The Draytons and the Davenants : $b A story of the Civil WarsCharles, Elizabeth Rundle
History
The Draytons and the Davenants : $b A story of the Civil Wars
Charles, Elizabeth Rundle
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
"The King and the Parliament do not profess to be on opposite sides
of the game," he replied. "But if, in fact, it has come to that, can
you wonder at any amount of mutual suspicion? Yet our Puritan faith
is, that there is but one law of truth and equity in heaven and earth
for prince, soldier, peasant, woman, and child. And I believe that,
even with hostile nations, not all the diplomatic subtleties in the
world would give us the strength there is in a trusted word. Let it
once be felt of man or nation, 'They have said it, therefore they
mean it;' and they have a strength nothing else can give. There must
be two threads to weave a web of false policy. Withdraw one, and the
other falls to pieces of itself. I believe the ruler who could make
the word of an Englishman a proverb for truth, would do more for the
strength of England than one who won her fortresses on every island
and coast in the world."
"But see how the king trusts the people, Mr. Drayton," she said.
"His presence in that very tumultuous disorderly city ought to make
them believe him."
"I do not see that His Majesty has had reason to distrust the
people," my Father replied.
"Ah!" she sighed; "if you had only seen His Majesty amidst his
family, his chivalrous tenderness to the queen, his native
stateliness all laid aside in playful fondness for his children."
"It might have made it more painful to have to distrust him as a
king," my Father replied. "It could scarcely have made it more
possible to trust."
"Well," she said, "either the nation will learn, ere long, to trust
his gracious intentions as he deserves, or will learn to their cost
what a sovereign they have distrusted!"
But scarcely a week afterwards the whole country was set in a flame
by the tidings that His Majesty had gone in person--attended by five
hundred armed men, many of them young desperadoes, feasted the night
before at Whitehall--to arrest the five members (Pym, Hampden,
Hazelrig, Denzil Hollis, and William Strode) in the inviolate
sanctuary of the nation, the Parliament House itself.
And after that my Father and Lady Lucy ceased to hold any more
political debates.
He simply said, when, on the evening of those tidings, we met in the
village,--
"The meaning of His Majesty's promises seems plain at last."
And she replied,--
"But if all good men distrust His Majesty, will he not be driven to
trust to evil men?"
"I am afraid the course of falsehood is ever downward," he answered,
very sadly, "and the breaches of just distrust ever widening."
"But, for heaven's sake, Mr. Drayton," she said, with an imploring
accent, as we returned with her to the Hall, "think before you plunge
into these terrible divisions."
"I have thought long, madam," he said, "for I have fought in the
Thirty Years' War, and seen how war can devastate."
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