Showing posts with label William of Orange. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William of Orange. Show all posts

Friday, November 4, 2011

William of Orange


Last year’s post covered William of Orange’s marriage to Mary Stuart (November 4, 1677).  November 4 was important to William for another reason: it was his birthday.  The year was 1650, making him just 27 when he and Mary wed.  The eldest son of the daughter (also a Mary Stuart) of Charles I of England was never far from the Stuart’s domain.  Sir Walter Scott portrays some of the background for William’s eventual ascendancy to the English throne in his “Tales of a Grandfather”.

‘When the Duke of York ascended the throne on the death of his brother Charles, he assumed the title of James II. of England, and James VII. of Scotland. His eldest daughter, Mary (whom he had by his first wife), was married to William, Prince of Orange, the Stadtholder or President of tfce Dutch United Provinces; a Prince of great wisdom, sense, and courage, distinguished by the share he had taken in opposing the ambition of France. He was now next heir to the crown of England, unless the King, his father-in-law, should have a surviving son by his present Queen, Mary of Este. It was natural to conclude, that the Prince of Orange viewed with the most intense interest the various revolutions and changes of disposition which took place in a kingdom where he possessed so deep a stake. It did not escape remark, that the Duke of Monmouth, the Earl of Argyle, and the various malcontents who were compelled to fly from England or Scotland, seemed to find support, as well as refuge, in Holland. On this subject James made several remonstrances to his son-in-law, which the Prince evaded, by alleging that a free state, like the Dutch republic, could not shut its ports against fugitives, of whatever description; and with such excuses James was obliged to remain satisfied. Nevertheless, the enemies of the monarch were so completely subdued, both in Scotland and England, that no prince in Europe seemed more firmly seated upon his throne…’

Friday, July 1, 2011

Battle of the Boyne

'In July this year [1825] the Laird paid his promised visit to Ireland, which Johnson said, "Was worth seeing, but not worth going to see." He sailed from Glasgow, and was charmed with the magnificent scenery on the Firth of Clyde. He arrived with his party at Dublin, having halted at Drogheda to visit the field of the battle of the Boyne. They reached Walter's house in Stephen's Green in time for dinner, and Scott looked round with joy and pride as he first sat at his son's table. "How pleasant it is," says Scott, "for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of the oak which he has planted."...'

The text above is from James Hay's "Sir Walter Scott".  In 1825 Scott took a long anticipated trip to Ireland.  July was a good time to visit the battlefield of Boyne, where the fight between the deposed King James Stuart and incumbent King William III took placeWilliam's victory effectively ended James Stuart's chances of regaining the throne.  The battle took place on July 1/11 (J/G), 1690.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Orange Invitation

There may have been a Glorious Revolution without him, but William of Orange was the man who took the helm in 1688, replacing the Stuart king James II as King of England.  William was invited into England by a letter delivered on June 30, 1688, and landed at Torbay on November 15th.

Without the Glorious Revolution, Walter Scott's characters the Ravenswoods, in "The Bride of Lammermoor", would not have lost legal right to their estate:

'A day was accordingly fixed for holding a grand palaver at Wolf's Hope on the subject of Caleb's requisitions, and he was invited to attend at the hamlet for that purpose. 

He went with open hands and empty stomach, trusting to fill the one on his master's account and the other on his own score, at the expense of the feuars of Wolf's Hope. But, death to his hopes! as he entered the eastern end of the straggling village, the awful form of Davie Dingwall, a sly, dry, hard-fisted, shrewd country attorney, who had already acted against the family of Ravenswood, and was a principal agent of Sir William Ashton, trotted in at the western extremity, bestriding a leathern portmanteau stuffed with the feu-charters of the hamlet, and hoping he had not kept Mr. Balderstone waiting, "as he was instructed and fully empowered to pay or receive, compound or compensate, and, in fine, to age as accords respecting all mutual and unsettled claims whatsoever, belonging or competent to the Honourable Edgar Ravenswood, commonly called the Master of Ravenswood——"...'