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On Both Sides Of The Sea - A Story Of The Commonwealth And The Restoration - A Sequel To "The Draytons And The Davenants"
On Both Sides Of The Sea A Story Of The Commonwealth And The Restoration A Sequel To The Draytons And The Davenants Author:Elizabeth Rundle Charles The Author of the Schonoerg-Cotta Family wishes it to be generally known among tne readers of her books in America, that the American Editions issued by Mr. M. W. Dodd, of New York t. one have the Au thora 8 anc tion. On Both Sides of the Sea. NCE England was, such an event waa never witnessed within sound of her seas, as that which darkened Lon... more »don on the fatal 30th of January, 1649. In the recollection of such moments it is difficult to disentangle feeling from fact, what we saw mith our eyes and heard with our ears from what othera told us, from what we saw with the imagination and heard mith the heart. In my memory that day lies shrouded and silent, as if all that happened in it had been done in a city spell-bound into silence in a hushed, sunless, colorless world, where all intermediate tints were gatliered into funereal black and white, the black of the heavily-draped sca. ffold and the whiteness of the frosty ground from which it rose into the still and icy air whilst behind the palace slept, frost-bound, the mute and motionless-river, imprisoning with rcy bars the motionless ships. 10 ON BOTH SIDES OF THE SEA. From early in the day the thoroughfares and squares and open gathering-places of the oi ty were filled with the Commonwealth soldiers. I rememm ber no call of trumpet or beat of drum only a slow pacing of horsemen, and marching of footmen, silently, to their assigned positions, the tramp of men and the clatter of the horse-hoofs ringing from the hard and frosty ground, and echoing from the closed and silent houses on the line of march. It was no day of triumph to any. To the army, and those who felt with them, it was a day of solemn justice, not of triumphant vengeance. To the Royalists it was a day of passionate hushed sorrow and bitter inward vows of retribution to the people generally-a day of perplexity and woe. Old Mr. Prynne, who owed the king nothing, as he said, but the loss of his ears, the pillory, imprisonment, and fines, had pleaded for him generously in the House, before the House had been finally cCpurged. And the most part of the men, and well-nigh all the women, I think, would have said Amen to Mr. Prynne. If the kings captivity and trial and condemnation had been a sole nnd rama enact5d to wii the hearts of the people back to him, it could not have been more effectual. Political and civil rights, rights of taxation and rights of remonstrance, seemed to the hearts of most peopleto become mere technical legal terms in the presence of Royalty and Death. Pillories and prisons were drnal-fed into mere private grievances beside the scaffold on which the king, son of so many kings, kings of so many ON BOTH SIDES OF TUE SEA. I L nub nisrive generations, the source of power, the only possibie object of the dreadful crime called treason, was to die the death of a traitor. L T11e trial brought out all that was most pathetic in royalty and most noble in the king. The haughty glance which had been resented on the throne, was simply majestic when it encountered unflinchingly the illegal bench of judges on whom his life depended. The Parliament, mutilated to a remnant of fifty the High Coui-t of Justice, who could not agree among themselves, whose assumption of legal forma sounded to many like mockery, whose trappings of authority sat on them many thought like masquerade-robes, mere 3 poor show to confront with that. lonely majestic fignre defying their sentence and their authority, a captive in the ancient Hall of Justice from which, throughout the centuries, not a sentence had issued save by the sanction of his forefathers...« less