CHAPTER IV.

HOW CHARLES WAS LODGED IN THE EPISCOPAL PALACE; AND HOW DOCTOR CROSBY

PREACHED BEFORE HIS MAJESTY IN THE CATHEDRAL.

The ancient episcopal palace--which had been prepared, as well as

circumstances would permit, for the reception of the king and his

suite--was a large and stately pile, and, from its size, grandeur,

and the number of apartments it contained, was well fitted to be the

temporary residence of a monarch--even had that monarch been firmly

settled on the throne--and, indeed, it was again occupied by royalty at

a later date, when George III. and his queen visited Worcester in 1788.

By far the most important mansion in the city, it occupied a commanding

position on the left bank of the river, and from its fine bay windows

presented a very imposing façade. The roof was lined with battlements,

towers, and belfries, and on the highest of these towers the royal

standard now floated, while sentries were stationed at the river gate,

and at the upper gateway. The palace was surrounded by high embattled

walls, within which was a garden laid out in the old formal style, and

boasting a broad terrace. The garden had been utterly neglected by

the Roundheads, and the terrace was covered with grass. Internally,

the mansion, which was erected probably about the beginning of the

sixteenth century, contained a noble hall, with a richly carved screen,

an exquisite chapel, a carved oak staircase of great beauty, conducting

to a long gallery, the deeply embayed windows of which, while they

embellished the exterior, commanded fine views of the country, and the

broad intermediate tract once known as Malvern Chase, but now a most

fertile district, through which, as Dyer sings,

----the wide

Majestic wave of Severn slowly rolls.

Considerable damage had been done to the gallery and the rooms opening

from it by the Roundheads, who had torn down the fine old tapestry once

adorning the oak panels, and injured the carvings. Most of the old

furniture, being of oak, had withstood a great deal of barbarous usage,

and an immense ponderous bedstead, in which many a bishop had reposed,

was prepared for his majesty. A good many other beds had to be provided

for the king's suite, and for his large retinue of servants, but this

was satisfactorily accomplished, and luckily there were rooms enough

to accommodate all. Fortunately, also, the mansion possessed a vast

kitchen, having no fewer than three large grates, whence hospitality

had been dispensed by the worthy prelates in the olden time. At these

three grates cooks had been at work, roasting and boiling, throughout

the day.

The first persons presented to the king on his arrival at the palace

were Lord Talbot, Sir John Pakington, and Colonel Mervin Touchet,

who had been kept prisoners by the commandant of the garrison. Lord

Talbot and Sir John said they had only waited to see his majesty, and

were about to depart instantly to raise recruits for his service, but

Charles would have them stay and dine with him. Another person whom the

king was delighted to see was Doctor Crosby, the loyal divine, who had

suffered imprisonment for his zeal in his majesty's behalf.

Dinner was served in the great hall, and what it wanted in

ceremoniousness was more than compensated for by abundance of viands

and excellence of wine. Not much form was observed. The mayor occupied

a seat on his majesty's right, and the sheriff on the left. Grace was

said by Doctor Crosby. We shall not particularise the dishes, but

we must mention that a Severn salmon of prodigious weight--quite a

regal fish, that had allowed itself obligingly to be captured for the

occasion--was set before the king. Moreover, the stewed lampreys were

an entirely new delicacy to his majesty, and pleased him greatly.

Charles was in high spirits, and laughed and jested in the most

good-humoured manner with those near him. Of a very sanguine

temperament, he had never doubted the success of his expedition, and

the events--unimportant as they were--that had occurred since his

arrival before Worcester heightened his confidence. For the first time

he had been victorious, and had been warmly welcomed by his subjects.

He had been assured that a great number of recruits could be raised in

the county before the general Muster took place at Pitchcroft, and he

felt certain Lord Derby would bring him large levies from Lancashire

and Cheshire. He would then give battle to Cromwell, defeat him, and

march on triumphantly to London. His confidence seemed to be shared

by all the nobles and general officers present--even by the cold

and cautious Lesley. While quaffing their claret and burgundy, they

predicted the utter defeat of old Noll and the destruction of all

rebels.

Next day, being Sunday, was comparatively calm after the great previous

excitement. Not that the city had by any means resumed its ordinary

aspect--that was clearly impossible with a large army encamped outside

the walls, and many regiments quartered within them--but the Scottish

soldiers, being strict observers of the Sabbath, conducted themselves

in a very orderly and decorous manner. Much preaching was there in

the camps at Red Hill and Pitchcroft, and officers might be heard

reading the Bible and holding forth upon sacred texts to their men, who

listened with the profoundest attention.

All the churches--and Worcester, as we know, abounded in churches--were

filled with congregations in which the military element predominated;

but the cathedral--as might be expected, since it was known that

the king would attend divine service there--collected within it all

the principal personages of the city, all the chief officers of the

army, and as many regiments as the vast pile could contain. Never,

perhaps, before or since, has the interior of this grand old edifice

presented such a striking sight as it did on this memorable occasion.

Its marble monuments and effigies, its chantry and lady-chapel, had

been mutilated, as we have already told, by the Roundheads, but these

injuries were now concealed from view by the throng collected within

the aisles of the choir and the retro-choir. Owing likewise to the

attention being directed to other objects, the loss of the splendid

painted glass in the windows was scarcely noticed. The majestic pillars

lining the broad nave rose up amid a mass of troops that not only

occupied the body of the fane, but the aisles. Seen from the entrance

of the choir, paved with steel caps, and bristling with pikes, muskets,

and carabines--for the men all carried their arms--the nave presented

an extraordinary coup-d'oeil. Stationed within the south transept,

Pitscottie's Highlanders contributed materially to the effect of the

picture. All the nobles in attendance upon the king, with the general

officers, occupied the stalls in the choir--Charles being seated in the

bishop's throne.

As this was the first time on which the service of the Church of

England had been performed within the cathedral since its desecration

by the Parliamentarians, it may be conceived with what satisfaction

the members of that religion were enabled to resume their own form

of worship within it--and this satisfaction was heightened by the

circumstances under which they came back. The organ was gone, but the

military music substituted seemed not inappropriate to an occasion

when hymns of triumph were sung. Certes, the drums, trumpets, and

other martial instruments, resounding from the roof, produced an

extraordinary effect.

The sermon was preached by Doctor Crosby, and was a most eloquent and

fervid discourse. The pale countenance of the venerable dean flushed,

and his eyes blazed as with fire, while he denounced the murderers of

the martyr king, and declared that the vengeance so long delayed would

speedily fall upon them. Rebellion, which had stalked unchecked through

the land, would be crushed, and the monarchy restored. To Charles he

attributed the highest spiritual authority, and spoke of him as "in

all causes, and over all persons, next under God, supreme head and

governor"--expressions at which his Presbyterian hearers took great

offence. The earnestness, however, of his manner could not fail to

impress them with a conviction of his sincerity.

A council of war was subsequently held within the palace, and it was

decided that the fortifications should at once be thoroughly repaired,

so as to enable the city to stand a siege, if necessary, though no

tidings had yet been heard of Cromwell. After an early repast, Charles

rode forth with his retinue into the city, and was surprised to find

the High-street so empty, and almost all the houses shut up; but his

surprise ceased when he reached the camp at Pitchcroft, and found

that the vast plain was covered with people, and resembled a fair.

The Scottish soldiers were quiet, and took no part in the profane

recreations of the dissolute Cavaliers, who were everywhere swaggering

about, and making love to all the pretty damsels.

Charles was enthusiastically received, but he did not stay long on

Pitchcroft. After riding through the principal line of tents, he

returned and crossed the river to St. John's, where Dalyell's brigade

was placed to protect the approach to the bridge. Lower down, on the

meadows on this side of the river, Pitscottie's Highlanders were

encamped, and the king passed them on his way to Powick, which he

desired to see. From the Highlanders' camp, which was almost opposite

the episcopal palace and the cathedral, the finest view of old

Worcester could be obtained, and he paused for some minutes, enraptured

by the charming picture.

A delightful ride of a mile, or somewhat more, along this bank of the

Severn brought the king and his attendants to the Teme at its point of

junction with the larger river, and then following its deeply-ploughed

channel, and watching its swift-flowing current through the fringing

trees, they rode on to Powick.

Near Powick there was a woody island of some little extent, round which

rushed the river--here, as elsewhere, too deep to be forded. The island

was gained by a bridge from either bank, and the importance of the

point was so obvious, that the king determined to place a battery upon

it.

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