The Lion's Whelp: A Story of Cromwell's Time — John Shaqi
The Lion's Whelp: A Story of Cromwell's TimeBarr, Amelia E.
History
The Lion's Whelp: A Story of Cromwell's Time
Barr, Amelia E.
Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
"They are concerned and anxious, but not fearful. Indeed, the old Lady
Cromwell astonished me beyond words. She smiled at the panic in the
city, and said ’It is the beginning of triumph.’ And when madame, the
General’s wife, spoke sharply, being in a heart-pain of loving care, she
answered her daughter-in-law with sweet forbearance in words I cannot
forget: ’Elizabeth, I know from a sure word the ground of my confidence.
I have seen, I have heard. Rest on my assurance, and until triumph
comes, retire to Him who is a sure hiding-place.’ And the light on her
aged face was wonderful; she was like one waiting for a great joy,
restless at times, and going to the windows of her room as if impatient
for its arrival. I count it a mercy and a privilege to have seen her
faith in God, and in her great son. It is the substance of the thing we
hope for, the evidence of what we shall all yet see," he cried in a tone
of exaltation. "And now give me a strong, fresh horse; I will ride all
night! Oh, that I were at great Cromwell’s side! Charles Stuart has
entered England, but Cromwell’s dash and sweep after him will be
something for men and angels to see! Not for my life would I miss it."
"Where do you expect to find Cromwell?"
"I left him at Queensferry in Fife, cutting off the enemy’s victual.
This would force the Stuart either to fight or go southward, for he has
completely exhausted the North, and it seems he has taken the south
road. But it is incredible that this move is either unexpected or
unwelcome to our General. Once before, he put himself between England
and the Scots, and ’how God succoured,’ that is not well to be
forgotten. Those were his words, and you will notice, that it is ’how
God succoured,’ not how Cromwell succeeded. With him it is always, The
Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle;" and Cluny’s voice
rose and his words rang out sharply to the clatter of the horse’s hoofs
on the stone pavement.
Then he turned to Jane. "Darling Jane! My Jane!" and kissing her, he
said boldly to Mrs. Swaffham, "I ask your favour, madame. Jane has this
hour promised to be my wife."
"Jane has then been very forward," answered Mrs. Swaffham with
annoyance, "and both of you very selfish and thoughtless. While your
mother England’s heart is at her lips, in this dread extremity, you two
must needs talk of love and marrying. I am grieved. And Jane’s father
has not been spoken to, and he is first of all. I can say neither yea
nor nay in the matter."
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