The Wars of the Roses; or, Stories of the Struggle of York and LancasterEdgar, John G. (John George)
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The Wars of the Roses; or, Stories of the Struggle of York and Lancaster
Edgar, John G. (John George)
Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485
When the lords appeared in the king's chamber, and assembled around his
bed, Edward addressed to them an impressive speech. Having indicated
his brother Richard, Duke of Gloucester, as the fittest person to be
Protector of the realm, he expressed much anxiety about the affairs of
his kingdom and family, pointed out the perils of discord in a state,
and lamented that it had been his lot "to win the courtesy of men's
knees by the fall of so many heads." After thus smoothing the way, as
it were, he put it to his lords, as a last request, that they should
lay aside all variance, and love one another. At this solemn appeal
the lords acted their parts with a decorum which imposed on the dying
man. Two celebrated characters, indeed, were absent, whose talents for
dissimulation could not have failed to distinguish them. Gloucester was
on the borders of Scotland, and Rivers on the marches of Wales; so that
Richard Plantagenet, with his dark guile, and Anthony Woodville, with
his airy pretensions, were wanting to complete the scene. But Hastings,
Dorset, and others, though their hearts were far asunder, shook hands
and embraced with every semblance of friendship; and the king dismissed
them with the idea that he had effected a reconciliation.
His affairs on earth thus settled, as he believed, Edward proceeded
to make his peace with heaven. Having received such consolations as
the Church administers to frail men when they are going to judgment,
and committed his soul to the mercy of GOD, Edward awaited the coming
of the Great Destroyer. On the 9th of April his hour arrived; and,
complaining of drowsiness, he turned on his side. While in that
position he fell into the sleep that knows no breaking; and his spirit,
which had so often luxuriated in carnage and strife, departed in peace.
On the day when the king breathed his last he lay exposed in the
Palace of Westminster, that the lords, temporal and spiritual, and
the municipal functionaries of London might have an opportunity of
ascertaining that he had not been murdered. This ceremony over, the
body was seared and removed to St. Stephen's Chapel, and there watched
by nobles, while masses were sung.
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