Steadily refusing the aid of the protestant divines, who harassed her
with an assiduity that spoke more of polemical pride than of Christian
sincerity, she had performed her orisons with deep devotion, and had
arisen from their performance assured of forgiveness, confident in her
own repentance, and in the mercy of Him who alone is perfect; in peace
and charity even with her direst foes, and happy in the anticipation of
the morrow. She had sat down to her last earthly meal with an appetite
unimpaired by the knowledge that it was to be her last; she had
conversed cheerfully, gayly, with her weeping friends; she had drunk
one cup of wine to their health and happiness, and, in token of her
own gratitude, to each she had distributed some little pledge of her
affectionate regard; and then--amid the notes of dreadful preparation,
the creaking of saws and the clang of hammers, busily converting the
castle-hall into a place of slaughter, as it had been not long before
a place of misnamed justice--she had sunk to sleep so calmly, and
slumbered on with a countenance so moveless in its innocent repose, and
with a bosom so regular in its healthful pulsations, that her admiring
ladies began to look on her as one about to start upon a pleasant
voyage to the harbor of all her wishes, rather than as one about to
perish by a cruel and ignominious death on the scaffold. Hours flew
over the lovely sleeper, and the eyes of her watchers waxed heavier,
till they wept themselves to sleep; and one--an aged woman, who had
watched her infancy and gloried in the promise of her youth--after her
eyes were sealed in sleep, yet continued, by the heavy sobs which burst
from the lips of the slumberer, to manifest the extent of that misery
which abode in all its vividness within the mind, although the body was
wrapt in that state which men have called oblivion.
Such had been the state of things in Mary’s chamber from the first
close of evening to the dead hour of midnight; but ere the east had
begun again to redden with the returning glories of its luminary,
sleep, which still sat leadlike on the eyelids of her attendants,
forsook the hapless sovereign. Silently she arose, and, throwing
a single garment carelessly about her person, passed from her
sleeping-apartment into a little oratory adjoining, without disturbing
from her painful slumbers one of those faithful beings to whom the
distinct consciousness of waking sorrow must have been yet more
painfully acute.
Here, as with a quick but regular step she traversed the narrow turret,
she viewed as it were in the space of a single hour the crowded
events of a life which, unnaturally shortened as it was about to be,
yet contained naught of remote and rare occurrence, but in rapid and
complete succession--those events which make an epoch and an era of
every hour, and lengthen years of time into ages of the mind.
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