She has also contrived to ingratiate herself with the King of
Spain, through whose influence the Queen is prevented from bastardising
her, as she certainly has it in her power to do by means of an Act of
Parliament, which would exclude her from the throne. It is believed
that but for this interference of the King, the Queen would without
more remorse chastise her in the severest manner; for whatever plots
against the Queen are discovered, my Lady Elizabeth or some of her
people may always be sure to be mentioned among the persons concerned
in them.”
Attention has already been called to the rejoicings of the people on
the death of Mary and the uplifting of that long-continued cloud. The
bells of the City were rung; bonfires were lit; loaded tables open for
all comers were spread in the streets—yea, even in that dark night of
November. A week later the new Queen rode from Hatfield to the Charter
House, where she stayed for five days; on the 28th she rode in state
to the Tower; here she remained till the 5th of December, when she
went by water to Somerset House. On the 17th of December, the body of
Mary was laid in Westminster Abbey, with the Roman Catholic Service;
on the 12th of January, the Queen returned to the Tower, and thence
on the following day she rode to Westminster. The reader has probably
remarked, in the course of this history, that neither King nor Queen,
nor Mayor nor people, ever paid the slightest regard for weather or for
season. A Royal Riding with Pageants and red cloth and tapestry, and a
procession in boats, was undertaken as readily in January, when there
is generally hard frost; in April, when there is generally east wind;
in July, when there is generally the heat of summer; or in October,
when there is generally fine weather with the repose of autumn. Season
and weather, sunshine or frost, made no difference. In her desire to
win the hearts of the people, Elizabeth probably paid no heed to the
weather, whether it was cold or not.
[Illustration: _Walker & Cockerell._
QUEEN ELIZABETH (1533–1603)
From a painting in the National Portrait Gallery, London. Painter
unknown.]
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