Riperdá, Juan Guillermo, Duke of, 1680-1737 -- Fiction; Wharton, Philip Wharton, Duke of, 1698-1731 -- Fiction
Supposing his Lordship had come there, merely as an admirer of
antiquity, Louis did not hesitate to join him; and entering into
conversation on this idea, he began to point out the most perfect
specimens of its ancient architecture; and to name the periods of
British history which they commemorated, as the times of the abbey's
erection, enlargement, or repairing. As he was master of his subject;
and spoke of its early founders, Oswald and Aidan, with not merely
historical accuracy, but reverence for their holy zeal; Santa Cruz
pressed the hand of his young companion; and attended with questioning
complacency, till he almost forgot he was not listening to a good
Catholic. He could not comprehend how a disciple of heresy, could have
more toleration for the professors of the Roman creed, than he had for
heretical infidelity; and therefore, with a hope that the Catholic
Faith, which Baron de Ripperda had abjured, was latent in his son,
the Marquis willingly gave way to the predilection he had conceived
for him; and strolled with him over the whole ruin. After having been
ascertained of the place where rested the mortal part of the exemplary
Saint Aidan; he again bowed to the vacant spot, at the right side of
the high altar, which had once contained the stone shrine of the holy
Cuthbert.--Louis conducted him to a cell, now choaked with docks and
nettles, which had once been the penitentiary of a King. Near this
half-buried vault, lay several flat crosiered tomb-stones of different
dates; and amongst them were two mitred brothers of the Barons of
Athelstone and of Bamborough.
"You are nobly descended, Mr. de Montemar!" observed the Marquis; "By
your mother's side from these powerful Northumbrian Barons.--By your
father's, from the princely house of Nassau, and the more illustrious
Ripperda of Andalusia. These were all faithful sons of the cross!--but
now that their posterity have embraced the schisms of infidelity--oh,
my ingenuous young friend, are you not at this moment ready to exclaim,
_How am I fallen!_"
"No, my Lord," returned Louis, "I have too British a spirit, to
regret the feudal power which was founded on the vassalage of my
fellow-creatures,--and though my father may have forfeited all claim
to the restitution of his paternal rights in Spain, by having become a
proselyte to the religion in which I have been educated; I cannot deem
any depression of rank a debasement, which is incurred in so sacred a
cause."
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