THE PLAGUE.--THE FIRE.--WREN.--LONDON REBUILT
In the summer of 1665, the Great Plague appeared in the midst of the alarm
over the Dutch invasion. The three earlier visitations of the terrible
disease during Milton's youth were to be eclipsed in horror by this, the
last great one that England was to know. Little connection between dirt
and disease existed in the minds of even scientific men. Dirt was
condemned as unaesthetic; but that earth floors covered with rushes, mixed
with greasy bones and decaying cabbage leaves, had any connection with the
griping pain of the groaning child upon the cot, its father did not dream.
Some water was brought in pipes from Tyburn, but much of it was taken from
the polluted Thames near London Bridge and carried about the streets in
water-carts. How much was taken for bathing purposes may be imagined. When
a luxurious monarch like Louis XIV. found a bath no necessity, we need not
wonder that the English cartman, and blacksmith, and craftsman, housed in
his narrow tenements near Smithfield or in Southwark, considered it a
superfluity.
The summer of 1665 was hot and oppressive. All through the pitiless heat
the wretched inmates of the town, whence two hundred thousand of the
fortunate ones like Milton had fled, walked around the gloomy and deserted
streets gathering their dead. By September fifteen hundred were dying
every day. The heat was aggravated by the bonfires which were kept burning
in vain hope of purifying the atmosphere. Physicians, ignorant, but
heroic, remained at their posts, cupping and blistering, and uselessly
tormenting the helpless folk who with pathetic confidence looked to them
for salvation. Some men became insane, and some died of sheer fright. The
suddenness of the death was one of the most ghastly features of the
scourge. The mother who nursed her child at morning handed its little
corpse at night to the man with the bell and dreadful cart, and knew not
where its tender limbs were rudely thrust with the haste of a great terror
which possessed the wretched gravediggers.
Out of a population of less than seven hundred thousand, probably one
hundred thousand perished, and starvation and poverty stared many others
in the face.
[Illustration: Erected in 1564-70 by Sir Thomas Gresham, and burned in the
Great Fire in 1666.
_From an old engraving._]
Something must have been learned of the need of purer water, for we find
London, after the fire next year, bestirring itself to get a general
supply of water from a canal forty miles long, called "New River," which
conducted a supply from Chadswell Springs in Hertfordshire to a reservoir
at Islington.
The summer of 1666 was likewise hot and dry, and a furious gale blew for
weeks together. Conditions were the same as in Chicago before the
conflagration that in November, 1871, swept over 1,687 acres, which
covered a territory four miles long and nearly three miles wide, and
entailed a loss of $300,000,000, though half of the buildings were of
wood. The moment was as propitious for the fire fiend as when Mother
O'Leary's cow kicked over the lamp in the Windy City of the West. A
baker's oven took fire in Pudding Lane, two hundred and two feet from the
site of the present Fire Monument, which Wren erected in memory of it that
number of feet in height. The fire began on Sunday night. It was
twenty-four hours before the dazed citizens attempted organised relief,
but then it was too late. By Tuesday evening the flames had licked up
everything as far west as the Temple. The resolute king came to the help
of the inefficient mayor, and ordered gunpowder to be used to blow up
buildings and thus create open spaces where the fire would lack food. By
Thursday evening the fire had practically ceased, and the citizens who had
looked on at the destruction of their homes and churches and shops and the
inestimable treasures of the past, sought shelter for their weary limbs.
No telegraphic messages of sympathy, no carloads of provisions from
neighbouring cities poured in to their relief, and homeless children cried
for bread.
Evelyn, in describing the conflagration, says: "All the skie was of a
fiery aspect like that of a burning oven, and the light seen above forty
miles round about for many nights. God grant mine eyes may never behold
the sight--who now saw ten thousand houses all in one flame; the noise and
crackling and thunder of the impetuous flames; the shrieking of women and
children; the hurry of people, the fall of towers, houses, and churches
was like an hideous storme and the aire all about so hot and inflamed that
at last one was not able to approach it. The clouds also and smoke were
dismall and reached upon computation neere 56 miles in length. The poore
inhabitants were dispers'd about St. George's Fields and Moorefields, as
far as Highgate, and several miles in circle, some under tents, some under
miserable hutts and hovells, many without a rag or any necessary utensils,
bed or board, who from delicatenesse, riches, and easy accommodations in
stately and well-furnished houses, were now reduc'd to extremest misery
and poverty."
Pepys tells us that the entire lead roof of St. Paul's Cathedral, no less
than six acres by measure, "fell in, the melted lead running down into the
streets and into the crypt where books had been carried for safety." He
notes that the fire burned just as many parish churches as there were
hours from the beginning to the end of the fire.
Dryden, in the long section of his "Annus Mirabilis" which describes the
"Great Fire," has a few lines among his prosaic stanzas which bear
quotation:
"The ghosts of traitors from the bridge descend,
With bold fanatic spectres to rejoice:
About the fire into a dance they bend,
And sing their sabbath notes with feeble voice.
* * * * *
"A key of fire ran all along the shore,
And lightened all the river with a blaze:
The wakened tides began again to roar,
And wondering fish in shining waters gaze.
* * * * *
"The rich grow suppliant, and the poor grow proud:
Those offer mighty gain, and these ask more:
So void of pity is the ignoble crowd,
When others' ruin may increase their store.
* * * * *
"The most in fields like herded beasts lie down,
To dews obnoxious on the grassy floor;
And while their babes in sleep their sorrows drown,
Sad parents watch the remnants of their store."
The king, who for the time being had behaved in manly fashion, went back
to his dalliance with courtesans and "the burning lusts, dissolute court,
profane and abominable lives" of which Evelyn writes on the day of fast
and humiliation ordered for the occasion.
Though there was not a particle of proof that the Catholics had anything
whatever to do with the origin of the fire, the frenzy and prejudice of
the populace attributed it to them, and an inscription to that effect,
which later was erased, was placed upon the monument.
The fire destroyed eighty-eight churches besides St. Paul's, together with
the city gates, the Exchange, the Custom House, 13,200 dwelling-houses,
and four hundred streets. A space of 436 acres, two-thirds of the entire
city, was consumed; and property then valued at L7,335,000 was destroyed.
For six months London remained a chaos of rubbish heaps. Pepys writes that
in March he still saw smoke rising from the ruins. The eight churches in
the city proper that still remain practically as Milton saw them have been
described in detail. They are All Hallows Barking, St. Ethelburga's, St.
Andrew Undershaft, of Saxon foundation; St. Olave's, of Danish; and St.
Helen's, of Norman foundation; St. Catherine Cree, Austin Friars, which
was the Dutch church, and St. Giles's, Cripplegate, just beside the city
wall. Of the six others that were not destroyed, All Hallows by the wall
(Broad Street Ward) and St. Katherine Coleman (Aldgate) were rebuilt
later. The four that then remained but have since disappeared were St.
Christopher le Stocks, and St. Martin Outwich (Broad Street Ward),
All-Hallows, Staining (Tower Ward), and St. Alphage, Aldermanbury.
Forty churches were rebuilt after the fire, and these were all designed by
Sir Christopher Wren, who when he began his gigantic task was a young man
of thirty-five. Wren, who was a nephew of the Bishop of Ely, was trained
under Doctor Busby in Westminster School, and then at Wadham College,
Oxford, and was there noted by John Evelyn as a "miracle of a youth," "a
prodigious young scholar," who showed him "a thermometer, a monstrous
magnet, and some dials."
Wren was a little later one of the chief founders of the Royal Society,
and its first meetings were held in his rooms. As versatile and original
as Da Vinci, he excelled in Latin, mathematics, and astronomy, and was a
close student of anatomy, and other sciences as well. Ten years before the
Great Fire he was professor of astronomy in Gresham College, London, and
at the age of twenty-eight, he was elected to the professorship of
astronomy in Oxford. Before he was thirty and had done any work in
architecture, Isaac Barrow declared him to be "something superhuman."
About this time he invented an agricultural implement for planting, and a
method of making fresh water at sea. A year before the Fire he solved a
knotty problem in geometry which Pascal had sent to English
mathematicians. Says Hooke, "I must affirm that since the time of
Archimedes there scarce ever met in one man in so great a perfection such
a mechanical hand and so philosophic a mind." Had Wren never designed a
building he would have been famous for his achievements in the study of
the cycloid, in rendering practical the use of the barometer, in inventing
a method for the transference of one animal's blood to another, in methods
for noting longitude at sea, and for other studies and inventions too
numerous to mention.
Wren was a self-taught architect. Before the Fire he erected Pembroke
College Chapel at Cambridge, and the Sheldonian Theatre at Oxford. He then
visited Paris, where he saw Bernini, and made the most of observations of
the Louvre and such Renaissance work as Paris then afforded. His bent of
mind was wholly divergent from the Gothic, and as it proved, in the few
instances in which he introduced its features into his Renaissance
churches, the result was as incongruous as Chaucer's cap and gown upon a
Roman emperor.
London's calamity was the opportunity for this little man of mighty
intellect. Four days after the fire ceased he laid before the king the
sketch of his plan for the restoration of the city. He looked far into the
future, and in vision saw a splendid town built on a well-conceived,
harmonious plan. He proposed to have Ludgate Hill widen as it approached
St. Paul's, where it would divide into two broad streets around the
cathedral and leave ample space for its huge mass to be plainly viewed.
One of these streets should lead to the Tower and the other to the Royal
Exchange, which was to be the centre of the city. Around it should be a
great piazza, from which ten streets were to lead, and on the outer edge
of this piazza would be situated the Post-Office, the Mint, and other
important buildings. "All churchyards, gardens, and trades that use great
fires and noisome smells" were to be relegated to the country, and the
churches with their spires were to be placed in prominent positions on the
main thoroughfares.
All this meant present sacrifice for future good; but the short-sighted
and impatient Londoners thought of the crying needs of the present year
alone. The architect might implore and weep bitter tears, but all in vain.
London must rise again on its old, congested plan, with its crooked
alleyways and narrow courts. But, though the ground-plan was discarded,
Wren was to make the new city his monument. Besides St. Paul's he built
within and without the walls fifty parish churches, thirty-six of the
companies' halls, the Custom House, and much besides.
During the last eight years of Milton's life, the destruction of the walls
of St. Paul's went on and the new edifice was assuming shape in the mind
of its creator. The old walls were blown down by gunpowder explosions and
by battering-rams. This took about two years, and the clearing away of
rubbish and building the massive foundations, longer still. Several
schemes were considered and rejected, and the plan which finally took its
present form was not begun until the funeral wreaths were withered upon
Milton's grave. Into the history of this mighty structure we may not
enter. In 1710 the last stone of the lantern above the dome was laid by
Wren's son in the presence of the now aged architect and of all London,
which assembled for the proud spectacle. The fair walls, ungrimed by soot
and smoke, rose fresh and perfect, a monument to one of the greatest
geniuses of all time.
One building erected the year after Milton's death is worth mentioning as
an illustration of the consideration shown for the insane at that period.
Bethlehem Hospital, which has been referred to, was in Milton's time
situated on Bishopsgate Street Without. "This hospital stood in an obscure
and close place near unto many common sewers; and also was too little to
receive and entertain the great number of distracted Persons both men and
women," writes an old author. But the city with admirable public spirit
gave ground for a better site against London wall near Moorfields. A
handsome brick and stone structure 540 feet long was erected in 1675, and
large gardens were provided for the less insane. Over the gate were placed
two figures representing a distracted man and woman. This building had a
cupola surmounted by a gilded ball; there was a clock within and "three
fair dials without." Men occupied one end of the building, and women the
other. Hot and cold baths were provided, and there was a "stove room,"
where in the winter the patients might assemble for warmth. Considering
the ignorance of the time, astonishingly good sense was displayed in all
the arrangements, insomuch that two out of every three persons were
reported cured.
As if this were not enough for one man's work, Wren of course was busy all
these years with the care of all the churches. Before Milton died he had
been knighted, and lived in a spacious mansion in Great Russell Square. He
had by then rebuilt St. Dunstan's in the East in Tower Ward; St.
Mildred's, Bread Street Ward; St. Mary's, Aldermanbury; St. Edmund the
King's; St. Lawrence's, Jewry; St. Michael's, Cornhill, where he attempted
Gothic work; the beautiful St. Stephen's, Wallbrook; St. Olave's, Jewry;
St. Martin's, Ludgate; St. Michael's, Wood Street; St. Dionis's,
Langbourne Ward; St. George's, Botolph Lane; and the Custom House.
No interior, either of these or those that followed these, is so perfect
as St. Stephen's, Wallbrook. Architecturally speaking, it has been
questioned whether St. Paul's itself shows greater genius.
In most of his labours Wren was embarrassed by lack of adequate funds and
the caprice of his employers. Most of his churches were ingenious
compromises between his ideals and their necessities or whims. His spires
were in the Renaissance forms, but of endless variations. The most
beautiful are so placed as rarely to be seen to advantage. Probably the
most admired of all of them are St. Bride's and St. Mary le Bow. The
former, which overshadows the spot where Milton conceived the plan of
"Paradise Lost," is situated on a little narrow street called after St.
Bride or Bridget, the Irish maiden, who died in 525. She had a holy well,
which is commemorated by an iron pump within a niche upon its site.
[Illustration: BOW STEEPLE, CHEAPSIDE
_From a print published in 1798._]
The lofty spire of the church rises to an altitude of 226 feet, a trifle
higher than Bunker Hill Monument, in Charlestown, Massachusetts, which is
a measuring-rod for many Americans.
St. Mary le Bow is on the site of a Norman church of the Conqueror's time,
and so named because it was built on arches or "bows" of stone. This crypt
still remains. The steeple of the later church, which rang its bells above
the head of little John Milton on Bread Street, close by, was built a
hundred and fifty years before his birth; the church was said to have been
a rather low, poor building. Bow bells were nightly rung at nine o'clock,
but an old couplet shows that they were not always punctual:
"Clark of the Bow Bell, with the yellow lockes,
For thy late ringing, thy head shall have knockes."
To which the clerk responded:
"Children of Cheape, hold you all still,
For you shall have the Bow Bell rung at your will."
From the days when little Dick Whittington, a forlorn runaway, heard from
far Bow bells summon him back to London, the bells have played a notable
part in the life of Londoners. A true cockney is supposed to be one born
within hearing of these bells. Certainly the boy in Spread Eagle Court
deserved the title.
The spire of St. Mary le Bow rises a little higher than St. Bride's, and
bears a golden dragon nine feet long.
Upon the side of Bow Church, half hidden behind the tower, is an
inscription which the pilgrim to Milton's London will step aside to read.
It is on the tablet which was transferred from All Hallows Church, in
which Milton was baptised, when it was torn down. It closes with the
familiar lines of Dryden, the poet whom England most admired when this new
spire of Wren's was rising upon the ruins of the old, and close beside the
birthplace of the greatest soul ever born to London in all her two
millenniums of history.
"Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpassed,
The next in majesty, in both the last;
The force of nature could no farther go,
To make a third she joined the other two."
THE END.
Index
Aldersgate Street, 89, 122.
Aldgate, 155.
All Hallows, Barking, 143.
All Hallows Church, Bread St., 42, 45, 306.
All Hallows, Staining, tower of, 155.
Amersham, 116.
Andrewes, Bishop, 289.
"Arcades," 81.
"Areopagitica," 94.
Artillery Walk, 110, 119.
Ascham, Roger, 201.
Askew, Anne, 191.
Austin Friars, 24.
Austin Friars' Church, 185-188.
Bacon, Francis, 225.
Bancroft, Francis, 173.
Barbican, 95.
Bartholomew Close, 105.
Bartholomew Fair, 218.
Baroni, Leonora, 87.
Baxter, Richard, 107, 108, 197, 276.
Beaconsfield, 113, 115.
Beaumont, 288.
Bethlehem Hospital, 175, 303.
Billingsgate, 292.
Blake, Admiral, 257.
"Blindness, On His," Milton's ode, 104.
Blue Coat School, 195-199.
Boleyn, Annie, 132, 283.
Bread Street, 42-46, 120.
Browne, Robert, 68.
Buckingham, Duke of, 243, 256.
Buckinghamshire, 112-119.
Bunhill Fields, 111, 120.
Burke, Edmund, 116.
Burleigh, 226.
Caesar, Sir Julius, 174.
Cambridge, 57-77;
university life in Milton's time, 64.
Camden, William, 252, 266.
Caxton, William, 269.
Chalfont St. Giles, 111, 112.
Charles I., 244-248, 272, 274.
Charles II., 250, 262, 298.
Charing Cross, 99.
Charterhouse, 202-208.
Cheever, Ezekiel, 198.
Chenies, 112.
Chequer's Court, 118.
"Cheshire Cheese, The," 229.
Christ's Church, 197.
Christ's College, 59, 62.
Christ's Hospital, 195-199.
Civil War, 87, 92.
Clarendon, Earl of, 259.
"Comus," 80, 82, 96.
Conventual establishments, 22.
Covent Garden, 237-239.
Cranmer, Archbishop, 280.
Cromwell, Oliver, 59, 92, 101, 141, 180, 228, 244, 248, 249, 256-258,
261.
"Cromwell, Ode to," Milton's, 104, 106.
Cromwell, Richard, 105, 111.
Crosby Hall, 164-170.
Danish Remains in London, 20.
Darwin at Christ's College, 64.
Dickens on Old London Churches, 152-154.
Diodati, Charles, 88, 91.
Dryden, John, 122, 248, 297, 306.
Dutch in London, 186.
Education, Milton's Essay on, 94.
Eliot, Sir John, 134-136, 268, 270.
Elizabethan Age, 36.
Elizabeth, Queen, 208, 241, 262.
Ellwood, Thomas, 109, 111, 115.
Ely Cathedral, 71.
Ely Place, 221.
Emmanuel College, 60, 62.
Evelyn, 267, 296.
Exchange, The Royal, 184, 298.
Fire of London, The Great, 120, 145, 189, 295-298.
Fletcher, 288.
Forest Hill, 93.
Fox, George, 120.
Fox, John, 181.
"Fresher's Don't, The," 76.
Frobisher, Martin, 181.
Galileo, 86.
Gatehouse, Westminster, 267.
Geneva, Milton at, 87.
Gill, Alexander, Milton's schoolmaster, 53.
Globe Theatre, 286.
Gog and Magog, 190.
Gothic architecture, 26-30, 34.
Gray's Inn, 225.
Great Hampden, 117.
Great Kimble, 119.
Gresham College, 184.
Gresham, Sir Thomas, 172, 184.
Grey, Lady Jane, 132.
Grotius, Hugo, 85.
Grub Street, 111.
Guild Hall, The, 189-193.
Hakluyt, Richard, 266.
Hampden, John, 117-119, 268.
Hatton, Sir Christopher, 223.
Haw, The, 51.
Heminge and Condell, monument to, 193.
Henry VIII., 249.
Heylin, Peter, 261.
Hobson, 57.
Holbein, 157, 241.
Holborn, 98, 106, 225.
Hooker, Richard, 234.
Horton, 78-84, 92.
"Il Penseroso," 68, 82.
Inns of Court, 225-235.
Ireland, Horrors in, 92.
Italy, Milton in, 86.
James I., 262.
Jeffreys, Judge, 196, 234.
Jerusalem Chamber, 264.
Jesus College, 60.
Jewin Street, 107.
Jones, Inigo, 238, 240, 242, 262.
Jonson, Ben, 180, 228, 252.
Jordan's, 115.
Juxon, Bishop, 246, 280.
King's College Chapel, 67.
King, Edward, 82.
Knox, John, 116.
"L'Allegro," 82.
Lambeth Palace, 277-286.
Lasco, John a, 186, 188.
Laud, Archbishop, 144, 156, 281, 284.
Lawes, Henry, 81, 96, 97, 224.
Lincoln's Inn, 227-228.
Lincoln's Inn Fields, 98.
Lollard's Tower, 49, 282.
London, origin and early topography, 14-25.
London life in Milton's time, 38-40.
London Bridge, 289-291.
Long Acre, 237.
Lovelace, Richard, 268.
"Lycidas," 82, 83.
Manso, 87.
Mary of Modena, 278.
Marvell, Andrew, 104, 108, 247, 248.
"Massacre in Piedmont, On the Late," 104.
Massinger, 288.
Mermaid Tavern, 46.
Milborne, Sir John, almshouses built by, 154.
Mildmay, Sir Walter, 214.
Milton, Anne, sister of the poet, 43, 57, 83, 89, 124.
Milton, Christopher, brother of the poet, 43, 83, 92, 97, 124.
Milton, Deborah, daughter of the poet, 102, 107, 108, 124.
Milton, John, father of the poet, 42, 78, 92, 94, 97.
Milton, John, son of the poet, 102.
Milton, Mary, daughter of the poet, 98, 107, 108, 110.
Milton, Sarah, mother of the poet, 43, 83.
Milton Street, 111.
Minshull, Elizabeth, Milton's wife, 110, 123, 124.
More, Sir Thomas, 131, 166, 241.
Morland, Sir Samuel, 251.
"Morning of Christ's Nativity, On the," 72.
Newgate, 199.
Newton, Isaac, 249.
Norman remains in London, 21, 24.
Oxford, 62, 67, 93.
Painted Chamber, Westminster, 270, 272.
Paley, William, at Christ's College, 63.
Pall Mall, 100.
"Paradise Lost," 89, 105, 107, 111, 114, 120-122, 158.
"Paradise Regained," 114.
Paris, Milton in, 85, 88.
Parr, Old, 253.
Pembroke, Countess of, 169.
Penn, William, 115, 145.
Pepys, Samuel, 147-150.
Peter the Great, 145.
Petty France, 102.
Philips, Edward, 89, 94.
Philips, John, 89, 94.
Pindar, Sir Paul, 177.
Plague, The Great, 111, 293.
Plantagenet Period, 22, 28.
Powell, Anne, Milton's wife's mother, 97.
Powell, Mary, Milton's wife, 93, 95, 97, 102.
Prynne, 273.
Puritans at Cambridge, 60.
Pym, John, 260.
Queen's Head Tavern, 155.
Raleigh, Sir Walter, 133, 267, 268.
Ranelagh, Lady, 104.
Raphael cartoons, 248.
Reading, 92.
Red Cross Hall, 286.
Red Lion Square, 106.
Renaissance architecture, 30-33.
Richard II., 129.
Richard III., 129, 165, 190.
Rogers, John, 201, 216, 287.
Roman remains in London, 16.
Runnymede, 84.
Salmasius, 102.
St. Andrew Undershaft, church of, 158.
St. Bartholomew the Great, church of, 24, 211-215.
St. Bartholomew's Hospital, 215.
St. Bride's Church, 305.
St. Bride's Churchyard, 89.
St. Catherine Crees Church, 156.
St. Ethelburga's Church, 175-176.
St. Etheldreda's Church, 221-222.
St. George's Chapel, Windsor, 248.
"Saint Ghastly Grim," 152.
St. Giles's Church, Cripplegate, 38, 97, 107, 120, 123, 178-183.
St. Helen's Church, Bishopsgate, 24, 171-175.
St. James's Palace, 100, 246, 248.
St. James's Park, 99, 103.
St. John's Gate, 209.
St. John, Knights of, 209.
St. Jude's Church, 156.
St. Margaret's Church, 104, 268, 275.
St. Martin's Lane, 99.
St. Martin in the Fields, 100.
St. Mary Aldermanbury, church of, 104, 193.
St. Mary Aldermary, church of, 110.
St. Mary le Bow, church of, 305.
St. Mary Overy's Church, 24, 287.
St. Olave's Church, 146.
St. Paul's, old cathedral, 48, 121, 297;
new cathedral, 302.
St. Paul's Cross, 50.
St. Paul's School, 48, 52;
early cathedral body, 23.
St. Peter's Church, 126, 132.
St. Saviour's, Southwark, 287.
St. Sepulchre's Church, 199.
St. Stephen's Chapel, 270.
St. Stephen's, Wallbrook, church of, 33, 304.
"Samson," 89.
Sanctuary, Westminster, 269.
Saxon names in London, 17.
Scotland Yard, 101, 102, 240.
Scudamore, Lord, 85, 103.
Selden, 233.
Shakespeare, 165, 255, 288.
Sidney, Algernon, 107.
Sidney Sussex College, 59, 62.
Skinner, Cyriack, 97, 104, 108.
Smithfield, 215-220.
Smith, John, Captain, 200.
Somerset House, 239, 257.
Spencer, Sir John, 166, 174.
Spenser, Edmund, 254.
Sprat, Thomas, dean of Westminster, 258.
Spread Eagle Court, 45.
Spring Gardens, 99, 101, 103.
Staple Inn, 266.
Star Chamber, 270, 272.
Stow, John, 158-163.
Strode, William, 261.
Sutton, Thomas, 204.
Tabard Inn, 286.
Temple, The, 228-235.
Temple Bar, 229.
Temple Church, The, 229.
Thackeray on the Charterhouse, 206.
Throckmorton, Sir Nicholas, 157, 193.
Tower Hill, 139, 144.
Tower of London, The, 126-136.
Toynbee Hall, 156.
Trafalgar Square, 99, 100.
Trinity College Library, Milton manuscript in, 73, 89.
Turner, William, 150.
Tyndale, 201.
Usher, Archbishop, 247, 265.
Vane, Sir Harry, 91, 99, 107, 136-141.
Vane, Milton's Ode to, 104.
Waller, Edmund, 116.
Wendover, 117.
Westminster Abbey, 250-266.
Westminster Assembly, 264.
Westminster Hall, 261, 274.
Westminster Palace, 269.
Westminster School, 266.
Whitechapel, 156.
Whitehall, 99, 101, 240-250.
Whittington's Palace, 145.
Williams, Roger, 61, 188, 204.
Windsor, 79, 248.
Wolsey, Cardinal, 241.
Woodcocke, Katharine, 104, 193, 195, 275.
Wotton, Sir Henry, 85, 124.
Wren, Sir Christopher, 184, 240, 263, 266, 299-304.
York Street, 102.
Young, Milton's early preceptor, 47.
Footnotes:
[1] ONE OF MILTON'S TWO EPITAPHS ON HOBSON
"Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt,
And here, alas, hath laid him in the dirt;
Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one,
He's here stuck in a slough, or overthrown.
'Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known,
Death was half glad when he had got him down;
For he had any time these ten years full,
Dodged with him, betwixt Cambridge and the 'Bull,'
And surely death could never have prevailed,
Had not his weekly course of carriage failed.
But lately finding him so long at home,
And thinking now his journey's end was come,
And that he had ta'en up his latest inn,
In the kind office of a chamberlain,
Showed him his room, where he must lodge that night,
Pulled off his boots and took away the light;
If any ask for him, it shall be said,
'Hobson has supt and's newly gone to bed.'"
[2] It is interesting here to contrast John Morley's judgment with that of
Clarendon:
"Surrounded by men who were often apt to take other views, Pym, if ever
English statesmen did, took broad ones; and to impose broad views upon the
narrow is one of the things that a party leader exists for. He had the
double gift, so rare even among leaders in popular assemblies, of being at
once practical and elevated; a master of tactics and organising arts, and
yet the inspirer of sound and lofty principles. How can we measure the
perversity of a king and counsellors who forced into opposition a man so
imbued with the deep instinct of government, so whole-hearted, so keen of
sight, so skilful in resource as Pym?"
Transcriber's Notes:
Passages in italics are indicated by _italics_.
Images have been moved from the middle of a paragraph to the closest
paragraph break.
Punctuation has been corrected without note.
"Thockmorton" has been corrected to "Throckmorton" in the index.