The life-story of Charlotte de la Trémoille, Countess of DerbyRowsell, Mary C. (Mary Catherine)
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The life-story of Charlotte de la Trémoille, Countess of Derby
Rowsell, Mary C. (Mary Catherine)
Derby, Charlotte Stanley, countess of, 1599-1664
“MY DEAR HEART—Hitherto I have been able to send you some
consolation in my letters, but alas! I have now none to
offer you. There only remains for us our last and best
refuge, the Almighty, to whose will we must submit; and when
we see how it has pleased Him to dispose of this nation and
of its Government, there is nothing for us to do, but to put
our finger on our lips, and bring ourselves to confess that
our sins, with those of others, have drawn these misfortunes
upon us, and with tears implore Him to have pity on us.”
Having given up their beloved little last stronghold to Duckenfield,
the Earl advises the Countess to retire to some peaceful spot; then,
“having leisure to think of your poor children, you will be able in
some way to provide for their subsistence, and then prepare to
rejoin your friends above in that happy place where peace reigns,
far from differences of opinion.
“I entreat you, dearest heart, by all the grace God has
given you, to use your patience in this great and cruel
trial. If any evil befall you, I should, as it were, be
dead; but till then I live in you, who are truly myself’s
better part. When I am no more, think of yourself and of my
poor children. Have courage, and God will bless you.
“I thank the great goodness of God, who gave me such a wife
as you, the honour of my family, and for me the most
excellent of companions, so pious and deserving, so entirely
all the good that can be said, that it is impossible to say
enough. I beg, with all my soul, God’s forgiveness if I have
not sufficiently recognised this great benefit, and with
clasped hands I equally entreat you to pardon anything I may
ever have done to offend you. I have no time to say more. I
implore the Most High to bless you, as well as my dear Mall,
Ned, and Billy. Amen! Lord Jesus!”
Then followed the few touching lines to—
“MY DEAR MALL, MY NED, AND MY BILLY—I remember how sad you
were to see me go away; but I fear that your grief will be
redoubled when you learn that you will never see me more in
this world. It is my advice to all of you to conquer down
your grief. You are all of a nature for that to do you much
harm. My desire and my prayer to God is that your life may
be happy. Strive to lead it as purely as possible, and shun
sin as much as is in your power.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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