_Early Setting of a young Morning Star_
"And _Jacob_ served _Laban_ for _Rachel_ seven Years; and they seemed
unto him but so many Days, for the Love he had unto her." Albeit I was
not serving my Master for my Master's Daughter, yet her being in the
House helped, I wot, to make the seven Years speed like seven Days.
Sure, never was so gracious a Creature! Her Nature was so excellent, and
her Countenance, which was the Index of her Mind, was so full of
Sweetness and Goodness, that one could scarce look upon her without
blessing Him who had created her so lovely.
Meantime my Master's Fortune and Credit from small Beginnings had risen
mightily, as is often the Case in this commercial and prosperous City.
He had gone through the three Degrees of Wardenship of his Company, had
been elected of the Common Council, and was now Alderman of the Bridge
Ward Without. And if he still lived and went plain, he laid by and laid
out in Commerce the more: there was no Shew, nor no Stinting.
Yes: those were happy Days! All the fairer they seem now, for the dark
ones that were coming. The only Sorrow among us that I remember was when
the Pestilence brake out, in the fifth Year of our young King, which at
first only prevailed in the North, but at length reached _London_, where
it raged with prodigious Fury, carrying off eight Hundred Souls the
first Week, and mostly after a Sickness of only twelve or twenty-four
Hours. We had it not on the Bridge, which was attributed to the free
Access of fresh Air to our Dwellings; howbeit, Mistress _Anne_ (like a
ministering Angel as she was,—such a Child, too! only in her twelfth
Year!) must needs go about, relieving poor Wretches in their Dwellings;
whereby she caught a low Fever that brought her to Death's Door, and
filled the House with Tears. If my Master, a Man in Years, forbare not
to weep, Reason was, a Lad such as I should weep too. Howbeit, through
the Grace of God, she recovered: but for a long Time she was too
enfeebled to walk, wherefore Master _Hewet_ took her much on the Water
during the long Summer Evenings, after we had been nigh stifled by the
Day's sultry Heat. For the eastern Side of the House was close; and the
western, though open, yet was much exposed to the Glare of the Sun on
the River. We shut it out with Blinds and Lattices all we could; but
still, the Crown of the Day was after Sundown on the Water. Master
_Hewet_ liked his 'Prentices to pull; and sometimes we fell into the
Wake of some Court Barge with Horns and Sackbuts, and lay on our Oars;
Mistress _Anne_ full silent, resting her Head, for Weakness, against my
Master's Shoulder, and with the Tears sometimes stealing down from her
large, bright Eyes. My Master carried her down to the Boat, but 'twas my
Portion, for I will not say Burthen, to carry her up. How light she was!
She did not much like it, and managed presently to ascend slowly, with
the help of my Master's Arm; but I remember the Goodness and Sweetness
with which, with a sweet Blush on her Face, she sayth, "Do you remember
the first Time? But for thee, I had not been here now."
As she strengthened, we kept out longer, and went up to _Chelsea_ and
_Fulham_, and rambled about the pleasant Fields; eating Curds and Cream
at Milkhouses, and returning by Moonlight; _Miles_ and I singing, "Row
the Boat, _Norman_."
[Illustration: JJ
"Eating Curds & Cream"]
Then Master _Hewet_ carried her down into the Country, to the Hall of
his Brother the Squire; and there she abode till she was quite well.
When she returned, the Leaves were falling, and Master _Hewet_ would
walk with her of an Evening to _Finsbury Fields_, and stand with her at
a Distance to see us young Men shoot the long Bow, leap, wrestle, cast
the Stone, and practise our Shields; in all which, _Miles_ came in for
his full Share of Praise; and I was always well content to be thought
equal to him. Sometimes I overshot him, sometimes he overshot me;
sometimes I outleaped him, sometimes he outleaped me; but we loved the
Game beyond the Competition; there was never any ill Blood between us.
'Twas on _All Saints'_ Day, this Year, that the new Service Book, called
of Common Prayer, was first used in _Paul's_ Church, and the like
throughout the whole City. Dr. _Ridley_, Bishop of _London_, performed
the same in _Paul's_, in his Rochet only; and in the Afternoon preached
at _Paul's_ Cross before the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Livery Companies,
which Sermon, being on the Subject of the new Service, lasted till five
o' the Clock, so that, the Days being short, we returned by Torch-light.
Then had the Church great Rest. The Enemy, knowing his Time was at Hand,
lay mighty quiet: and, for the Multitude of notable Foreigners that
resorted to us for Safeguard, _England_ might have been called _Christi
Asylum_. Howbeit, the Canker was already i' the Bud!
The King, earlier in the Year, had ta'en the Measles; and during the
Summer, had ridden a Progress with greater Magnificence than ever he had
done before. In the _January_ following, whether procured by sinister
Practice or natural Infirmity, he fell into an Indisposition of Body
which soon grew to a Cough of the Lungs. Perhaps it had been happy if
Lord _Robert Dudley_ (now my Lord of _Leicester_,) had not recently been
sworn one of the six Gentlemen of the King's Chamber ... we must not
speak ill, _Hew_, of them that are set high in Authority, save upon
great Conviction and Certitude: howbeit, you and I know what the private
Report of that Gentleman is—When I'm sick, don't give me a _Leicester
Cordial_, that's all!
The common Talk was, that a poisoned Nosegay had been given the pretty
Boy at New-year's-tide, which brought him into this slow but deadly
Languishment. To think, what Poison may lie 'neath Flowers! At all
Events, the Duke of _Northumberland_, now the powerfullest Man in the
Realm since he had swallowed up his unhappy Rival _Somerset_, beginneth
to aim at nothing short of Crown matrimonial for his young Son Lord
_Guilford Dudley_, lately espoused to the Lady _Jane Grey_; therefore
inculcateth on the kingly Boy now a-dying, how much it concerned him to
have a Care for Religion, not only during Life, but after his Death;
which could not be preserved in its Purity to the Realm should the Lady
_Mary_ succeed; and, if he set aside one Sister, he might as well put
away the other also, and devise his Crown to her who after them was his
next Kinswoman, the good and godly Lady _Jane_.
So soon as this was obtained of him, he might die as soon as he
would—the sooner the better—and, to help Matters, the Leeches were
dismissed, and a Gentlewoman (thought to have received her Instructions
before hand,) set over him; under whose Applications his Pulse presently
failed, his Skin changed Colour, and other Symptoms speedily appeared of
Mortal Dissolution. Turning his Face then to the Wall like good
_Hezekiah_, he was heard by one that sate behind the Curtain to say, "O
LORD GOD, deliver me out of this miserable and wretched Life! O LORD,
thou knowest how happy it were for me to be with thee; yet, for thy
Chosen's Sake, if it be thy Will, send me Life and Health that I may
truly serve thee!" After a little Space, again he sigheth, "O save thy
People _England_!" Then, turning about, and noting some one behind the
Curtain, "I had thought," saith he, "I was alone." "Sir," sayth the
Attendant, "I heard you speak, but heard not what you were saying."
"Nay," sayth he, "I was but praying to GOD. Oh! I am faint! faint unto
Death! LORD, receive my Spirit!" And forthwith breathed out his white,
innocent Soul. Early ripe, early gathered!
Thus we sometimes see the Nation's prime Hope, the Desire of all Eyes,
cut off as a sweet Rose snaps its Stalk; and we mourn, thinking the LORD
hath forgotten to be gracious and will no more be entreated, and his
Mercy is clean gone from us for ever; not knowing that, after he hath
tried and purified his own, yea, like Silver over the Fire, till the
thick Scum separates and he seeth his own Image reflected in the bright
Metal, he will return unto us and be gracious, like as a Father pitieth
his Children, and make our latter Day better than our Beginning. Had we
not known the early Setting of this young _Hesperus_, we had not now
sunned ourselves in the Light of our bright Occidental Star.
And now, the bright Boy being dead, the Duke of _Northumberland_ took
upon him to sit at the Stern, and order all Things according unto his
Pleasure. The Demise of the Crown was kept close that Day and the next,
he hoping to obtain Possession of the Lady _Mary_, who, however, learned
the Secret, and rode off to the Coast. Meantime, he took heed to occupy
and fortify the _Tower_; and, on the second Day, sent for the Lord
Mayor, six Aldermen, not including Master _Hewet_, six Merchants of the
Staple, and as many Merchant Adventurers, to attend the Council at
_Greenwich_, where they were advised of the King's Death and how he had
ordained for the Succession by Letters Patent, to the which they were
sworn, and charged to keep the Matter secret.
When my Master presently heard of this from one of his brother Aldermen,
(for such Secrets are not long kept,) he said, in his own Family, that
however he might desire a Protestant Succession, he was persuaded that
this would not, nor could not, come to Good. "To say Nothing," quod he,
"of the Lady _Jane's_ questionable Birth; for the Duke, though few know
it, had, when he married her Mother, a Wife living already."
Howbeit, at Three o' the Clock on the Monday Afternoon, the Lady _Jane_
was conveyed, in Sight of us all, by Water from _Syon_ to the _Tower_,
and there received as Queen. At Five o' Clock, the King's Death and her
Accession were proclaimed; but few cried "GOD save Queen _Jane_!" A
Drawer at a Tavern within _Ludgate_ said in the Hearing of some, that he
thought the Lady _Mary_ had the better Title; whereon he was incontinent
arrested and set in the Pillory in _Chepe_, whereto both his Ears were
nailed, and then clean cut off.
Meantime the Duke of _Northumberland_ heareth that the Lady _Mary's_
Party makes head, whereon he resolves to send Lady _Jane's_ Father, the
Duke of _Suffolk_, to put it down and seize her Person. Whereon the Lady
_Jane_, who hath all along had no Mind to the Crown, weepeth sore, and
begs her Father may be let off that Enterprize and that her
Father-in-law will take it on himself; which he, after short Demur and
much Flattery of his Bravery and Skill, consenteth to do. But his Heart
misgiveth him, both as to what he goes to and what he leaves behind;
and, sayth he to the Council, "Should ye in mine Absence waver in your
Resolution, it may be ye will contrive your own Safety with my
Destruction." Quod they, "Your Grace makes a Doubt of that which cannot
be, for which of us all can wash his Hands clean of this Business?" So
the Duke set forth with eight Thousand Foot and two Thousand Horse; and,
as he rode along _Shoreditch_, quod he to Lord _Grey_, "See how the
People press forward to see us! but not one of them sayth, 'GOD speed
you!'"
In Truth, Gentle and Simple fell off to the Lady _Mary_, though Bishop
_Ridley_ preached at _Paul's_, to invite us to stand firm to Lady
_Jane_. The Duke's Party melted away; and the Duke of _Suffolk_,
learning how his Daughter's Partizans had defalked to the Lady _Mary_ or
been defeated and captivated, entereth the young Queen's Chamber and
telleth her in brief, she must now put off her royal Robes and be
content with a private Life. To which the meek young Lady made Answer,
that she should put them off with more Contentation than she had put
them on; and would never have done so but to please him and her Mother.
And so ended her ten Days' Reign.