Harvey, William, 1578-1657; Physicians -- England -- Biography
Matters were soon brought to a crisis in England; only four days
after Harvey wrote this motto Strafford was beheaded. On January 3,
1641-1642, the King's desperate attempt to seize the five members
precipitated his fate. It led Parliament to make preparations for the
war which had now become inevitable, and Isaac Pennington, a vigorous
and determined Puritan, was chosen Lord Mayor of London. Soldiers were
enrolled to form an army. On the 16th of August, 1642, the King left
London, and six days later his standard was raised at Nottingham.
Harvey accompanied him. The newly raised troops belonging to the
Parliament, as yet ignorant of the trammels of discipline, broke into
the houses of suspected persons, rifled them of their contents and
often sold their booty for the merest trifle. Harvey had been living in
his official lodgings at Whitehall, and though he attended the King,
not only with the consent, but at the desire of the Parliament, he was
very rightly suspected of being a vehement Royalist. Perhaps, too, the
mention of his name in Parliament had brought him prominently into
notice, for though the proceedings of the Parliament were nominally
private, every act was rigorously scrutinised and actively canvassed by
the agitators and local politicians. The chief outbreak of lawlessness
occurred in August, 1642, immediately after it was known that the
King had unfurled his standard, and it was probably on this occasion
that the mob of citizen-soldiers entered Harvey's lodgings, stole his
goods, and scattered his papers. The papers consisted of the records
of a large number of dissections, or as they would now be called
post-mortem examinations, of diseased bodies, with his observations
on the development of insects, and a series of notes on comparative
anatomy. Aubrey says: "He had made dissections of frogs, toads, and
a number of animals, and had curious observations upon them." Harvey
bitterly regretted the loss of his papers which he thus laments:
"Let gentle minds forgive me, if recalling the irreparable injuries
I have suffered, I here give vent to a sigh. This is the cause of my
sorrow:--Whilst in attendance on His Majesty the King during our late
troubles, and more than civil wars, not only with the permission but
by the command of the Parliament, certain rapacious hands not only
stripped my house of all its furniture, but, what is a subject of
far greater regret to me, my enemies abstracted from my museum the
fruits of many years of toil. Whence it has come to pass that many
observations, particularly on the generation of insects, have perished
with detriment, I venture to say, to the republic of letters."
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