Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
enjoyed with his friend Jeremy. Yet in spite of these strong
differences of opinion--so strong indeed that the discussion of
matters religious and political was tacitly avoided by the three
friends in their intercourse with each other--they shared alike one
common aim and lofty ideal, in their mutual strife after a life of
such purity and holiness as was attained by few men of their time,
and in which strife they found a union destined to outlive all
outward disturbance and disagreement. Master Milton's poetic pen was
at this time almost wholly laid by, while in his quiet school-house
in Aldersgate Street he plunged hotly into all the controversies of
the day; and to the entreaties of his two young friends, that he
would indite more glorious verse rather than waste his energies on
the pouring forth of pamphlets against bishops and others in high
estate, he made no answer, save by promising, with a quiet smile,
that for the sake of his friend Jeremy he would e'en for the present
spare the great Archbishop Laud the scathing censure of his political
pen.
And ere we pass from these scenes we must not omit to make mention of
Sir Tristram Ap Thomas, who, though in constant attendance upon
bevies of fair ladies, must needs for ever haunt the steps of Lady
Rosamond's beautiful companion like some dismal sprite, assuring her
that his affection for her was undying, and that he did but play with
other damsels awhile, to hide the breaking of his heart, which he
would smite valiantly with his hand as he sank on one knee before her
in tragic attitude of grief and misery, raising to her face eyes of
such woful despair that Primrose could have wept for his sorrows, had
she not been fain, but some moments later, to burst into laughter, as
she again beheld him disporting with a gay companion in some far
corner, with heart as sound as ever. Whereupon she one day asked her
lover saucily whether all men's hearts were fashioned after so
strange a manner, and whether he could likewise so easily forget his
sorrow did she bid him depart from her. On which he made answer,
that were it ever the will of God that she should bid him take up so
grievous a burden, she should then see the answer to her query, and
know the love eternal and unalterable of which some men's hearts were
capable. Which words were destined to bring to her own heart a
future comfort, the need of which she yet but little dreamed.
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