Great Britain -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
as to my opinions on matters political and religious. I told him that I
was for the church and the king to the death, but that I held that the
one would be the better of a little moderation in its course, and that
the other had fallen into indifferent hands. I told him that it grieved
my heart to hear of my own countrymen pursued like partridges on the
mountains by some blackguard soldiers, and that when I did return, while
deeming it my duty to take the part of the king in all things, I would
also think it right to hinder to the best of my power the persecution.
In this matter he applauded me. It pained him more than he could tell,
said he, to think that the church of his own land was in such an ill
condition that it did not trust its friends. "What in Heaven’s name is
all this pother?" he cried. "Is a man to suffer because he thinks one
way of worshipping his God better than another? Rather let us rejoice
when he worships Him at all, whether it be at a dyke-side or in the
King’s Chapel." And indeed in this matter he was of my own way of
thinking. When finally he took his leave it was to my great regret, for
I found him a man of kindly and sober counsels.
Yet his visit had one result which I had little dreamed of, for it led
me to show greater friendliness to such of the Scots covenanters as were
refugees in the town. I learned something of their real godliness and
courage, and was enabled to do them many little services. In
particular, such letters as they wished to write to their friends at
home I transmitted under my own name and seal, since all communication
with Holland was highly suspected unless from a man of approved loyalty.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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