Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3Anonymous
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Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3
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Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
Sir Edgar was a Roman Catholic; and that fact alone, though he
were ever so orderly, was sufficient to render him an object
of suspicion. But his matrimonial connexion with Spain, the
great bulwark of the Roman Church, and a power with which
Queen Elizabeth was constantly embroiled, made suspicion more
active, and afforded a reasonable ground for regarding him with
distrust. At a time when the members of the Roman Church were
taught, by an authority their religion declared to be infallible,
that the Queen of England was no more than an usurper, and that
it would be no sin to remove her by assassination, and when the
conspiracy which led to the execution of the Queen of Scots was
still fresh in remembrance,--at this time, a Roman Catholic
accused, however unjustly, of murdering an emissary of the Lord
Treasurer, might well apprehend that the scales of justice would
not be held very evenly, or his judge be entirely free from
enmity or prejudice.
Evaline knew little of the world. Brought up in the seclusion of
Neville Grange, the spirit of the time was known to her, in most
of its bearings, only by report, and it was only from history
that she was acquainted with the depravity of human nature. She
knew that, because she was a Roman Catholic, her influence was
circumscribed, and the sphere of her action restricted; but,
beyond this, she had little personal knowledge of the policy of
statesmen, or the injustice of governments. Still she had an
idea, if an imperfect one, of the looseness and insecurity of
her position, and it was this that now raised in her those fears
for her father, which we have sought, in the foregoing remarks,
clearly to explain.
But after the first shock of the unexpected calamity had
subsided, the whole energies of the fair girl were braced up,
in all outward appearance, to but one object--the comfort and
support of her father. Within, the struggle continued; the heavy
load of grief, with its thrilling apprehensions, which time
amplified rather than reduced, still pressed upon her heart; but
its rare qualities rallied under the weight, and inspired her
with strength and fortitude commensurate with the occasion.
Only in her countenance, among all the inmates of the mansion,
could there be seen anything that soothed fear, or excited hope;
and though its aspect was but assumed, it soon began to have an
effect on the demeanour of others. Her father, whose despondency
was chiefly occasioned by his concern for her, seemed to acquire
new vigour as he looked on her placid features, and saw that she
did not bow before the emergency in despair, but nerved herself
to meet, by his side, whatever evil was to befall. He now felt
his child was a solace, instead of a source of anxiety; and found
relief from sharing with her the burthen of adversity. In a word,
he aroused himself from the moody fit which the decision of the
two justices had brought upon him, and prepared to meet the
issue, whatever it might be, with dignity and fortitude.
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