history of the Knights and their often tragic taking off, while we stroll through the palace-lined streets of the capital in the still hours of the night, when the moon throws pale, suggestive shadows across the squares and street corners presided over by Effigies of saints, one can easily imagine the ghostly, armor-clad figure of a dead Knight, like Hamlet's father, revisiting its earthly haunts.
"The Story of Malta"
Maturin M. Ballou
Again under the night skies by the open grave, when the lanterns burned yellow and the white shaft of an automobile lamp bit out a hard band of glare, the figures of the burial party might have been Effigies, but once more the tight-drawn figure of that spare officer declared itself human because only something human could, without word or motion, convey such a declaration of suffering.
"The Tempering"
Charles Neville Buck