The heroine assumed the woman's place,
Confirm'd her mind, and fortified her face.
_Dryden._
When Lady Nithsdale arrived at her lodgings, she there found Mrs.
Morgan, who from the moment she first, through Amy Evans's means,
became acquainted with her, had proved herself a kind friend, and a
strenuous and efficient agent.
As the countess entered the apartment, the haggard expression of her
countenance struck the little party of friends who had been awaiting
her return. Amy hastened to support her lady, whose steps appeared
to totter as she advanced. "Thanks, dear Amy; but I need not your
assistance," she replied, with a forced composure: "I am not ill, my
good girl; I do not need these attentions; I am well and strong. You do
not know how strong I am!"
"Would not your ladyship be better near the fire?" inquired Mrs. Mills,
rising from her chair; "the evening is chilly."
"Disturb not yourself, my good friend; I am well here;" replied Lady
Nithsdale, sinking into a seat.
"How fares it with my lord, madam?--Is he of good cheer?"
"Well, Amy, right well; he is well in health, and will bear himself
gallantly to-morrow, as the grandson of the brave defender of
Caerlaverock castle should bear himself," answered the countess,
with a forced air of resolution; for she had employed Mrs. Morgan to
procure for her a seat in some obscure part of Westminster Hall, from
whence she might be a witness of the trial; and she feared, if she now
betrayed any weakness or emotion, even the yielding Mrs. Morgan might
not comply with her wishes.
"And now I must ask my dear Mrs. Morgan, whether her friend the Earl of
Dorset has been as good as his word;--may we hope for seats in the Hall
to-morrow?" she inquired, in a tone which she meant should be steady.
"Yes, dearest Lady Nithsdale; he says that if you really are resolved
upon being present, he can accommodate us; for you must allow me to
accompany you, and also our faithful Mrs. Evans; I could not allow you
to stir without her."
"My dear Amy! no; I am too well assured of her affection not to be
always the better if she is near." Lady Nithsdale's eyes were for a
moment suffused, for it often happens that a slight emotion draws tears
which are frozen in their cells by stronger and deeper ones. "The spot
is a retired one, I trust; not within sight of the prisoners: I would
not that my lord should guess or suspect that I was present!"--she
clasped her hands,--"it might unman him; his voice might falter; his
lips might quiver; and the world might fancy it could be through fear!
Oh! he must not, must not see me!" she repeated with earnestness.
"I thought of that," replied the considerate Mrs. Morgan, "and the
seats provided are near the door--a back entrance--through which you
may easily withdraw whenever you may see fit. But still I doubt whether
I am a true friend in assisting you in this business. I fear it is
rather yielding weakness, than true kindness, as my poor father used to
say.--The scene will be too much for you."
"Did not Lady Russell act as her lord's secretary during his trial?
Woman's affection in her over-came woman's weakness. She wavered not,
she trembled not, at the time;--though afterwards she wept herself
blind!--And was her husband more worthy of a wife's devotion than is
mine? Did she, could she, love him with more passionate fervour than
I do my own dear, dear, noble lord?--Oh no! for she had loved before;
he was not the first and only object of the concentrated affection of
a whole life! She had been bound by previous ties! She had known joys
and sorrows unconnected with him; but I--my existence was a blank till
it was wound up in his! Depend upon it, dear Mrs. Morgan, what woman's
love has done, what woman's love can do, the love that warms this bosom
can accomplish! You need not doubt me. I will not expose myself, nor
you, to observation or remark."
The colour had returned into her pale cheeks, her eye gleamed with a
holy brilliancy, her brow assumed an air of lofty resolution, and all
present felt assured that, however strong might be her feelings of
tenderness, she possessed the courage which could subdue them to her
will.
The next day she found herself, as had been previously arranged, in
the seats prepared by the Earl of Dorset, who himself conducted them
through the crowd. The Earl of Pembroke also, who was nearly related to
the Powis family, was not wanting in every kindness and attention.
The Countess of Nithsdale's deportment was perfectly collected. The
dress of the day, which allowed much of the form to be concealed by a
black silk mantle, and the face to be buried in the hood, enabled her
to escape all observation.
A considerable time elapsed before those of whom the court was composed
were seated in their due order, and that the prisoners were summoned.
She had time to look round with awe upon the innumerable heads with
which the floor of the Hall seemed, as it were, to be paved.
At one o'clock, the gates at the end of the vast and antique building
were thrown open, and the lords entered walking two and two. Then
followed the Garter King at arms, and other officers of the crown, in
their robes of state. Then the masters in chancery. The Lord Chancellor
Cowper, Lord High Steward on the occasion, walked alone, his train
being borne by his attendants to the wool-pack, on which he seated
himself.
The peers then uncovered themselves; and they, as well as all others
present, stood uncovered during the time occupied by the reading of the
commission.
All listened in breathless silence. The moment was awful in itself; but
the accompaniments of solemnity and state rendered it, if possible,
more so.
When the commission was gone through, the serjeant-at-arms cried with a
loud voice, "God save the king!"
These words excited an undefinable sensation in the bosom of Lady
Nithsdale. She felt in good sooth that he, in whom resided the power to
call together and to control the imposing assemblage before her, was
monarch of the realm. She felt that he, for whose sake they were placed
in their present desperate situation, had proved himself little worthy
of their devotion;--yet the words grated harshly on her ear,--her heart
still refused to acknowledge them.
The herald, and gentleman usher of the black rod, after making three
reverences, kneeling, presented the white staff to his grace, who,
attended by the herald, black rod, and the seal-bearer, made his
proper reverences to the throne, and removed from the wool-pack to an
arm-chair which was placed on the uppermost step but one of the throne,
when, seating himself, he delivered the staff to the gentleman usher of
the black rod, who stood on his right hand, while the seal-bearer held
the purse, standing on the left.
After a proclamation enjoining silence under pain of imprisonment, the
serjeant-at-arms proceeded: "Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! Lieutenant of the Tower
of London, bring forth your prisoners to the bar, according to the
order of the House of Lords to you directed."
Each of these words fell, as it were, actually, palpably, knocking upon
Lady Nithsdale's heart. For a moment she wondered how she could have
willingly placed herself in her present situation; but she remembered
the strong motives she had to try her powers of self-command, and she
also remembered her promise to Mrs. Morgan, and she subdued the rising
tumult of her soul.
Her companions, also breathless with anxiety, stole a fearful glance
towards her as the prisoners were brought to the bar by the deputy
governor of the Tower. When the axe, which was brought before them
by the gentleman jailer, first made its appearance, they saw Lady
Nithsdale for a moment close her eyes, as if unable to endure the
sight; but she recovered herself, and when her lord himself made his
appearance, her looks were so intently fixed upon him, that it may be
questioned whether her powers of vision took in any other object.
The prisoners, when they approached the bar (after kneeling), bowed
to his grace the Lord High Steward, and to the House of Peers, which
compliment was returned to them both by his grace and by the House of
Peers.
The Lord High Steward then ordered the articles of impeachment to be
read; after which, he asked them severally what they had to say for
themselves why judgment should not pass upon them according to law?
Lord Derwentwater spoke at some length; and after him the Earl of
Nithsdale, and the Viscount Kenmure. They all pleaded guilty; but
expressed their hope that the assurances of clemency held out to them
at Preston would not prove fallacious.
Lord Nithsdale concluded with professing, what his wife well knew he
spoke in sincerity and truth, that if mercy were extended towards him,
"he should, during the remainder of his life, pay the utmost duty and
gratitude to his most gracious majesty, and the highest veneration and
respect to their lordships and the honourable House of Commons."
The Lord High Steward, who did not hear distinctly, inquired whether
the Earl of Nithsdale had pleaded anything in arrest of judgment; to
which the earl replied in a clear sonorous voice, whose mellow tones
seemed to thrill through the whole assembly, "No, my lords, I have not!"
The Lord High Steward then stood up. Every breathing was hushed!
Such stillness reigned throughout the dense mass of living creatures
congregated within the spacious hall, that each rain-drop might be
heard as it pattered against the windows. But there came a singing,
rushing sound in Lady Nithsdale's ears: at first she could scarcely
distinguish the awful words which were slowly, clearly, solemnly
pronounced.
"The sentence of the law must be the same as is usually given
against the meanest offenders in the like kind. The most ignominious
and painful parts are usually omitted by the grace of the crown
to persons of your quality; but the law in this case, being deaf
to all distinctions of persons, requires I should pronounce, and
accordingly it is adjudged by this court, that you James Earl
of Derwentwater,"--the Lord High Steward paused between each
name,--"William Lord Widdrington,"--her husband's had not yet been
pronounced; the countess leaned breathlessly forward,--"William Earl of
Nithsdale,"--she covered her face with her hands, but she spoke not;
she did not sob, she did not faint; her companions would have led her
out, but she motioned them to be still. The Lord High Steward meanwhile
continued in the same clear and unmoved voice,--"Richard Earl of
Carnwarth, William Viscount Kenmure, and William Lord Nairne, and every
of you, return to the prison of the Tower, from whence you came; from
thence you must be drawn to the place of execution: when you come there
you must be hanged by the neck, but not till you be dead, for you must
be cut down alive; then your bowels must be taken out, and burnt before
your faces." They looked again upon the unfortunate countess; but she
had fainted with her back supported against the wall, and she had not,
it is hoped, heard the last few words. They feared to excite attention,
and they sustained her in the position in which she sat, till in the
general movement of the court breaking up, they might be able to remove
her quietly from the dreadful scene. Still the same stern and brazen
voice proceeded:--
"Then your heads must be severed from your bodies, divided each into
four quarters, and these must be at the king's disposal. And God
Almighty be merciful to your souls!"
The sergeant-at-arms then repeated: "Oyez! Our sovereign lord the king
strictly charges and commands all manner of persons to keep silence
upon pain of imprisonment." After which the Lord High Steward stood up
uncovered, and declaring there was nothing more to be done by virtue of
the present commission, broke the staff, and pronounced it dissolved.
For some moments after the whole was concluded, the silence which had
been so strictly but so needlessly enjoined continued unbroken. The
prisoners, the peers, and all the court, then retired in order as they
entered, and an universal buzz of voices and general movement took
place.
There were sounds of sorrow; feelings long repressed found vent; and in
the confusion, Mrs. Morgan and Amy Evans removed Lady Nithsdale into
the freer air. She gradually revived, but at first she looked wildly
around.
"Alas!" said Mrs. Morgan, "I have been to blame in yielding to your
wishes. How could I permit you to expose yourself to such a scene? and
all the while I felt assured that you miscalculated your own strength.
Oh! it was too dreadful!"
"Hush!" answered the countess; "I know all--you need not tell me; I
heard enough; I knew it, I expected it. And now I must remember all I
had previously resolved upon."
At this moment the Lords Pembroke and Dorset approached, with
countenances expressive of deep commiseration. She pressed both their
hands in silence. They conducted her down the steps to the coach which
awaited her. Before she entered it, she turned to them:--
"You have each promised me your good offices in case of need. That hour
of need is fast approaching; you will not forget your promises!"
They bowed assent upon her hand; and having respectfully, nay almost
reverently, placed her in the carriage, they turned hastily away to
conceal the emotion which overpowered them.