English poetry -- 19th century -- History and criticism; Pre-Raphaelitism in literature
What he says is this: "I did not ask them for anything for myself;
it was I who wanted to give them the sun, or anything else that they
wished for. Every possible sacrifice that any man could make I made
for these people, and you see what my reward is to-day--just one year
from the time when they honoured and revered me. Nobody now stands on
the house tops to look at me; all have gone to the execution ground to
see me die, except a few old people who cannot walk, and who stay at
the windows to see me pass, with my hands tied behind my back. People
are throwing stones at me, and I think my face is bleeding." The last
allusion is to a very cruel custom only of late years abolished in
England by better police regulations. In the old times, when a prisoner
was being taken to the gallows, people would often strike him, or throw
stones at him as he went by, and nobody attempted to protect him.
To-day this is not done, simply because the police do not allow it, but
the natural cruelty of a mob is perhaps just as great as it ever was.
Thus I entered, and thus I go!
In triumphs, people have dropped down dead.
"Paid by the world, what dost thou owe
Me?"--God might question; now instead,
'Tis God shall repay: I am safer so.
These are the man's last thoughts. "I came into this city a hero, as
I told you; now I am going out of it, to be executed like a vulgar
criminal. How much better would it have been if I had died on the day
when all the people were honouring me! I have heard that men have
fallen dead from joy in the middle of such a triumph as I then had.
But would it have been better if I had died happy like that? Perhaps
it would not. God is said to demand a strict account in the next World
from any human being who has been too happy in this. If I had died
that day, God might have said to me, You have had your reward from the
world; have you paid to me what you owed in love and duty? But now the
world kills me; it is from God only that I can hope for justice. He is
terrible, but I can trust him better than this people; I am safer with
him!"
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