Every Girl's Library, Volume 8 of 10: A Collection of Appropriate and Instructive Reading for Girls of All Ages from the Best Authors of All Time
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Every Girl's Library, Volume 8 of 10: A Collection of Appropriate and Instructive Reading for Girls of All Ages from the Best Authors of All Time
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At ten o'clock the summons came to conduct the king to Whitehall, and he
went down into the park, through which he was to pass. Ten companies of
infantry formed a double line on each side of his path. The detachment
of halberdiers preceded him, with banners flying and drums beating. On
the king's right hand was the bishop; on the left, with head uncovered,
walked Colonel Tomlinson. The king walked through the park, as was his
wont, at a quick, lively pace. He wondered at the slowness of his guard,
and called out pleasantly, "Come, my good fellows, step on apace." One
of the officers asked him, "If it was true that he had concurred with
the Duke of Buckingham in causing his father's death?" "My friend,"
replied Charles, with gentle contempt, "if I had no other sin than that,
as God knows, I should have little need to beg his forgiveness at this
hour." The question has been cited as an instance of premeditated
cruelty and audacity on the part of the officer. But this was the
falsehood that had injured him most among the common people.
As the king drew near Whitehall Palace, he pointed to a tree in the
park, and said to either Juxon or Tomlinson, "That tree was planted by
my brother Henry." There was a broad flight of stairs from the park, by
which access was gained to the ancient palace of Whitehall. The king
entered the palace that way; he ascended the stairs with a light step,
passed through the long gallery, and gained his own bedroom, where he
was left with Bishop Juxon, who administered the sacrament to him. Nye
and Godwin, two Independent ministers, knocked at the door, and tendered
their spiritual assistance. "Say to them frankly," said the king, "that
they have so often prayed against me, that they shall not pray with me
in mine agony. But if they will pray _for_ me now, tell them that I
shall be thankful." Dinner had been prepared for the king at Whitehall;
he refused to eat. "Sir," said Juxon, "you have fasted long to-day; the
weather is so cold, that faintness may occur." "You are right," replied
the king. He therefore took a piece of bread and a glass of wine. "Now,"
said the king, cheerfully, "let the rascals come. I have forgiven them,
and am quite ready." But "the rascals" were not ready.
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