Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
As for my father, perhaps I am wrong, but in the daily prayers of
night and morning, and in the grace before meat, he seemed to find
a freer utterance, and to wrestle more vehemently than was his wont
on the subject of the Scarlet Woman, offering himself as a willing
martyr and confessor, if by the shedding of his blood the great day
of her final overthrow might be advanced; yet always humble, not
daring to think of himself as anything but an instrument to do the
will of his Master. In the end, his death truly helped, with others,
to bring a Protestant King to the Throne of these isles. And since
we knew him to be so deep a scholar, always reading and learning,
and in no sense a man of activity, the thing which he presently did
amazed us all. Yet we ought to have known that one who is under the
Divine command to preach the Word of God, and hath been silenced by
man for more than twenty years, so that the strength of his manhood
hath run to waste and is lost--it is a most terrible and grievous
thing for a man to be condemned to idleness!--may become like unto
one of those burning mountains of which we sometimes read in books
of voyages. In him, as in them, the inner fires rage and burn,
growing ever stronger and fiercer, until presently they rend asunder
the sides of the mountain and burst forth, pouring down liquid fire
over the unhappy valleys beneath, with showers of red-hot ashes to
destroy and cover up the smiling homesteads and the fertile meadows.
It is true that my father chafed continually at the inaction forced
upon him, but his impatience was never so strong as at this time,
namely, after the accession of King James. It drove him from his
books and out into the fields and lanes, where he walked to and fro
waving his long arms, and sometimes crying aloud and shouting in the
woods, as if compelled to cry out in order to quench some raging
fever or heat of his mind.
About this time, too, I remember, they began to talk of the exiles
in Holland. The Duke of Monmouth was there with the Earl of Argyle,
and with them a company of firebrands eager to get back to England
and their property.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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