. The great civil war of the times of Charles I and Cromwell; with thirty highly-finished engravings . ; butfeared that his weakness and passion woidd not lend him eyes to behold the departure ofhis friend. The next morning, when Strafford was on his way to the scaffold, as heapproached the apartment of the archbishop, he remarked to the heutenant that he didnot see him: nevertheless, continued he, give me leave I pray you, to do my lastobservance towards his chamber. An attendant, in the mean time, having apprised thearchbishop of his approach, he staggered to the window. The eai-1 percei^iag
. The great civil war of the times of Charles I and Cromwell; with thirty highly-finished engravings . ; butfeared that his weakness and passion woidd not lend him eyes to behold the departure ofhis friend. The next morning, when Strafford was on his way to the scaffold, as heapproached the apartment of the archbishop, he remarked to the heutenant that he didnot see him: nevertheless, continued he, give me leave I pray you, to do my lastobservance towards his chamber. An attendant, in the mean time, having apprised thearchbishop of his approach, he staggered to the window. The eai-1 percei^iag him,exclaimed, bowing himself to the ground, My lord, your prayers and youi blessing !The aged primate lifted up his hand, pronoimced his benediction, and, overcome withanguish, fell fainting to the earth. Strafford added these parting words— Farewell, mylord; God protect your innocency! and passed calmly onwards. At the gate of theTower, the lieutenant wished him to enter a coach, lest the emaged populace should rushupon him to tear him in pieces. No, said he, Mr. Lieutenant; I dare look death. 1^ STRAFIOUds FAllEWELL. 89 in the face, and, I hope, the people too. Have you a care that I do not escape. Tis allone how I die; whether by the stioke of the executioner, or the madness and fuiy ofthe people, if that may content them. And, being freer than usual from bodily infir-mities, he walked onward, going before the guards, with a serene yet somewhat elatedcountenance, like a general (as was observed) at the head of his troops. He was habitedin black, with white gloves on his hands. A numerous crowd, consisting of not less thanone hundred thousand persons, stretched in long perspective across Tower Hill; to whomhe frequently took off his hat, and saluted them as he passed. Having ascended the scaffold, followed by Sir George Wentworth, the primate Usher,and others of his fiiends, he knelt down, and, rising, examined the block. He thenintimated his desire to speak to the people
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