Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'I hear,' continued Robin's letter, 'that my mother hath gone with
Mr. Boscorel to London, to learn if aught can be done for us. If
she do not return before we are finished, bid her think kindly of
Humphrey and not to lay these things to his charge. As for my dear
girl, my Alice, I hear nothing of her. Miss Blake, who led the Maids
when they gave the flags to the Duke, is, I hear, clapped into
prison. Alice is not spoken of. I am greatly perturbed in spirit
concerning her, and I would gladly, if that might be compassed,
have speech with her before I die. I fear she will grieve and weep;
but not more than I myself at leaving her, poor maid! I hear, also,
nothing concerning her father, who was red-hot for the Cause, and
therefore, I fear, will not be passed over or forgotten. Nor do I
hear aught of Barnaby, who, I hope, hath escaped on shipboard, as
he said that he should do if things went ajar. Where are they all?
The roads are covered with rough men, and it is not fit for such
as Alice and her mother to be travelling. I hope that they have
returned in safety to Bradford Orcas, and that my old master, Dr.
Eykin, hath forgotten his zeal for the Protestant Duke, and is
already seated again among his books. If that is so, tell Alice,
Honoured Sir, that there is no hour of the day or night but I think
of her continually; that the chief pang of my approaching fate is
the thought that I shall leave her in sorrow, and that I cannot say
or do anything to stay her sorrow. Comfort her I cannot, save with
words which will come better from the saintly lips of her father. I
again pray thee to assure her of my faithful love. Tell her that the
recollection of her sweet face and steadfast eyes fills me with so
great a longing that I would fain die at once so as to bring nearer
the moment when we shall be able to sit together in heaven. My life
hath been glorified, if I may say so in humility, by her presence in
my heart, which drove away all common and unclean things. Of such
strength is earthly love. Nay, I could not, I now perceive, be happy
even with the joys of heaven if she were not by my side. Where is
she, my heart, my love? Pray God, she is in safety.
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