‘CHAPTER
XXXVIII
My life was of a piece,
Spent in your service — dying at your feet.
Spent in your service — dying at your feet.
Don Sebastian.
YEARS rush by us like the wind. We see not whence the
eddy comes, nor whitherward it is tending, and we seem ourselves to witness
their flight without a sense that we are changed; and yet Time is beguiling man
of his strength, as the winds rob the woods of their foliage.
After the marriage of
Alice and Markham Everard, the old knight resided near them, in an ancient
manor-house, belonging to the redeemed portion of his estate, where Joceline
and Phoebe, now man and wife, with one or two domestics, regulated the affairs
of his household. When he tired of Shakspeare and solitude, he was ever a
welcome guest at his son-in-law's, where he went the more frequently that
Markham had given up all concern in public affairs, disapproving of the
forcible dismissal of the Parliament, and submitting to Cromwell's subsequent
domination rather as that which was the lesser evil than as to a government
which he regarded as legal. Cromwell seemed ever willing to show himself his
friend; but Everard, resenting highly the proposal to deliver up the King,
which he considered as an insult to his honour, never answered such advances,
and became, on the contrary, of the opinion, which was now generally prevalent
in the nation, that a settled government could not be obtained without the
recall of the banished family. There is no doubt that the personal kindness
which he had received from Charles rendered him the more readily disposed to
such a measure. He was peremptory, however, in declining all engagements during
Oliver's life, whose power he considered as too firmly fixed to be shaken by
any plots which could be formed against it.
Meantime, Wildrake continued to be Everard's protected
dependant as before, though sometimes the connexion tended not a little to his
inconvenience. That respectable person, indeed, while he remained stationary in
his patron's house or that of the old knight, discharged many little duties in
the family, and won Alice's heart by his attention to the children, teaching
the boys, of whom they had three, to ride, fence, toss the pike, and many
similar exercises; and, above all, filling up a great blank in her father's
existence, with whom he played at chess and backgammon, or read Shakspeare, or
was clerk to prayers when any sequestrated divine ventured to read the service
of the church; or he found game for him while the old gentleman continued to go
a-sporting; and, especially, he talked over the storming of Brentford, and the
battles of Edgehill, Banbury, Roundway Down, and
others — themes which the aged Cavalier delighted in, but which he could not so
well enter upon with Colonel Everard, who had gained his laurels in the
Parliament service…’
A number of
the English Civil War battles are mentioned in Walter Scott’s “Woodstock”. The Battle of Roundway Down was fought this
day, July 13th, in 1643. It
was an unlucky day for Parliamentarian forces under Sir William Waller, and a
better day for Lord Ralph Hopton, and Royalist interests.
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