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
"But the Ten Commandments fought against them there too. 'The stars
in their courses fought against Sisera.'" There was no night's rest
for the king in the houses he had seen rifled and dishonoured but a
few days before, and never lifted up his voice to hinder it. And on
and on he had to fly, to Ashby-de-la-Zouch, Wales, and who knows
where? The plunder of Leicester lay strewn about the fallow field at
Naseby, where we camped that night, with six hundred of the
plunderers dead. Yet God forbid I slander the dead. They fought
like true men. And brave, young Master Harry Davenant was among
them. Belike the true men fell; and the plunderers fled off safe, as
such vermin do. Until the Lord and the Ten Commandments take them in
hand and bring them to account, whether in the body or out of the
body.
"A hundred Irish Papist women were found hanging about the
battle-field, armed with long knives, and speaking no Christian
tongue. Poor benighted savages! Very strange to think such have
husbands, and children, and hearts, and souls. Yet belike so had the
Canaanites. These things are dark to me. I have wrestled sore there
about, but can get no light on them.
"Two or three days after the battle a young gentleman, a preacher,
aged some thirty years, came amongst the army. His name was Richard
Baxter, a puny feeble body, marked with small-pox, and bowed and worn
at thirty like an old man. Yet had the puny body good quality of
courage in it. Courage of the soul, burning out of his dark eyes.
Courage, surely, he had of his kind. For he came amongst our men,
flushed and strong from the victorious fight, and exhorted us as if
we had been a pack of school-boys. Called us--the Ironsides, and
Whalley's and Rue's regiments of horse--'hot-headed, self-conceited
sectaries,' Anabaptists, Antinomians, and what not--us who had been
fighting the Lord's battles for him and the like of him these two
years! Took our camp jokes ill, about 'Scotch _dryvines_,'
'Dissembling men at Westminster,' and '_priest_byters.' Called us
profane; us who had paid twelve-pence fine for one careless oath ever
since we came together.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account