LE ROY EST MORT.
In February of the year 1685, King Charles II. died.
Sir Christopher himself brought us the news from Sherborne, whither
he had gone, as was his wont, to the weekly ordinary. He clattered
up the lane on his cob, and halted at our gate.
'Call thy father, child. Give you good day, Madam Eykin. Will your
husband leave his books and come forth for a moment? Tell him I have
news.'
My father rose and obeyed. His gown was in rags; his feet were clad
in cloth shoon, which I worked for him; his cheek was wasted; but
his eye was keen. He was lean and tall; his hair was as white as Sir
Christopher's, though he was full twenty years younger.
'Friend and gossip,' said Sir Christopher, 'the King is dead.'
'Is Charles Stuart dead?' my father replied. 'He cumbered the earth
too long. For five-and-twenty years hath he persecuted the saints.
Also he hath burnt incense after the abomination of the heathen. Let
his lot be as the lot of Ahaz.'
'Nay; he is buried by this time. His brother the Duke of York hath
been proclaimed King.'
'James the Papist. It is as though Manasseh should succeed to Ahaz.
And after him Jehoiakim.'
'Yet the bells will ring and we shall pray for the King; and wise
men, friend Eykin, will do well to keep silence.'
'There is a time to speak and a time to keep silence. It may be that
the time is at hand when a godly man must stretch forth his hand to
tear down the Scarlet Woman, though she slay him in the attempt.'
'It may be so, my friend; yet stretch not forth thine hand until
thou art well assured of the Divine Command. The King is dead. Now
will my son-in-law ring out the bells for the new King, and we shall
pray for him, as we prayed for his brother. It is our duty to pray
for all in authority, though to the prayers of a whole nation there
seemeth, so far as human reason can perceive, no answer.'
'I for one will pray no more for a King who is a Papist. Rather will
I pray daily for his overthrow.'
'King Charles is said to have received a priest before he died. Yet
it is worse that the King should be an open than a secret Catholic.
Let us be patient, my friend, and await the time.'
So he rode up the village, and presently the bells were set
a-ringing, and they clashed as joyously, echoing around the Corton
Hills, as if the accession of King James II. was the only thing
wanted to make the nation prosperous, happy, and religious.
My father stood at the gate after Sir Christopher left him. The wind
was cold, and the twilight was falling, and his cassock was thin,
but he remained there motionless, until my mother went out and drew
him back to the house by the arm. He went into his own room, but he
read no more that day.
In the evening he came forth and sat with us, and while I sat
sewing, my mother spinning by the light of the fire, he discoursed,
which was unusual with him, upon things and peoples and the best
form of government, which he held to be a Commonwealth, with a
strong man for President. But he was to hold his power from the
people, and was to lay it down frequently, lest he should in his
turn be tempted to become a King. And if he were to fall away from
righteousness, or to live in open sin, or to be a merry-maker, or
to suffer his country to fall from a high place among the nations,
he was to be displaced, and be forced to retire. As for the man
Charles, now dead, he would become, my father said, an example
to all future ages, and a warning of what may happen when the
doctrine of Divine Right is generally accepted and acted upon;
the King himself being not so much blamed by him as the practice
of hereditary rule which caused him to be seated upon the throne,
when his true place, my father said, was among the lacqueys and
varlets of the palace. 'His brother James,' he added, 'hath now
an opportunity such as is given to few--for he may become another
Josiah. But I think he will neglect that opportunity,' he concluded;
'yea, even if Hilkiah, the priest, were to bring him a message from
Huldah, the prophetess; for he doth belong to a family which, by the
Divine displeasure, can never perceive the truth. Let us now read
the Word, and wrestle with the Lord in prayer.'
Next we heard that loyal addresses were poured in from all
quarters congratulating the King, and promising most submissive
obedience. One would have thought that the people were rejoiced
at the succession of a Roman Catholic; it was said that the King
had promised liberty of conscience unto all; that he claimed that
liberty for himself, and that he went to Mass daily and openly.
But many there were who foresaw trouble. Unfortunately, one of them
was Sir Christopher, who spoke his mind at all times too fiercely
for his safety. Mr. Boscorel, also, was of opinion that civil war
would speedily ensue.
'The King's friends,' he said, 'may for a time buy the support of
the Nonconformists, and make a show of religious liberty. Thus may
they govern for a while. But it is not in the nature of the Roman
Catholic priest to countenance religious liberty, or ever to sit
down contented with less than all the pie. They must for ever
scheme and intrigue for more power. Religious liberty? It means to
them the eternal damnation of those who hold themselves free to
think for themselves. They would be less than human if they did
not try to save the souls of the people by docking their freedom.
They must make this country even as Spain or Italy. Is it to be
believed that they will suffer the Church to retain her revenues,
or the universities to remain out of their control? Nay, will they
allow the grammar schools to be in the hands of Protestants? Never!
The next generation will be wholly Catholic, unless the present
generation send King and priests packing.'
These were treasonable words, but they were uttered in the hall of
the Manor House with no other persons present than Sir Christopher
and the Rector himself.
'Seeing these things, son-in-law,' said Sir Christopher, 'what
becomes of Right Divine? Where is the duty of Non-Resistance?'
'The doctrine of Right Divine,' said Mr. Boscorel, rubbing his nose,
'includes the Divine institution of a Monarchy, which, I confess, is
manifestly untenable, because the Lord granted a King to the people
only because they clamoured for one. Also, had the institution been
of Divine foundation, the Jews would never have been allowed to live
under the rule of Judges, Tetrarchs, and Roman Governors.'
'You have not always spoken so plainly,' said Sir Christopher.
'Nay; why be always proclaiming to the world your thoughts and
opinions? Besides, even if the doctrine of Non-Resistance were
sound, there may be cases in which just laws may be justly set
aside. I say not that this is one, as yet. But if there were danger
of the ancient superstitions being thrust upon us to the destruction
of our souls, I say not that we should meekly sit down. Nay; if a
starving man take a loaf of bread, there being no other way possible
to save his life, one would not, therefore, hold him a thief. Yet
the law remains.'
'Shall the blood which hath been poured out for the cause of liberty
prove to be shed in vain?' asked Sir Christopher.
'Why, Sir,' said the Rector, 'the same question might be asked in
France, where the Protestants fought longer and against greater odds
than we in this country. Yet the blood of those martyrs hath been
shed, so far as man can see, in vain; the Church of Rome is there
the conqueror indeed. It is laid upon the Protestants, even upon us,
who hold that we are a true branch of the ancient Apostolic Church,
to defend ourselves continually against an enemy who is always at
unity, always guided by one man, always knows what he wants, and
is always working to get it. We, on the other hand, do not know
our own minds, and must for ever be quarrelling among ourselves.
Nevertheless, the heart of the country is Protestant; and sooner or
later the case of conscience may arise whether--the law remaining
unchanged--we may not blamelessly break the law.'
That case of conscience was not yet ripe for consideration. There
needed first many things--including the martyrdom of saints and
innocent men and poor, ignorant rustics--before the country roused
herself once more to seize her liberties. Then as to that poor
doctrine of Divine Right, they all made a mouthful of it, except
only a small and harmless band of Nonjurors.
At the outset, whatever the opinions of the people--who could have
been made to rise as one man--the gentry remained loyal. Above all
things, they dreaded another civil war.
'We must fain accept the King's professions,' said the Rector. 'If
we have misgivings, let us disguise them. Let us rather nourish the
hope that they are honestly meant; and let us wait. England will not
become another Spain in a single day. Let us wait. The stake is not
yet set up in Smithfield, and the Inquisition is not yet established
in the country.'
It was in this temper that the King's accession found Sir
Christopher. Afterwards, he was accused of having harboured designs
against the King from the beginning. That, indeed, was not the case.
He had no thought of entering into any such enterprise. Yet he never
doubted that in the end there would be an uprising against the rule
of the priests. Nor did he doubt that the King would be pushed on by
his advisers to one pretension after another for the advancement of
his own prerogative and the displacement of the Protestant Church.
Nay, he openly predicted that there would be such attempts; and
he maintained--such was his wisdom!--that, in the long run, the
Protestant faith would be established upon a surer foundation than
ever. But as for conspiring or being cognisant of any conspiracy,
that was untrue. Why, he was at this time seventy-five years of
age--a time when such men as Sir Christopher have continually before
their eyes Death and the Judgment.
As for my father, perhaps I am wrong, but in the daily prayers of
night and morning, and in the grace before meat, he seemed to find
a freer utterance, and to wrestle more vehemently than was his wont
on the subject of the Scarlet Woman, offering himself as a willing
martyr and confessor, if by the shedding of his blood the great day
of her final overthrow might be advanced; yet always humble, not
daring to think of himself as anything but an instrument to do the
will of his Master. In the end, his death truly helped, with others,
to bring a Protestant King to the Throne of these isles. And since
we knew him to be so deep a scholar, always reading and learning,
and in no sense a man of activity, the thing which he presently did
amazed us all. Yet we ought to have known that one who is under the
Divine command to preach the Word of God, and hath been silenced by
man for more than twenty years, so that the strength of his manhood
hath run to waste and is lost--it is a most terrible and grievous
thing for a man to be condemned to idleness!--may become like unto
one of those burning mountains of which we sometimes read in books
of voyages. In him, as in them, the inner fires rage and burn,
growing ever stronger and fiercer, until presently they rend asunder
the sides of the mountain and burst forth, pouring down liquid fire
over the unhappy valleys beneath, with showers of red-hot ashes to
destroy and cover up the smiling homesteads and the fertile meadows.
It is true that my father chafed continually at the inaction forced
upon him, but his impatience was never so strong as at this time,
namely, after the accession of King James. It drove him from his
books and out into the fields and lanes, where he walked to and fro
waving his long arms, and sometimes crying aloud and shouting in the
woods, as if compelled to cry out in order to quench some raging
fever or heat of his mind.
About this time, too, I remember, they began to talk of the exiles
in Holland. The Duke of Monmouth was there with the Earl of Argyle,
and with them a company of firebrands eager to get back to England
and their property.
I am certain now that my father (and perhaps through his
information, Sir Christopher also) was kept acquainted with the
plots and designs that were carried on in the Low Countries. Nay, I
am also certain that his informant was none other than Humphrey, who
was still in Leyden. I have seen a letter from him, written, as I
now understand, in a kind of allegory or parable, in which one thing
was said and another meant. Thus, he pretends to speak of Dutch
gardening:--'The gardeners,' he says, 'take infinite pains that
their secrets shall not be learned or disclosed. I know, however,
that a certain blue tulip much desired by many gardeners in England,
will be taken across the water this year, and I hope that by next
year the precious bulb may be fully planted in English soil. The
preparation of the soil necessary for the favourable reception of
the bulb is well known to you, and you will understand how to mix
your soil and to add manure and so forth. I myself expect to finish
what I have to do in a few weeks, when I shall cross to London, and
so ride westwards, and hope to pay my respects to my revered tutor
in the month of June next. It may be that I shall come with the
tulip, but that is not certain. Many messages have been received
offering large sums of money for the bulb, so that it is hoped that
the Dutch gardeners will let it go.
'From H. C.'
The tulip, in a word, was the Duke of Monmouth, and the Dutch
gardeners were the Scotch and English exiles then in Holland,
and the English gardeners were the Duke's friends, and H. C. was
Humphrey Challis.
I think that Sir Christopher must have known of this correspondence,
because I now remember that my father would sit with him for many
hours looking at a map of England, conversing long and earnestly,
and making notes in a book. These notes he made in the Arabic
character, which no one but himself could read. I therefore suppose
that he was estimating the number of Nonconformists who might be
disposed to aid in such an enterprise as Humphrey's 'gardeners' were
contemplating.
Robin, who certainly was no conspirator, also wrote a letter from
Leyden about this time saying that something was expected, nobody
knew what; but that the exiles were meeting constantly, as if
something was brewing.
It was about the first week of June that the news came to us of
Lord Argyle's landing. This was the beginning. After that, as
you will hear, the news came thick and fast; every day something
fresh, and something to quicken the most sluggish pulse. To me, at
least, it seemed as if the breath of God Himself was poured out
upon the country, and that the people were everywhere resolved
to banish the accursed thing from their midst. Alas! I was but a
simple country maid and I was deceived! The accursed thing was to
be driven forth, but not yet. The country party hated the Pope, but
they dreaded civil war; and, indeed, there is hardly any excuse for
that most dreadful scourge except the salvation of the soul and the
safeguarding of liberties. They would gladly welcome a rising, but
it must be general and universal. They had for five-and-twenty years
been taught the wickedness of rebellion, and now there was no way
to secure the Protestant Faith except by rebellion. Unhappily, the
rebellion began before the country gentlemen were ready to begin.