“When Cromwell died—the night after the great storm—and his son Dick
couldn’t be bothered with business of state, we sent across the sea for
Charles’s son, and I remember well the joy with which these fickle folk
greeted him as he rode into London on Oak-apple Day. But, my lad, I
blush with shame to think of the foreign wickedness he brought with him,
of the way he squandered the public money and ‘made Israel to sin.’ Not
to my dying day shall I forget standing in the Strand—the very year in
which you were born—and hearing the Dutch guns roaring in the Thames.
It was a bitter disgrace; we all felt it, and we all longed for Blake
and Old Noll again to send the Dutchman to the right about in
double-quick time. Aye, and the second Charles did worse than that; he
sold himself and us to the French king for a dirty pension, and plotted
to overturn the Church and rob us of our liberties. But, thank God! he
went to his own place before he had time to do his worst. And then came
his brother, James the Second. Well, you know all about him. Two short
months ago he lay within these very walls. Now they say he’s with the
French king, and here’s his son-in-law standing in his shoes. The
Dutchman is welcome, lad; he is the saviour of the country, and he has
secured our liberties. Please God, under him the old days of good
government and prosperity shall come back again.”
The liberties of the land were indeed secured, for no future British
king would dare to tread the path which the Stuarts had trod to their
destruction. William and Mary now ruled in England by virtue of a solemn
contract made between themselves and their subjects. Before the crown
was offered to them they were required to assent to the Declaration of
Rights, which branded as illegal all the arrogant pretensions of the
Stuarts. This Declaration asserted anew the national liberties, and is
the third great charter of British liberty.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: =The Prince of Orange landing at Torbay.=
(_From the picture by J. M. W. Turner, R.A. in the National Gallery._)]
[Illustration]
THE GREAT DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH.
“_If I lose mine honour,_
_I lose myself._”
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