In an instant the sound of weeping ceased, and an angry murmur passed
like a wave through the dense crowd.
'A Papist! To rule over us? Never! Never!' cried a voice, which
recalled to my mind all at once the smell of newly cut grass and the
aspect of an old covered shed and a big roughly made cart within it,
whilst again, I trembled, yet breathed more feebly because of the
kindness of the tones.
Jack Fish it was indeed, and he continued to ejaculate--
'A Roman Catholic Queen! God forbid we should come to such straits
as that! A Papist!' and such like, until the people caught it up and
cried with one voice, 'A Papist? To rule over us? Never! Never!
Never!'
'What do you mean?' asked Sir Hubert. 'Is this only sentiment? Or
does your heart go with your cry? Answer me. Yes or no.'
'Yes! Yes! Yes!' shouted all, or almost all.
'It is well,' said Sir Hubert. 'It is well for you, people of
England, that you feel like this. With Mary for its queen this
country would be plunged back into Roman Catholicism. Perchance Mary
would wed the King of Spain----'
He was interrupted by angry and excited cries.
'We will not have Mary to reign over us!' shouted loud voices. 'We
will not! We will not!'
When they were a little calmer Sir Hubert said--
'I rejoice that your voices ring true and that your hearts are in the
right place, while your intellects recognize the enormity of the
affliction into which this country would be plunged if a woman
steeped in Papistry and so benighted, so bigoted that Edward, our
king, tried in vain to win her to the true Faith, were to ascend the
throne. Let me tell you that there are good and great statesmen
round our king who will do all in their power to secure the
succession to a true Protestant who, like yourselves, abhors Papistry
and all its attendant evils.' After saying that, being thoroughly
exhausted, he sat down.
And the people cried with one voice, 'A Protestant, and none but a
Protestant, shall rule over us!'
Jack Fish and other countrymen then made short emphatic speeches,
which so stirred the audience that they began to grow overpoweringly
noisy, whereupon my men and Lady Caroline's made a way through the
people for us, and we retired into the castle, leaving the gentlemen
to close the meeting in the best way they could.
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