As I entered the library, which my father used for purposes of
business as well as of study, I saw a gentleman who had often been at
our house before, and whom I knew to be a priest, though he was
dressed as a working-man of the better sort and had on a riding coat
of coarse materials. He beckoned me to him, and I, kneeling, received
his blessing.
"What, up yet, little one?" he said; "and yet thou must bestir thyself
betimes to-morrow for prayers. These are not days in which priests may
play the sluggard and be found abed when the sun rises."
"At what hour must you be on foot, reverend father?" my mother asked,
as sitting down at a table by his side she filled his plate with
whatever might tempt him to eat, the which he seemed little inclined
to.
"Before dawn, good Mrs. Sherwood," he answered; "and across the fields
into the forest before ever the laboring men are astir; and you know
best when that is."
"An if it be so, which I fear it must," my father said, "we must e'en
have the chapel ready by two o'clock. And, goodwife, you should
presently get that wench to bed."
"Nay, good mother," I cried, and threw my arms round her waist,
"prithee let me sit up to-night; I can lie abed all to-morrow." So
wistfully and urgently did I plead, that she, who had grown of late
somewhat loth to deny any request of mine, yielded to my entreaties,
and only willed that I should lie down on a settle betwixt her chair
and the chimney, in which a fagot was blazing, though it was
summer-time, but the weather was chilly. I gazed by turns on my
mother's pale face and my father's, which was thoughtful, and on the
good priest's, who was in an easy-chair, wherein they had compelled
him to sit, opposite to me on the other side of the chimney. He
looked, as I remember him then, as if in body and in mind he had
suffered more than he could almost bear.
After some discourse had been ministered betwixt him and my father of
the journey he had been taking, and the friends he had seen since last
he had visited our house, my mother said, in a tremulous voice, "And
now, good Mr. Mush, an if it would not pain you too sorely, tell us if
it be true that your dear daughter in Christ, Mrs. Clitherow, as
indeed won the martyr's crown, as some letters from York reported to
us a short time back?"
Upon this Mr. Mush raised his head, which had sunk on his breast, and
said, "She that was my spiritual daughter in times past, and now, as I
humbly hope, my glorious mother in heaven, the gracious martyr Mrs.
Clitherow, has overcome all her enemies, and passed from this mortal
life with rare and marvellous triumph into the peaceable city of God,
there to receive a worthy crown of endless immortality and joy." His
eye, that had been before heavy and dim, now shone with sudden light,
and it seemed as if the cord about his heart was loosed, and his
spirit found vent at last in words after a long and painful silence.
More eloquent still was his countenance than his words as he
exclaimed, "Torments overcame her not, nor the sweetness of life, nor
her vehement affection for {164} husband and children, nor the
flattering allurements and deceitful promises of the persecutors.
Finally, the world, the flesh, and the devil overcame her not. She, a
woman, with invincible courage entered combat against them all, to
defend the ancient faith, wherein both she and her enemies were
baptized and gave their promise to God to keep the same until death. O
sacred martyr!" and, with clasped hands and streaming eyes, the good
father went on, "remember me, I beseech thee humbly, in thy perfect
charity, whom thou hast left miserable behind thee, in time past thy
unworthy father and now most unworthy servant, made ever joyful by thy
virtuous life, and now lamenting thy death and thy absence, and yet
rejoicing in thy glory."
A sob burst from my mother's breast, and she hid her face against my
father's shoulder. There was a brief silence, during which many
quickly-rising thoughts passed through my mind. Of Daniel in the
lions' den, and the Machabees and the early Christians; and of the
great store of blood which had been shed of late in this our country,
and of which amongst the slain were truly martyrs, and which were not;
of the vision in the sky which had been seen at Lichfield; and chiefly
of that blessed woman Mrs. Clitherow, whose virtue and good works I
had often before heard of, such as serving the poor and harboring
priests, and loving God's Church with a wonderful affection greater
than can be thought of. Then I heard my father say, "How was it at the
last, good Mr. Mush?" I oped my eyes, and hung on the lips of the good
priest even as if to devour his words as he gave utterance to them.
"She refused to be tried by the country," he answered, in a tremulous
voice; "and so they murthered her."
"How so?" my mother asked, shading her eyes with her hand, as if to
exclude the mental sight of that which she yet sought to know.
"They pressed her to death," he slowly uttered; "and the last words
she was heard to say were 'Jesu, Jesu, Jesu! have mercy on me!' She
was in dying about a quarter of an hour, and then her blessed spirit
was released and took its flight to heaven. May we die the death of
the righteous, and may our last end be like hers!"
Again my mother hid her face in my father's bosom, and methought she
said not "Amen" to that prayer; but turning to Mr. Mush with a flushed
cheek and troubled eye, she asked, "And why did the blessed Mrs.
Clitherow refuse to be tried by the country, reverend father, and
thereby subject herself to that lingering death?"
"These were her words when questioned and urged on that point," he
answered, "which sufficiently clear her from all accusation of
obstinacy or desperation, and combine the rare discretion and charity
which were in her at all times: 'Alas!' quoth she, 'if I should have
put myself on the country, evidence must needs have come against me
touching my harboring of priests and the holy sacrifice of the mass in
my house, which I know none could give but only my children and
servants; and it would have been to me more grievous than a thousand
deaths if I should have seen any of them brought forth before me, to
give evidence against me in so good a cause and be guilty of my blood;
and, secondly,' quoth she, 'I know well the country must needs have
found me guilty to please the council, who so earnestly seek my blood,
and then all they had been accessory to my death and damnably offended
God. I therefore think, in the way of charity, for my part to hinder
the country from such a sin; and seeing it must needs be done, to
cause as few to do it as might be; and that was the judge himself.' So
she thought, and thereupon she acted, with that single view to God's
glory and the good of men's souls that was ever the passion of her
fervent spirit."
"Her children?" my mother murmured in a faint voice, still hiding her
face from him. "That little Agnes {165} you used to tell us of, that
was so dear to her poor mother, how has it fared with her?"
Mr. Mush answered, "Her _happy_ mother sent her hose and shoes to her
daughter at the last, signifying that she should serve God and follow
her steps of virtue. She was committed to ward because she would not
betray her mother, and there whipped and extremely used for that she
would not go to the church and hear a sermon. When her mother was
murthered, the heretics came to her and said that unless she would go
to the church, her mother should be put to death. The child, thinking
to save the life of her who had given her birth, went to a sermon, and
thus they deceived her."
"God forgive them!" my father ejaculated; and I, creeping to my
mother's side, threw my arms about her neck, upon which she, caressing
me, said:
"Now thou wilt be up to their deceits, Conny, if they should practice
the same arts on thee."
"Mother," I cried, clinging to her, "I will go with thee to prison and
to death; but to their church I will not go who love not our Blessed
Lady."
"So help thee God!" my father cried, and laid his hand on my head.
"Take heart, good Mrs. Sherwood," Mr. Mush said to my mother, who was
weeping; "God may spare you such trials as those which that sweet
saint rejoiced in, or he can give you a like strength to hers. We have
need in these times to bear in mind that comfortable saying of holy
writ, 'As your day shall your strength be.'"
"'Tis strange," my father observed, "how these present troubles seem
to awake the readiness, nay the wish, to suffer for truth's sake. It
is like a new sense in a soul heretofore but too prone to eschew
suffering of any sort: 'tis even as the keen breezes of our own
Cannock Chase stimulate the frame to exertions which it would shrink
from in the duller air of the Trent Valley."
"Ah! and is it even so with you, my friend?" exclaimed Mr. Mush. "From
my heart I rejoice at it: such thoughts are oftentimes forerunners of
God's call to a soul marked out for his special service."
My mother, against whom I was leaning since mention had been made of
Mrs. Clitherow's daughter, began to tremble; and rising said she would
go to the chapel to prepare for confession. Taking me by the hand, she
mounted the stairs to the room which was used as such since the
ancient faith had been proscribed. One by one that night we knelt at
the feet of the good shepherd, who, like his Lord, was ready to lay
down his life for his sheep, and were shriven. Then, at two of the
clock, mass was said, and my parents and most of our servants
received, and likewise some neighbors to whom notice had been sent in
secret of Mr. Mush's coming. When my mother returned from the altar to
her seat, I marvelled at the change in her countenance. She who had
been so troubled before the coming of the Heavenly Guest into her
breast, wore now so serene and joyful an aspect, that the looking upon
her at that time wrought in me a new and comfortable sense of the
greatness of that divine sacrament. I found not the thought of death
frighten me then; for albeit on that night I for the first time fully
arrived at the knowledge of the peril and jeopardy in which the
Catholics of this land do live; nevertheless this knowledge awoke in
me more exultation than fear. I had seen precautions used, and
reserves maintained, of which I now perceived the cause. For some time
past my parents had prepared the way for this no-longer-to-be-deferred
enlightenment. The small account they had taught me to make of the
wealth and comforts of this perishable world, and the histories they
had recounted to me of the sufferings of Christians in the early times
of the Church, had been directed unto this end. They had, as it were,
laid the wood on the altar of my heart, which they prayed might one
day burn into {166} a flame. And now when, by reason of the discourse
I had heard touching Mrs. Clitherow's blessed but painful end for
harboring of priests in her house, and the presence of one under our
roof, I took heed that the danger had come nigh unto our own doors, my
heart seemed to beat with a singular joy. Childhood sets no great
store on life: the passage from this world to the next is not terrible
to such as have had no shadows cast on their paths by their own or
others' sins. Heaven is not a far-off region to the pure in heart; but
rather a home, where God, as St. Thomas sings,
"Vitam sine termino
Nobis donet in patria."
But, ah me! how transient are the lights and shades which flit across
the childish mind! and how mutable the temper of youth, never long
impressed by any event, however grave! Not many days after Mr. Mush's
visit to our house, another letter from the Countess of Surrey came
into my hand, and drove from my thoughts for the time all but the
matters therein disclosed.
"SWEET MISTRESS CONSTANCE"
(my lady wrote),--"In my last letter I made mention, in an obscure
fashion, of a secret which my lord had told me touching a matter of
great weight which Higford, his grace's steward, had let out to him;
and now that the whole world is speaking of what was then in hand,
and that troubles have come of it, I must needs relieve my mind by
writing thereof to her who is the best friend I have in the world,
if I may judge by the virtuous counsel and loving words her letters
do contain. 'Tis like you have heard somewhat of that same matter,
Mistress Constance; for much talk has been ministered anent it since
I wrote, amongst people of all sorts, and with various intents to
the hindering or the promoting thereof. I mean touching the marriage
of his grace the Duke of Norfolk with the Queen of Scots, which is
much desired by some, and very little wished for by others. My lord,
as is reasonable in one of his years and of so noble a spirit, and
his sister, who is in all things the counterpart of her brother,
have set their hearts thereon since the first inkling they had of
it; for this queen had so noted a fame for her excellent beauty and
sweet disposition that it has wrought in them an extraordinary
passionate desire to title her mother, and to see their father so
nobly mated, though not more than he deserves; for, as my lord says,
his grace's estate in England is worth little less than the whole
realm of Scotland, in the ill state to which the wars have reduced
it; and when he is in his own tennis-court at Norwich, he thinks
himself as great as a king.
"As a good wife, I should wish as my lord does; and indeed this
marriage, Mistress Constance, would please me well; for the Queen of
Scots is Catholic, and methinks if his grace were to wed her, there
might arise some good out of it to such as are dependent on his
grace touching matters of religion; and since Mr. Martin has gone
beyond seas, 'tis very little I hear in this house but what is
contrary to the teaching I had at my grandmother's. My lord saith
this queen's troubles will be ended if she doth marry his grace, for
so Higford has told him; but when I spoke thereof to my Lady Lumley,
she prayed God his grace's might not then begin, but charged me to
be silent thereon before my Lord Arundel, who has greatly set his
heart on this match. She said words were in every one's mouth
concerning this marriage which should never have been spoken of but
amongst a few. 'Nan,' quoth she, 'if Phil and thou do let your
children's tongues wag anent a matter which may well be one of life
and death, more harm may come of it than can well be thought of.' So
prithee, Mistress Constance, do you be silent as the grave on what I
have herein written, if so be you have not heard {167} of it but
from me. My lord had a quarrel with my Lord Essex, who is about his
own age, anent the Queen of Scots, a few days since, when he came to
spend his birthday with him; for my lord was twelve years old last
week, and I gave him a fair jewel to set in his cap, for a
love-token and for remembrance. My lord said that the Queen of Scots
was a lady of so great virtue and beauty that none else could be
compared with her; upon which my lord of Essex cried it was high
treason to the queen's majesty to say so, and that if her grace held
so long a time in prison one who was her near kinswoman, it was by
reason of her having murthered her husband and fomented rebellion in
this kingdom of England, for the which she did deserve to be
extremely used. My lord was very wroth at this, and swore he was no
traitor, and that the Queen of Scots was no murtheress, and he would
lay down his head on the block rather than suffer any should style
her such; upon which my lord of Essex asked, 'Prithee, my Lord
Surrey, were you at Thornham last week when the queen's majesty was
on a visit to your grandfather, my Lord Arundel?' 'No,' cried my
lord, 'your lordship being there yourself in my Lord Leicester's
suite, must needs have noticed I was absent; for if I had been
present, methinks 'tis I and not your lordship would have waited
behind her majesty's chair at table and held a napkin to her.' 'And
if you had, my lord,' quoth my Lord Essex, waxing hot in his speech,
'you would have noticed how her grace's majesty gave a nip to his
grace your father, who was sitting by her side, and said she would
have him take heed on what pillow he rested his head.' 'And I would
have you take heed,' cries my lord, 'how you suffer your tongue to
wag in an unseemly manner anent her grace's majesty and his grace my
father and the Queen of Scots, who is kinswoman to both, and even
now a prisoner, which should make men careful how they speak of her
who cannot speak in her own cause; for it is a very inhuman part, my
lord, to tread on such as misfortune has cast down.' There was a
nobleness in these words such as I have often taken note of in my
lord, though so young, and which his playmate yielded to; so that
nothing more was said at that time anent those matters, which indeed
do seem too weighty to be discoursed upon by young folks. But I have
thought since on the lines which 'tis said the queen's majesty wrote
when she was herself a prisoner, which begin,
'O Fortune! how thy restless, wavering state
Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit;
Witness this present prison, whither fate
Could bear me, and the joys I quit'--
and wondered she should have no greater pity on those in the same
plight, as so many be at this time. Ah me! I would not keep a bird
in a cage an I could help it, and 'tis sad men are not more tender
of such as are of a like nature with themselves!
"My lord was away some days after this at Oxford, whither he had
been carried to be present at the queen's visit, and at the play of
_Palamon and Arcite_, which her majesty heard in the common hall of
Christ's Church. One evening, as my lady Margaret and I (like two
twin cherries on one stalk, my lord would say, for he is mightily
taken with the stage-plays he doth hear, and hath a trick of framing
his speech from them) were sitting at the window near unto the
garden practising our lutes and singing madrigals, he surprised us
with his sweet company, in which I find an ever increasing content,
and cried out as he approached, 'Ladies, I hold this sentence of the
poet as a canon of my creed, that whom God loveth not, they love not
music.' And then he said that albeit Italian was a very harmonious
and sweet language which pleasantly tickleth the ear, he for his
part loved English best, even in singing. Upon which, finding him in
the humor for discreet {168} and sensible conversation, which,
albeit he hath good parts and a ready wit, is not always the case,
by reason of his being, as boys mostly are, prone to wagging, I took
occasion to relate what I had heard my Lord of Arundel say touching
his visit to the court of Brussels, when the Duchess of Parma
invited him to a banquet to meet the Prince of Orange and most of
the chief courtiers. The discourse was carried on in French; but my
lord, albeit he could speak well in that language, nevertheless made
use of an interpreter. At the which the Prince of Orange expressed
his surprise to Sir John Wilson, who was present, that an English
nobleman of so great birth and breeding should be ignorant of the
French tongue, which the earl presently hearing, said, 'Tell the
prince that I like to speak in that language in which I can best
utter my mind and not mistake.' And I perceive, my lord,' I said,
'that you are of a like mind with his lordship, and no lover of
new-fangled and curious terms.'
"Upon which my dear earl laughed, and related unto us how the queen
had been pleased to take notice of him at Oxford, and spoke merrily
to him of his marriage. 'And prithee, Phil, what were her highness's
words?' quoth his prying sister, like a true daughter of Eve. At
which my lord stroked his chin, as if to smooth his beard which is
still to come, and said her majesty had cried, 'God's pity, child,
thou wilt tire of thy wife afore you have both left the nursery.'
'Alack,' cried Meg, 'if any but her highness had said it, thy hand
would have been on thy sword, brother, and I'll warrant thou didst
turn as red as a turkey-cock, when her majesty thus titled thee a
baby. Nay, do not frown, but be a good lord to us, and tell Nan and
me if the queen said aught else.' Then my lord cleared his brow, and
related how in the hunting scene in the play, when the cry of the
hounds was heard outside the stage, which was excellently well
imitated, some scholars who were seated near him, and he must
confess himself also, did shout, 'There, there--he's caught, he's
caught!' upon which her grace's majesty laughed, and merrily cried
out from her box, 'Those boys in very troth are ready to leap out of
the windows!' 'And had you such pleasant sports each day, brother?'
quoth our Meg. 'No, by my troth,' my lord answered; 'the more's the
pity; for the next day there was a disputation held in physic and
divinity from two to seven; and Dr. Westphaling held forth at so
great length that her majesty sent word to him to end his discourse
without delay, to the great relief and comfort of all present. But
he would not give over, lest, having committed all to memory, he
should forget the rest if he omitted any part of it, and be brought
to shame before the university and the court.' 'What said her
highness when she saw he heeded not her commands?' Meg asked. 'She
was angered at first,' quoth my lord, 'that he durst go on with his
discourse when she had sent him word presently to stop, whereby she
had herself been prevented from speaking, which the Spanish
Ambassador had asked her to do; but when she heard the reason it
moved her to laughter, and she titled him a parrot.'
"'And spoke not her majesty at all?' I asked; and my lord said, 'She
would not have been a woman, Nan, an she had held her tongue after
being once resolved to use it. She made the next day an oration in
Latin, and stopped in the midst to bid my Lord Burleigh be seated,
and not to stand painfully on his gouty feet. Beshrew me, but I
think she did it to show the poor dean how much better her memory
served her than his had done, for she looked round to where he was
standing ere she resumed her discourse. And now, Meg, clear thy
throat and tune thy pipe, for not another word will I speak till
thou hast sung that ditty good Mr. Martin set to music for thee.' I
have set it down here, Mistress Constance, with the notes as {169}
she sung it, that you may sing it also; and not like it the less that
my quaint fancy pictures the maiden the poet sings of, in her 'frock
of frolic green,' like unto my sweet friend who dwells not far from
one of the fair rivers therein named.
A knight, as antique stories tell,
A daughter had named Dawsabel,
A maiden fair and free;
She wore a frock of frolic green,
Might well become a maiden queen,
Which seemly was to see.
The silk well could she twist and twine,
And make the fine March pine,
And with the needle work;
And she could help the priest to say
His matins on a holy day,
And sing a psalm in kirk.
Her features all as fresh above
As is the grass that grows by Dove,
And lythe as lass of Kent;
Her skin as soft as Leinster wool,
And white as snow on Penhisk Hull,
Or swan that swims on Trent.
This maiden on a morn betime
Goes forth when May is in its prime,
To get sweet setywall,
The honeysuckle, the hurlock,
The lily and the lady-smock,
To deck her father's hall.
"'Ah,' cried my lord, when Meg had ended her song, beshrew me, if
Monsieur Sebastian's madrigals are one-half so dainty as this
English piece of harmony.' And then,--for his lordship's head is at
present running on pageants such as he witnessed at Nonsuch and at
Oxford,--he would have me call into the garden Madge and Bess,
whilst he fetched his brothers to take part in a May game, not
indeed in season now, but which, he says, is too good sport not to
be followed all the year round. So he must needs dress himself as
Robin Hood, with a wreath on his head and a sheaf of arrows in his
girdle, and me as Maid Marian; and Meg, for that she is taller by an
inch than any of us, though younger than him and me, he said should
play Little John, and Bess Friar Tuck, for that she looks so
gleesome and has a face so red and round. 'And Tom,' he cried, 'thou
needst not be at pains to change thy name, for we will dub thee Tom
the piper.' 'And what is Will to be?' asked my Lady Bess, who, since
I be titled Countess of Surrey, must needs be styled My Lady William
Howard.' 'Why, there's only the fool left,' quoth my lord, 'for thy
sweetheart to play, Bess.' At the which her ladyship and his
lordship too began to stamp and cry, and would have sobbed outright,
but sweet Madge, whose face waxes so white and her eyes so large and
blue that methinks she is more like to an angel than a child, put
out her little thin hands with a pretty gesture, and said, 'I'll be
the fool, brother Surrey, and Will shall be the dragon, and Bess
ride the hobby-horse, an it will please her.' 'Nay, but she is Friar
Tuck,' quoth my lord, 'and should not ride.' 'And prithee wherefore
no?' cried the forward imp, who, now she no more fears her grandam's
rod, has grown very saucy and bold; 'why should not the good friar
ride, an it doth pleasure him?'
"At the which we laughed and fell to acting our parts with no little
merriment and noise, and sundry reprehensions from my lord when we
mistook our postures or the lines he would have us to recite. And at
the end he set up a pole on the grass-plat for the Maying, and we
danced and sung around it to a merry tune, which set our feet flying
in time with the music:
Now in the month of maying,
When the merry lads are playing,
Fa, la, la.
Each with his bonny lasse,
Upon the greeny grasse,
Fa, la, la.
Madge was not strong enough to dance, but she stole away to gather
white and blue violets, and made a fair garland to set on my head,
to my lord's great content, and would have me unloose my hair on my
shoulders, which fell nearly to my feet, and waved in the wind in a
wild fashion; which he said was beseeming for a bold outlaw's bride,
and what he had seen in the Maid Marian, who had played in the
pageant at Nonsuch. Mrs. Fawcett misdoubted that this sport of ours
should be approved by Mr. Charke, who calls all {170} stage-playing
Satan's recreations, and a sure road unto hell; and that we shall
hear on it in his next preachment; for he has held forth to her at
length on that same point, and upbraided her for that she did suffer
such foolish and profane pastimes to be carried on in his grace's
house. Ah me! I see no harm in it; and if, when my lord visits me, I
play not with him as he chooses, 'tis not a thing to be expected
that he will come only to sing psalms or play chess, which Mr.
Charke holds to be the only game it befits Christians to entertain
themselves with. 'Tis hard to know what is right and wrong when
persons be of such different minds, and no ghostly adviser to be
had, such as I was used to at my grandmother's house.
"All, Mistress Constance! when I last wrote unto you I said troubles
was the word in every one's mouth, and ere I had finished this
letter--which I was then writing, and have kept by me ever
since--what, think you, has befallen us? 'Tis anent the marriage of
his grace with the Queen of Scots; which I now do wish it had
pleased God none had ever thought of. Some weeks since my lord had
told me, with great glee, that the Spanish ambassador was about to
petition her majesty the queen for the release of her highness's
cousin; and Higford and Bannister, and the rest of his grace's
household--whom, since Mr. Martin went beyond seas, my lord spends
much of his time with, and more of it methinks than is beseeming or
to the profit of his manners and advancement of his behavior--have
told him that this would prepare the way for the
greatly-to-be-desired end of his grace's marriage with that queen;
and my lord was reckoning up all the fine sports and pageants and
noble entertainments would be enacted at Kenninghall and Thetford
when that right princely wedding should take place; and how he
should himself carry the train of the queen-duchess when she went
into church; who was the fairest woman, he said, in the whole world,
and none ever seen to be compared with her since the days of Grecian
Helen. But when, some days ago, I questioned my lord touching the
success of the ambassador's suits, and the queen's answer thereto,
he said: 'By my troth, Nan, I understand that her highness sent away
the gooseman, for so she entitled Senor Guzman, with a flea in his
ear; for she said he had come on a fool's errand, and gave him for
her answer that she would advise the Queen of Scots to bear her
condition with less impatience, or she might chance to find some of
those on whom she relied shorter by a head.' Oh, my lord,' I cried;
'my dear Phil! God send she was not speaking of his grace your
father!' 'Nan,' quoth he, 'she looked at his grace the next day with
looks of so great anger and disdain, that my lord of Leicester--that
false and villainous knave--gave signs of so great triumph as if his
grace was even on his way to the Tower. Beshrew me, if I would not
run my rapier through his body if I could!' 'And where is his grace
at present?' I asked. 'He came to town night,' quoth my lord, 'with
my Arundel, and this morning went Kenninghall.' After this for some
days I heard no more, for a new tutor came to my lord, who suffers
him not to stay in the waiting-room with his grace's gentlemen, and
keeps so strict a hand over him touching his studies, that in his
brief hours of recreation he would rather play at quoits, and other
active pastimes, than converse with his lady. Alack! I wish he were
a few years older, and I should have more comfort of him than now,
when I must needs put up with his humors, which be as changeful, by
reason of his great youth, as the lights and shades on the grass
'neath an aspen-tree. I must be throwing a ball for hours, or
learning a stage-part, when I would fain speak of the weighty
matters which be on hand, such as I have told you of. Howsoever, as
good luck would have it, my Lady Lumley sent for me to spend {171}
the day with her; and from her ladyship I learnt that his grace had
written to the queen that he had withdrawn from the court because of
the pain he felt at her displeasure, and his mortification at the
treatment he had been subjected to by the insolence of his foes, by
whom he has been made a common table talk; and that her majesty had
laid upon him her commands straightway to return to court. That was
all was known that day; but at the very time that I was writing the
first of these woeful tidings to you, Mistress Constance, his grace--
whom I now know that I do love dearly, and with a true daughter's
heart, by the dreadful fear and pain I am in--was arrested at
Burnham, where he had stopped on his road to Windsor, and committed
to the Tower. Alack! alack! what will follow? I will leave this my
letter open until I have further news to send.
"His grace was examined this day before my Lord-keeper Bacon, and my
Lords Northampton, Sadler, Bedford, and Cecil; and they have
reported to her majesty that the duke had not put himself under
penalty of the law by any overt act of treason, and that it would be
difficult to convict him without this. My Lord of Arundel, at whose
house I was when these tidings came, said her majesty was so angered
at this judgment, that she cried out in a passion, 'Away! what the
law fails to do my authority shall effect;' and straightway fell
into a fit, her passion was so great; and they were forced to apply
vinegar to restore her. I had a wicked thought come into my mind,
Mistress Constance, that I should not have been concerned if the
queen's majesty had died in that fit, which I befear me was high
treason, and a mortal sin, to wish for one to die in a state of sin.
But, alack! since I have left going to shrift I find it hard to
fight against bad thoughts and naughty tempers; and when I say my
prayers, and the old words come to my lips, which the preachments I
hear do contradict, I am sometimes well-nigh tempted to give over
praying at all. But I pray to God I may never be so wicked; and
though I may not have my beads (which were taken from me), that the
good Bishop of Durham gave me when I was confirmed, I use my fingers
in their stead; and whilst his grace was at the Tower I did say as
many 'Hail Maries' in one day as I ever did in my life before; and
promised him, who is God's own dear Son and hers, if his grace came
out of prison, never to be a day of my life without saying a prayer,
or giving an alms, or doing a good turn to those which be in the
same case, near at hand or throughout the world; and I ween there
are many such of all sorts at this time.
"Your loving servant to command, whose heart is at present heavier
than her pen,
"ANN SURREY."
"P. S. My Lord of Westmoreland has left London, and his lady is in a
sad plight. I hear such things said on all sides touching Papists as
I can scarce credit, and I pray to God they be not true. But an if
they be so bad as some do say, why does his grace run his head into
danger for the sake of the Popish queen, as men do style her? They
have arrested Higford and Bannister last night, and they are to
taste of the rack to-day, to satisfy the queen, who is so urgent on
it. My lord is greatly concerned thereat, and cried when he spoke of
it, albeit he tried to hide his tears. I asked him to show me what
sort of pain it was; whereupon he twisted my arm till I cried out
and bade him desist. God help me! I could not have endured the pain
an instant longer; and if they have naught to tell anent these plots
and against his grace, they needs must speak what is false when
under the rack. Oh, 'tis terrible to think what men do suffer and
cause others to suffer!"
This letter came into my hand on a day when my father had gone into
Lichfield touching some business; and {172} he brought with it the
news of a rising in the north, and that his Grace of Northumberland
and my Lord of Westmoreland had taken arms on hearing of the Duke of
Norfolk's arrest; and the Catholics, under Mr. Richard Norton and Lord
Latimer, had joined their standard, and were bearing the cross before
the insurgents. My father was sore cast down at these tidings; for he
looked for no good from what was rebellion against a lawful sovereign,
and a consorting with troublesome spirits, swayed by no love of our
holy religion but rather contrary to it, as my Lord of Westmoreland
and some others of those leading lords. And he hence foreboded fresh
trials to all such as were of the ancient faith all over England;
which was not long in accruing even in our own case; for a short time
after, we were for the first time visited by pursuivants, on a day and
in such a manner as I will now briefly relate.