The Black Box: A Tale of Monmouth's RebellionCooke, W. Bourne
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The Black Box: A Tale of Monmouth's Rebellion
Cooke, W. Bourne
Monmouth's Rebellion, 1685 -- Juvenile fiction; Monmouth, James Scott, Duke of, 1649-1685 -- Juvenile fiction
’Twas plain to see by the glowing look upon his handsome face how
touched the Duke was by these joyous acclamations. Doffing his hat he
bowed both graciously and long; then, as he raised his hand for silence,
a sudden hush fell on the eager throng before him.
"Dear friends," said he, in a voice that rang out clear and sweet upon
the stillness, "I thank you more than words can tell for the
thrice-hearty welcome ye have given me back to that country from which,
as ye know, I have so long been exiled. Dear people, this is neither
time nor place for speech-making, but as for the reason of my
coming--well, methinks the cries which just now fell upon mine ears
proclaim how thoroughly ye are aware of it. Truth, like good wine,
needs little bush, and certainly those words of yours rang true as
Spanish steel; for verily, dear friends, I am Monmouth, your Monmouth,
son of your late beloved King, the champion of that Protestant religion
which ye hold so dear, and of those liberties which are the very
birthright of our country."
At this another mighty shout went up of "Monmouth! our Monmouth!
Liberty! The Protestant religion!" and while the air still rang with
it, a woman, well advanced in years, ran from the crowd, and kneeling at
the Duke’s feet, caught up his hand and kissed it. At first he started
back, then, having looked keenly at her face, raised her tenderly and
kissed her on the cheek.
It turned out afterwards that she was some old servant who had known him
when a boy; and you may be sure that this gracious act endeared him
still more greatly to the simple-hearted folk who witnessed it. Indeed,
it seemed as if they were all bent on following the ancient dame’s
example, for with a loud, glad cry the crowd surged towards the Duke,
and had not those about him held them back he must have been wellnigh
pressed into the sea.
Then Monmouth once more raised his hand for silence.
"Good people all," said he, "ere we set forth upon our enterprise I
would have you join in giving thanks to God for merciful deliverance
vouchsafed us from the King’s ships while at sea."
Uncovering, the Duke knelt down upon the shore, and nearly all the rest
did likewise.
To me he seemed to pray both well and earnestly, and none the less so
for that his prayer was short. Ah, how little did we think just then
that in a few short months many of us would hear prayers and speeches on
that very spot from lips which would soon be closed for ever!
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