The Queen's Maries: A Romance of HolyroodWhyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
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The Queen's Maries: A Romance of Holyrood
Whyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
Mary, Queen of Scots, 1542-1587 -- Fiction
The antiquary prowling about the moss-grown flag-stones that pave
its aisles, or prying into nooks and corners of sinking buttress and
mouldering walls, finds memory sharpened and curiosity stimulated
at every turn. The philosopher, contemplating the length and breadth
of that spacious area, heretofore rich with the decorations of
architecture, and glowing in the pomp and pageantry of Romish piety,
recalls the solemn music, the swinging censers, the carven images,
the twinkling lights, the florid altar, the gilded crozier, and the
mitred abbot, with his train of monks and choristers winding solemnly
up the dusky nave. He speculates, half-pitying, half-sneering, on the
various modes in which men offer their homage to the true God--the
Mollah exhorting the faithful Moslem from a minaret, the priest
pattering Latin in a corner before a crucifix, the precentor’s nasal
psalmody quivering within the unsightly walls of a Presbyterian
meeting-house--and he reflects that the forms of religion change
like the fashion of a garment, and that the offertory of yesterday
becomes the superstition of to-day, and the mummery of to-morrow;
but the Christian, looking upward to that ruined arch, through the
stained glass of which, as through a prism, the light was wont to
stream with rainbow colouring, sees the blue sky of heaven smiling
changeless in its span, and rejoices to believe that clear as the
blessed light of day is the light of piety, penetrating the disguises
and the ceremonials and the ignorant prejudices of weak humanity, like
the sunshine that vivifies as surely the dusky slab lurking in the
gloomiest corner of the cathedral, as the fresh daisy raising its head
on the free mountain side. What matters the fashion of the cup, chased
in gold, or of broken pottery, so the parched lips can but drain their
fill of the waters of life?
It was the Queen’s habit to devote the early part of the day to such
affairs of state as would not excuse neglect, even at St Andrews, and
to the usual household duties, which every lady in the land, royalty
included, then found to occupy a considerable portion of her time. At
twelve, she dined temperately and hastily, after which she mounted her
horse, and, accompanied by as small a retinue as possible, devoted the
afternoon to exercise and amusement.
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