The Consul's monument, one of the cemetery's most prominent memorials, is a tall, fluted column surmounted by an urn draped with a mourning cloth. Erected by his widow, the inscription on the large, rectangular block upon which the column is based modestly records that Mark was born in Berwick on Tweed on 6th March 1782 and died at Alhaurin, a village near Malaga on 13th January 1849. It does not recount his rise from humble beginnings, his distinguished career in the Royal Navy or his service under Nelson. Nor does the inscription inform us, as his great grandson subsequently revealed, that he was known as 'Old Pomposo' at Malaga where his insistence on regularity in the life of his household became a byword - and where it was humorously observed that his wife produced his offspring always at regular intervals.
Meanwhile the cemetery's fame as a 'must' for the tourist itinerary had been assured when in 1845 John Murray in London published Richard Ford's two volume 'Handbook for Travellers in Spain' to wide critical acclaim. Despite its price, small print and over 1600 pages, 389 copies were sold in the first three months and it quickly became an essential accompaniment for English travellers daring to venture south of the Pyrenees into Spain, the land of brigands and civil war.
Ford's sense of humour is evident throughout. He urged travellers to Malaga to visit the cemetery, 'because it was the first permitted in our times for the repose of our heretical carcasses, which used to be buried in the sea sands like dead dogs, and below the low water mark; and even this concession offended orthodox fishermen, who feared that their soles might become infected.'
The cemetery also proved to be, 'a grand perquisite to the sexton, who when he had a grave to dig, was merrier at his work, as Shakespeare knew, than any unoccupied prince or bored and boring courtier.'
By the middle of the century, Malaga had become a busy commercial port with a substantial foreign community. Even Americans took up residence. One particular elegant, elevated rectangular tomb with scrollwork on its rounded corners is that of;
William P Beecher Citizen of the US of America Born in New Haven, Connecticut VII January MDCCLXXXXVII Died in Malaga XXIV October MDCCCL As a tribute to Departed Work THIS TOMB erected by his mourning friends is destined to commemorate the merits of His useful life
Four months later, the painter and future Royal Academician, David Roberts, spent three weeks with the Mark family during an extensive sketching trip in Spain. According to Mark's journal, he took Roberts on a tour of the cemetery 'where observing the pains I was taking to improve the situation, by planting trees in the adjoining ground, thereby forming an agreeable promenade', he made a drawing which he 'transferred to a lithographic stone that I may have numerous copies for the use of my friends'. Mark extended his hospitality to many other visitors, both living and dead, until 1849 when he joined Boyd and his companions in the 'sepulchral museum'.
In the older, walled part of the cemetery over thirty small rectangular children's graves, encrusted with seashells as symbols of immortality, also suggest that Malaga's climate was not always as benign as represented. One particular poignant reminder is a group of three tiny graves surrounded by a rectangular, low iron fence commemorating Henrietta, Graeme and Catherine Boyle who all died within two years in the 184's. Nor are all the children here English. Carl Herman Schopel was born in Hamburg on 14th April 1849 and died in Malaga on 3rd July 1852. Two French children lie near by.
Meanwhile William Mark's son and successor as Consul continued the care and embellishment of the cemetery with palms, eucalyptus, yucca, plumbago, wisteria and jasmine so that by the 1850's it became a popular gathering place for the living as well as the dead. The mining engineer and geologist Captain S. E. Widrington of the Royal Navy wrote of Málaga that:
'the greatest modern ornament of the place is undoubtedly the English burying ground.It is impossible to concieve any thing prettier than this spot, which is resorted to in the fine evenings, not only by resident foreigners, but by great numbers of Malagueños who have sufficient taste and liberality to admire both the arrangement and the object of it.'
In 1862 Hans Christian Anderson was so entranced after visiting the cemetery that he recalled that he had:
'walked in a most lovely garden. Here were myrtle hedges with blooms for thousands of bridal wreaths; tall geranium bushes encircled memorial tablets.Passion flowers twined their tendrils over many gravestone and pepper trees drooped their weeping branches over many a resting place. Here stood a solitary palm, there a rubber tree.Pretty children with laughing eyes played there. The whole garden is encircled by a hedge of wild cactus, over which one looks down to the broad, rolling sea.'
The style of many memorials suggests they were ordered from catalogues published by monument makers in late Nineteenth Century Britain. For example, a larger than life robed angel embracing a cross towers over the grave of 'Anne, the beloved wife of Edwin Plewes of Seville, who died at Málaga on 8th June, 1872, aged 43 years'. Similar Victorian images elsewhere in the cemetery include the winged hour-glasses, draped funery urns, clasped hands and rugged crosses shaped like tree trunks still found in old cemeteries in Britain. Those interred also include a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society, a barrister and member of Lincoln's Inn, a young man from London's St. John's Wood, and Elizabeth Martha Stewart of Kingstown, Ireland who died in 1870 and is commemorated by a seven foot tall elaborately carved, Celtic cross.
The cemetery was gradually expanded and by December 1900 could accommodate the mass burial of 62 officers and men of the Imperial German Navy's training ship 'Gneisenau' which sank just outside Málaga harbour. Allegedly the Captain when warned of an impending storm refused to fire up his cold boilers and put to sea, maintaining that his vessel could ride out the tempest. Unfortunately, his judgement proved disastrous and his ship was dashed to pieces against the rocks of the eastern harbour breakwater.
Some forty years later four other bodies recovered from the sea were brought to this hillside - an Australian Royal Air Force Flying Officer, a Royal Navy Commander and two RAF radio operator - air gunner Sergeants. Their white headstones lie in a single neat row, side by side in a white, gravelled rectangle a few yards away from Robert Boyd's memorial. One epitaph, that of Flight Sergeant C. A. Ross, particularly cleaves the heart:
My darling husband The war united us The war parted us I'll love your memory always
Until recently members of the English and Spanish Protestant community could still be buried in the cemetery. One of the most notable recent burials was Gerald Brenan, celebrated author of 'The Spanish Labyrinth', banned by Franco, 'South from Granada' and other modern classics about Spain.
When Brenan died at Alhaurin near Málaga in 1987 he willed his body to the University of Málaga for medical research. Fourteen years later, in December 2001, his ashes were deposited in the cemetery in a small ceremony presided over by the Mayor of Málaga and the Rector of the University. His grave, next to the older, walled portion, bears a simple marker inscribed:
Escritor Ingles Amigo de España. Next to him lies Gamel Woolsey, his American poet wife, beneath a plain stone with a single line from Shakespeare's 'Cymbeline': Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Another, and perhaps in its way equally thought provoking, inscription dates from 1998 and reads: 'Cats and books have been my best friends'.
Today, a busy avenida and a solid bulwark of square apartment blocks cuts off the cemetery from beach and sea. The view is therefore no longer 'glorious' as it was when described in 1865 by O'Shea. Worse, the hillside above sprouts yet more concrete apartment rectangles, and health concerns have moved the local authorities to prohibit further burials. Nevertheless, the cemetery with its well-tended trees, shrubs and flowering plants still remains an island of tranquillity amidst the surrounding urban sprawl, and offers visitors encouraging reminders of past endurance, faith and sacrifice. Hans Christian Andersen would still enjoy his 'favourite place'.