Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 3, no. 18, November, 1851Harper, Various (magazine)
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 3, no. 18, November, 1851
Harper, Various (magazine)
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
July 1. By reason of Will's minding to be present at ye triall, which,
for the concourse of spectators, demanded his earlie attendance, he
committed the care of me, with Bess, to Dancey, who got us places to see
father on his way from the Tower to Westminster Hall. We coulde not come
at him for the press, but clambered on a bench to gaze our very hearts
away after him as he went by, sallow, thin, gray-haired, yet in mien not
a whit cast down. Wrapt in a coarse woollen gown, and leaning on a
staff, which unwonted support when Bess markt, she hid her eyes on my
shoulder and wept sore, but soon lookt up agayn, though her eyes were
soe blinded, I think she coulde not see him. His face was calm, but
grave, as he came up, but just as he passed he caughte the eye of some
one in the crowd, and smiled in his old, frank way; then glanced up
toward the windows with the bright look he hath soe oft cast to me at my
casement, but saw us not. I coulde not help crying "Father," but he
heard me not; perchance 'twas soe best.... I woulde not have had his
face cloud at ye sighte of poor Bessy's tears.
... Will tells me the indictment was ye longest ever hearde; on four
counts. First, his opinion on the king's marriage. Second, his writing
sundrie letters to the Bishop of Rochester, counselling him to hold out.
Third, refusing to acknowledge his grace's supremacy. Fourth, his
positive deniall of it, and thereby willing to deprive the king of his
dignity and title.
When the reading of this was over, the Lord Chancellor sayth, "You see
how grievouslie you have offended the king his grace, but and yet he is
soe mercifulle, as that if ye will lay aside your obstinacie, and change
your opinion, we hope ye may yet obtayn pardon."
Father makes answer ... and at sounde of his deare voyce alle men hold
their breaths.... "Most noble Lords, I have great cause to thank your
honors for this your courtesie ... but I pray Almighty God I may
continue in the mind I'm in, through his grace, until death."
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