Great Britain -- History -- Revolution of 1688 -- Fiction; James II, King of England, 1633-1701 -- Fiction
But the spirit that had inspired James when he was rowed with his flag
through the fires of Solebay had long left him; his courage had been the
mere flash of youth and noble blood; he was old now, and his soul sank
before danger; the terrors of his father’s fate, the miseries of his own
exiled youth, came upon him with horrible vividness; he let disasters
crowd down upon him, and clung to his priests and his faith with the
despair of stupidity.
Meanwhile the Prince of Orange, having taken a second leave of his wife
and the States, sailed with great pomp, the sound of trumpets, the
flutter of flags, and the discharge of artillery, from Helvoet, having
been but eleven days repairing his ships, replacing his horses, and
reassembling his fleet, and having, by the serenity of his behaviour,
the unfaltering decision of his actions, the wisdom of his proposals,
snatched glory from disappointment, as was ever the way of this Prince.
The little advice packets that darted out from the coast of England to
watch his movements reported that he was making for the north, in which
direction, with a brisk gale in his sails, he indeed steered for twelve
hours; but when the night fell and the advice packets had hastened home
with news, the Prince signalled to his fleet to tack about, which it
did, and, with all the sail it could spread, put before the wind to the
westward, and under a fair sky bore for the coasts of Devon.
This ruse had its full effect, for Lord Feversham, who commanded the
English troops, was bid march northwards, and all the cattle were
ordered to be driven from the coasts of Yorkshire.
With the next dawn the Dutch van made the Channel, along which it
stretched for twenty miles in full view of England and France, the
shores of both these countries being covered with spectators who viewed
a sight such as had not been seen in these waters since the great Armada
crossed these seas, a hundred years before.
The magnificence of this procession of mighty ships, which took seven
hours to pass, going at their full speed before a strong east wind, the
strength and purpose that they symbolized, the power of the Religion,
once despised and oppressed, but that now was able to split the world
into factions, whose name showed beneath the arms of Orange, that family
which of all others had been most distinguished in the defence of
liberty, the sheer pomp of war in the great vessels with their guns,
flags, and netting, their attendant ships and companies of soldiers on
board, the prestige of the man who led this daring expedition, all
combined to thrill the hearts of those who watched, whether on the
French or English coasts, whether they uttered curses or blessings,
prayers for failure or success.
About noon, they then being in Calais roads, the Prince gave orders to
lay by, both to call a council of war and to strike terror into the two
watching nations by displaying his strength in this narrow sea.
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