But the blatant beast has been busy at home; and, in spite of Chapman"s heroical verses, he meets with little but cold looks.
Never mind. If the world will not help to do the deed, he will do it by himself; and no time must be lost, for the Spaniards on their part will lose none. So, after six months, the faithful Keymis sails again, again helped by the Lord High Admiral and Sir Robert Cecil.
It is a hard race for one private man against the whole power and wealth of Spain; and the Spaniard has been beforehand with them, and re-occupied the country. They have fortified themselves at the mouth of the Caroli, so it is impossible to get to the gold mines; they are enslaving the wretched Indians, carrying off their women, intending to transplant some tribes and to expel others, and arming cannibal tribes against the inhabitants. All is misery and rapine; the scattered remnant comes asking piteously why Raleigh does not come over to deliver them? Have the Spaniards slain him, too? Keymis comforts them as he best can; hears of more gold mines; and gets back safe, a little to his own astonishment; for eight-and-twenty ships of war have been sent to Trinidad to guard the entrance to El Dorado, not surely, as Keymis well says, "to keep us only from tobacco." A colony of 500 persons is expected from Spain. The Spaniard is well aware of the richness of the prize, says Keymis, who all through shows himself a worthy pupil of his master. A careful, observant man he seems to have been, trained by that great example to overlook no fact, even the smallest. He brings home lists of rivers, towns, caciques, poison-herbs, words, what not; he has fresh news of gold, spleen-stones, kidney-stones, and some fresh specimens; but be that as it may, he, "without going as far as his eyes can warrant, can promise Brazil-wood, honey, cotton, balsamum, and drugs, to defray charges." He would fain copy Raleigh"s style, too, and "whence his lamp had oil, borrow light also," "seasoning his unsavoury speech"
with some of the "leaven of Raleigh"s discourse." Which, indeed, he does even to little pedantries and attempts at cla.s.sicality; and after professing that himself and the remnant of his few years he hath bequeathed wholly to Raleana, and his thoughts live only in that action, he rises into something like grandeur when he begins to speak of that ever-fertile subject, the Spanish cruelties to the Indians; "Doth not the cry of the poor succourless ascend unto the heavens?
Hath G.o.d forgotten to be gracious to the work of his own hands. Or shall not his judgments in a day of visitation by the ministry of his chosen servant come upon these bloodthirsty butchers, like rain into a fleece of wool?" Poor Keymis! To us he is by no means the least beautiful figure in this romance; a faithful, diligent, loving man, unable, as the event proved, to do great deeds by himself, but inspired with a great idea by contact with a mightier spirit, to whom he clings through evil report, and poverty, and prison, careless of self to the last, and ends tragically, "faithful unto death" in the most awful sense.
But here remark two things: first, that Cecil believes in Raleigh"s Guiana scheme; next, that the occupation of Orinoco by the Spaniards, which Raleigh is accused of having concealed from James in 1617, has been ever since 1595 matter of the most public notoriety.
Raleigh has not been idle in the meanwhile. It has been found necessary after all to take the counsel which he gave in vain in 1588, to burn the Spanish fleet in harbour; and the heroes are gone down to Cadiz fight, and in one day of thunder storm the Sevastopol of Spain. Here, as usual, we find Raleigh, though in an inferior command, leading the whole by virtue of superior wisdom. When the good Lord Admiral will needs be cautious, and land the soldiers first, it is Raleigh who persuades him to force his way into the harbour, to the joy of all captains. When hotheaded Ess.e.x, casting his hat into the sea for joy, shouts "Intramos," and will in at once, Raleigh"s time for caution comes, and he persuades them to wait till the next morning, and arrange the order of attack. That, too, Raleigh has to do, and moreover to lead it; and lead it he does.
Under the forts are seventeen galleys; the channel is "scoured" with cannon: but on holds Raleigh"s "Warspite," far ahead of the rest, through the thickest of the fire, answering forts and galleys "with a blur of the trumpet to each piece, disdaining to shoot at those esteemed dreadful monsters." For there is a n.o.bler enemy ahead.
Right in front lie the galleons; and among them the "Philip" and the "Andrew," two of those who boarded the "Revenge." This day there shall be a reckoning for the blood of his old friend; he is "resolved to be revenged for the "Revenge,"" Sir Richard Grenvile"s fatal ship, or second her with his own life"; and well he keeps his vow. Three hours pa.s.s of desperate valour, during which, so narrow is the pa.s.sage, only seven English ships, thrusting past each other, all but quarrelling in their n.o.ble rivalry, engage the whole Spanish fleet of fifty-seven sail, and destroy it utterly. The "Philip" and "Thomas"
burn themselves despairing. The English boats save the "Andrew" and "Matthew." One pa.s.ses over the hideous record. "If any man," says Raleigh, "had a desire to see h.e.l.l itself, it was there most lively figured." Keymis"s prayer is answered in part, even while he writes it; and the cry of the Indians has not ascended in vain before the throne of G.o.d!
The soldiers are landed; the city stormed and sacked, not without mercies and courtesies, though, to women and unarmed folk, which win the hearts of the vanquished, and live till this day in well-known ballads. The Flemings begin a "merciless slaughter." Raleigh and the Lord Admiral beat them off. Raleigh is carried on sh.o.r.e with a splinter wound in the leg, which lames him for life: but returns on board in an hour in agony; for there is no admiral left to order the fleet, and all are run headlong to the sack. In vain he attempts to get together sailors the following morning, and attack the Indian fleet in Porto Real Roads; within twenty-four hours it is burnt by the Spaniards themselves; and all Raleigh wins is no booty, a lame leg, and the honour of having been the real author of a victory even more glorious than that of 1588.
So he returns; having written to Cecil the highest praises of Ess.e.x, whom he treats with all courtesy and fairness; which those who will may call cunning: we have as good a right to say that he was returning good for evil. There were n.o.ble qualities in Ess.e.x. All the world gave him credit for them, and far more than he deserved; why should not Raleigh have been just to him; even have conceived, like the rest of the world, high hopes of him, till he himself destroyed these hopes? For now storms are rising fast. On their return Cecil is in power. He has been made Secretary of State instead of Bodley, Ess.e.x"s pet, and the spoilt child begins to sulk.
On which matter, I am sorry to say, historians talk much unwisdom, about Ess.e.x"s being too "open and generous, etc., for a courtier,"
and "presuming on his mistress"s pa.s.sion for him"; and representing Elizabeth as desiring to be thought beautiful, and "affecting at sixty the sighs, loves, tears, and tastes of a girl of sixteen," and so forth. It is really time to get rid of some of this fulsome talk, culled from such triflers as...o...b..rne, if not from the darker and fouler sources of Parsons and the Jesuit slanderers, which I meet with a flat denial. There is simply no proof. She in love with Ess.e.x or Cecil? Yes, as a mother with a son. Were they not the children of her dearest and most faithful servants, men who had lived heroic lives for her sake? What wonder if she fancied that she saw the fathers in the sons? They had been trained under her eye. What wonder if she fancied that they could work as their fathers worked before them? And what shame if her childless heart yearned over them with unspeakable affection, and longed in her old age to lay her hands upon the shoulders of those two young men, and say to England, "Behold the children which G.o.d, and not the flesh, has given me!"
Most strange it is, too, that women, who ought at least to know a woman"s heart, have been especially forward in publishing these scandals, and sullying their pages by retailing pruriences against such a one as Queen Elizabeth.
But to return. Raleigh attaches himself to Cecil; and he has good reason. Cecil is the cleverest man in England, saving himself. He has trusted and helped him, too, in two Guiana voyages; so the connection is one of grat.i.tude as well as prudence. We know not whether he helped him in the third Guiana voyage in the same year, under Captain Berry, a north Devon man, from Grenvile"s country; who found a "mighty folk," who were "something pleasant, having drunk much that day," and carried bows with golden handles: but failed in finding the Lake Parima, and so came home.
Raleigh"s first use of his friendship with Cecil is to reconcile him, to the astonishment of the world, with Ess.e.x, alleging how much good may grow by it; for now "the Queen"s continual unquietness will grow to contentment." That, too, those who will may call policy. We have as good a right to call it the act of a wise and faithful subject, and to say, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of G.o.d." He has his reward for it in full restoration to the Queen"s favour; he deserves it. He proves himself once more worthy of power, and it is given to him. Then there is to be a second great expedition: but this time its aim is the Azores.
Philip, only maddened by the loss at Cadiz, is preparing a third armament for the invasion of England and Ireland, and it is said to lie at the islands to protect the Indian fleet. Raleigh has the victualling of the land-forces, and, like everything else he takes in hand, "it is very well done." Lord Howard declines the chief command, and it is given to Ess.e.x. Raleigh is to be rear-admiral.
By the time they reach the Azores, Ess.e.x has got up a foolish quarrel against Raleigh for disrespect in having stayed behind to bring up some stragglers. But when no Armada is to be found at the Azores, Ess.e.x has after all to ask Raleigh what he shall do next. Conquer the Azores, says Raleigh, and the thing is agreed on. Raleigh and Ess.e.x are to attack Fayal. Ess.e.x sails away before Raleigh has watered. Raleigh follows as fast as he can, and at Fayal finds no Ess.e.x. He must water there, then and at once. His own veterans want him to attack forthwith, for the Spaniards are fortifying fast: but he will wait for Ess.e.x. Still no Ess.e.x comes. Raleigh attempts to water, is defied, finds himself "in for it," and takes the island out of hand in the most masterly fashion, to the infuriation of Ess.e.x.
Good Lord Howard patches up the matter, and the hot-headed c.o.xcomb is once more pacified. They go on to Graciosa, where Ess.e.x"s weakness of will again comes out, and he does not take the island. Three rich Caracks, however, are picked up. "Though we shall be little the better for them," says Raleigh privately to Sir Arthur Gorges, his faithful captain, "yet I am heartily glad for our General"s sake; because they will in great measure give content to her Majesty, so that there may be no repining against this poor Lord for the expense of the voyage."
Raleigh begins to see that Ess.e.x is only to be pitied; that the voyage is not over likely to end well: but he takes it, in spite of ill-usage, as a kind-hearted man should. Again Ess.e.x makes a fool of himself. They are to steer one way in order to intercept the Plate- fleet. Ess.e.x having agreed to the course pointed out, alters his course on a fancy; then alters it a second time, though the hapless Monson, with the whole Plate-fleet in sight, is hanging out lights, firing guns, and shrieking vainly for the General, who is gone on a new course, in which he might have caught the fleet after all, in spite of his two mistakes, but that he chooses to go a roundabout way instead of a short one; and away goes the whole fleet, save one Carack, which runs itself on sh.o.r.e and burns, and the game is played out and lost.
All want Ess.e.x to go home, as the season is getting late: but the wilful and weak man will linger still, and while he is hovering to the south, Philip"s armament has sailed from the Groyne, on the undefended sh.o.r.es of England, and only G.o.d"s hand saves us from the effects of Ess.e.x"s folly. A third time the Armadas of Spain are overwhelmed by the avenging tempests, and Ess.e.x returns to disgrace, having proved himself at once intemperate and incapable. Even in coming home there is confusion, and Ess.e.x is all but lost on the Bishop and Clerks, by Scilly, in spite of the warnings of Raleigh"s sailing-master, "Old Broadbent," who is so exasperated at the general stupidity that he wants Raleigh to leave Ess.e.x and his squadron to get out of their own sc.r.a.pe as they can.
Ess.e.x goes off to sulk at Wanstead; but Vere excuses him, and in a few days he comes back, and will needs fight good Lord Howard for being made Earl of Nottingham for his services against the Armada and at Cadiz. Baulked of this, he begins laying the blame of the failure at the Azores on Raleigh. Let the spoilt naughty boy take care; even that "admirable temper" for which Raleigh is famed may be worn out at last.
These years are Raleigh"s noon--stormy enough at best, yet brilliant.
There is a pomp about him, outward and inward, which is terrible to others, dangerous to himself. One has gorgeous glimpses of that grand Durham House of his, with its carvings and its antique marbles, armorial escutcheons, "beds with green silk hangings and legs like dolphins, overlaid with gold": and the man himself, tall, beautiful, and graceful, perfect alike in body and in mind, walking to and fro, his beautiful wife upon his arm, his n.o.ble boy beside his knee, in his "white satin doublet, embroidered with pearls, and a great chain of pearls about his neck," lording it among the lords with an "awfulness and ascendency above other mortals," for which men say that "his naeve is, that he is d.a.m.nable proud"; and no wonder. The reduced squire"s younger son has gone forth to conquer the world; and he fancies, poor fool, that he has conquered it, just as it really has conquered him; and he will stand now on his blood and his pedigree (no bad one either), and all the more stiffly because puppies like Lord Oxford, who instead of making their fortunes have squandered them, call him "jack and upstart," and make impertinent faces while the Queen is playing the virginals, about "how when jacks go up, heads go down." Proud? No wonder if the man be proud! "Is not this great Babylon, which I have built?" And yet all the while he has the most affecting consciousness that all this is not G.o.d"s will, but the will of the flesh; that the house of fame is not the house of G.o.d; that its floor is not the rock of ages, but the sea of gla.s.s mingled with fire, which may crack beneath him any moment, and let the nether flame burst up. He knows that he is living in a splendid lie; that he is not what G.o.d meant him to be. He longs to flee away and be at peace. It is to this period, not to his death- hour, that "The Lie" belongs; {4} saddest of poems, with its melodious contempt and life-weariness. All is a lie--court, church, statesmen, courtiers, wit and science, town and country, all are shams; the days are evil; the canker is at the root of all things; the old heroes are dying one by one; the Elizabethan age is rotting down, as all human things do, and nothing is left but to bewail with Spenser "The Ruins of Time"; the glory and virtue which have been-- the greater glory and virtue which might be even now, if men would but arise and repent, and work righteousness, as their fathers did before them. But no. Even to such a world as this he will cling, and flaunt it about as captain of the guard in the Queen"s progresses and masques and pageants, with sword-belt studded with diamonds and rubies, or at tournaments, in armour of solid silver, and a gallant train with orange-tawny feathers, provoking Ess.e.x to bring in a far larger train in the same colours, and swallow up Raleigh"s pomp in his own, so achieving that famous "feather triumph" by which he gains little but bad blood and a good jest. For Ess.e.x is no better tilter than he is general; and having "run very ill" in his orange-tawny, comes next day in green, and runs still worse, and yet is seen to be the same cavalier; whereon a spectator shrewdly observes that he changed his colours "that it may be reported that there was one in green who ran worse than he in orange-tawny." But enough of these toys, while G.o.d"s handwriting is upon the wall above all heads.
Raleigh knows that the handwriting is there. The spirit which drove him forth to Virginia and Guiana is fallen asleep: but he longs for Sherborne and quiet country life, and escapes thither during Ess.e.x"s imprisonment, taking Cecil"s son with him, and writes as only he can write about the shepherd"s peaceful joys, contrasted with "courts"
and "masques" and "proud towers" -
"Here are no false entrapping baits Too hasty for too hasty fates, Unless it be The fond credulity Of silly fish, that worlding who still look Upon the bait, but never on the hook; Nor envy, unless among The birds, for prize of their sweet song.
"Go! let the diving negro seek For pearls hid in some forlorn creek, We all pearls scorn, Save what the dewy morn Congeals upon some little spire of gra.s.s, Which careless shepherds beat down as they pa.s.s And gold ne"er here appears Save what the yellow Ceres bears."
Tragic enough are the after scenes of Raleigh"s life: but most tragic of all are these scenes of vain-glory, in which he sees the better part, and yet chooses the worse, and pours out his self- discontent in song which proves the fount of delicacy and beauty which lies pure and bright beneath the gaudy artificial crust. What might not this man have been! And he knows that too. The stately rooms of Durham House pall on him, and he delights to hide up in his little study among his books and his chemical experiments, and smoke his silver pipe, and look out on the clear Thames and the green Surrey hills, and dream about Guiana and the Tropics; or to sit in the society of antiquaries with Selden and Cotton, Camden and Stow; or in his own Mermaid Club, with Ben Jonson, Fletcher, Beaumont, and at last with Shakspeare"s self to hear and utter
"Words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whom they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest."
Anything to forget the handwriting on the wall, which will not be forgotten. But he will do all the good which he can meanwhile, nevertheless. He will serve G.o.d and Mammon. So complete a man will surely be able to do both. Unfortunately the thing is impossible, as he discovers too late: but he certainly goes as near success in the attempt as ever man did. Everywhere we find him doing justly and loving mercy. Wherever this man steps he leaves his footprint ineffaceably in deeds of benevolence. For one year only, it seems, he is governor of Jersey; yet to this day, it is said, the islanders honour his name, only second to that of Duke Rollo, as their great benefactor, the founder of their Newfoundland trade. In the west country he is "as a king," "with ears and mouth always open to hear and deliver their grievances, feet and hands ready to go and work their redress." The tin-merchants have become usurers "of fifty in the hundred." Raleigh works till he has put down their "abominable and cut-throat dealing." There is a burdensome west-country tax on curing fish; Raleigh works till it is revoked. In Parliament he is busy with liberal measures, always before his generation. He puts down a foolish act for compulsory sowing of hemp in a speech on the freedom of labour worthy of the nineteenth century. He argues against raising the subsidy from the three-pound men--"Call you this, Mr. Francis Bacon, par jugum, when a poor man pays as much as a rich?" He is equally rational and spirited against the exportation of ordnance to the enemy; and when the question of abolishing monopolies is mooted he has his wise word. He too is a monopolist of tin, as Lord Warden of the Stannaries. But he has so wrought as to bring good out of evil; for "before the granting of his patent, let the price of tin be never so high, the poor workman never had but two shillings a week"; yet now, so has he extended and organised the tin- works, "that any man who will can find work, be tin at what price soever, and have four shillings a week truly paid . . . Yet if all others may be repealed, I will give my consent as freely to the cancelling of this as any member of this house." Most of the monopolies were repealed: but we do not find that Raleigh"s was among them. Why should it be if its issue was more tin, full work, and double wages? In all things this man approves himself faithful in his generation. His sins are not against man, but against G.o.d; such as the world thinks no sins, and hates them, not from morality, but from envy.
In the meanwhile, the evil which, so Spenser had prophesied, only waited Raleigh"s death breaks out in his absence, and Ireland is all aflame with Tyrone"s rebellion. Raleigh is sent for. He will not accept the post of Lord Deputy and go to put it down. Perhaps he does not expect fair play as long as Ess.e.x is at home. Perhaps he knows too much of the "common weal, or rather common woe," and thinks that what is crooked cannot be made straight. Perhaps he is afraid to lose by absence his ground at court. Would that he had gone, for Ireland"s sake and his own. However, it must not be. Ormond is recalled, and Knollys shall be sent: but Ess.e.x will have none but Sir George Carew; whom, Naunton says, he hates, and wishes to oust from court. He and Elizabeth argue it out. He turns his back on her, and she gives him--or does not give him, for one has found so many of these racy anecdotes vanish on inspection into simple wind, that one believes none of them--a box on the ear; which if she did, she did the most wise, just, and practical thing which she could do with such a puppy. He claps his hand--or does not--to his sword, "He would not have taken it from Henry VIII.," and is turned out forthwith. In vain Egerton, the Lord Keeper, tries to bring him to reason. He storms insanely. Every one on earth is wrong but he: every one is conspiring against him; he talks of "Solomon"s fool"
too. Had he read the Proverbs a little more closely, he might have left the said fool alone, as being a too painfully exact likeness of himself. It ends by his being worsted, and Raleigh rising higher than ever.
I cannot see why Raleigh should be represented as henceforth becoming Ess.e.x"s "avowed enemy," save on the ground that all good men are and ought to be the enemies of bad men, when they see them about to do harm, and to ruin the country. Ess.e.x is one of the many persons upon whom this age has lavished a quant.i.ty of sentimentality, which suits oddly enough with its professions of impartiality. But there is an impartiality which ends in utter injustice; which by saying carelessly to every quarrel, "Both are right, and both are wrong,"
leaves only the impression that all men are wrong, and ends by being unjust to every one. So has Elizabeth and Ess.e.x"s quarrel been treated. There was some evil in Ess.e.x; therefore Elizabeth was a fool for liking him. There was some good in Ess.e.x; therefore Elizabeth was cruel in punishing him. This is the sort of slipshod dilemma by which Elizabeth is proved to be wrong, even while Ess.e.x is confessed to be wrong too; while the patent facts of the case are, that Elizabeth bore with him as long as she could, and a great deal longer than any one else could. Why Raleigh should be accused of helping to send Ess.e.x into Ireland, I do not know. Camden confesses (at the same time that he gives a hint of the kind) that Ess.e.x would let no one go but himself. And if this was his humour, one can hardly wonder at Cecil and Raleigh, as well as Elizabeth, bidding the man begone and try his hand at government, and be filled with the fruit of his own devices. He goes; does nothing; or rather worse than nothing; for in addition to the notorious ill-management of the whole matter, we may fairly say that he killed Elizabeth. She never held up her head again after Tyrone"s rebellion. Elizabeth still clings to him, changing her mind about him every hour, and at last writes him such a letter as he deserves. He has had power, money, men, such as no one ever had before. Why has he done nothing but bring England to shame? He comes home frantically--the story of his bursting into the dressing-room rests on no good authority--with a party of friends at his heels, leaving Ireland to take care of itself. Whatever entertainment he met with from the fond old woman, he met with the coldness which he deserved from Raleigh and Cecil.
Who can wonder? What had he done to deserve aught else? But he all but conquers; and Raleigh takes to his bed in consequence, sick of the whole matter; as one would have been inclined to do oneself. He is examined and arraigned; writes a maudlin letter to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth has been called a fool for listening to such pathetical "love letters": and then hardhearted for not listening to them.
Poor Lady! do what she would, she found it hard enough to please all parties while alive; must she be condemned over and above in aeternum to be wrong whatsoever she did? Why is she not to have the benefit of the plain straightforward interpretation which would be allowed to any other human being; namely, that she approved of such fine talk as long as it was proved to be sincere by fine deeds: but that when these were wanting, the fine talk became hollow, fulsome, a fresh cause of anger and disgust? Yet still she weeps over Ess.e.x when he falls sick, as any mother would; and would visit him if she could with honour. But a "malignant influence counteracts every disposition to relent." No doubt, a man"s own folly, pa.s.sion, and insolence has generally a very malignant influence on his fortunes; and he may consider himself a very happy man if all that befalls to him thereby is what befell Ess.e.x, namely, deprivation of his offices and imprisonment in his own house. He is forgiven after all; but the spoilt child refuses his bread and b.u.t.ter without sugar. What is the pardon to him without a renewal of his licence of sweet wines?
Because he is not to have that, the Queen"s "conditions are as crooked as her carcase." Flesh and blood can stand no more, and ought to stand no more. After all that Elizabeth has been to him, that speech is the speech of a brutal and ungrateful nature. And such he shows himself to be in the hour of trial. What if the patent for sweet wines is refused him? Such gifts were meant as the reward of merit; and what merit has he to show? He never thinks of that.
Blind with fury, he begins to intrigue with James, and slanders to him, under colour of helping his succession, all whom he fancies opposed to him. What is worse, he intrigues with Tyrone about bringing over an army of Irish Papists to help him against the Queen, and this at the very time that his sole claim to popularity rests on his being the leader of the Puritans. A man must have been very far gone, either in baseness or in hatred, who represents Raleigh to James as dangerous to the commonweal on account of his great power in the west of England and Jersey, "places fit for the Spaniard to land in." Cobham, as Warden of the Cinque Ports, is included in his slander; and both he and Raleigh will hear of it again.
Some make much of a letter, supposed to be written about this time by Raleigh to Cecil, bidding Cecil keep down Ess.e.x, even crush him, now that he is once down. I do not happen to think the letter to be Raleigh"s. His initials are subscribed to it; but not his name and the style is not like his. But as for seeing "unforgiveness and revenge in it," whose soever it may be, I hold and say there is not a word which can bear such a construction. It is a dark letter: but about a dark matter and a dark man. It is a worldly and expediential letter, appealing to low motives in Cecil, though for a right end; such a letter, in short, as statesmen are wont to write nowadays. If Raleigh wrote it, G.o.d punished him for doing so speedily enough. He does not usually punish statesmen nowadays for such letters; perhaps because He does not love them as well as Raleigh. But as for the letter itself. Ess.e.x is called a "tyrant," because he had shown himself one. The Queen is to "hold Bothwell," because "while she hath him, he will even be the canker of her estate and safety," and the writer has "seen the last of her good days and of ours after his liberty." On which accounts, Cecil is not to be deterred from doing what is right and necessary "by any fear of after-revenges" and "conjectures from causes remote," as many a stronger instance--given- -will prove, but "look to the present," and so "do wisely." There is no real cause for Cecil"s fear. If the man who has now lost a power which he ought never to have had be now kept down, then neither he nor his son will ever be able to harm the man who has kept him at his just level. What "revenge, selfishness, and craft" there can be in all this it is difficult to see; as difficult as to see why Ess.e.x is to be talked of as "unfortunate," and the blame of his frightful end thrown on every one but himself: the fact being that Ess.e.x"s end was brought on by his having chosen one Sunday morning for breaking out into open rebellion, for the purpose of seizing the city of London and the Queen"s person, and compelling her to make him lord and master of the British Isles; in which attempt he and his fought with the civil and military authorities, till artillery had to be brought up and many lives were lost. Such little escapades may be pardonable enough in "n.o.ble and unfortunate" earls: but readers will perhaps agree that if they chose to try a similar experiment, they could not complain if they found themselves shortly after in company with Mr.
Mitch.e.l.l at Spike Island or Mr. Oxford in Bedlam. However, those were days in which such Sabbath amus.e.m.e.nts on the part of one of the most important and powerful personages of the realm could not be pa.s.sed over so lightly, especially when accompanied by severe loss of life; and as there existed in England certain statutes concerning rebellion and high treason, which must needs have been framed for some purpose or other, the authorities of England may be excused for fancying that they bore some reference to such acts as that which the n.o.ble and unfortunate earl had just committed, as wantonly, selfishly, and needlessly, it seems to me, as ever did man on earth.
I may seem to jest too much upon so solemn a matter as the life of a human being: but if I am not to touch the popular talk about Ess.e.x in this tone, I can only touch it in a far sterner one; and if ridicule is forbidden, express disgust instead.
I have entered into this matter of Ess.e.x somewhat at length, because on it is founded one of the mean slanders from which Raleigh never completely recovered. The very mob who, after Raleigh"s death, made him a Protestant martyr--as, indeed, he was--looked upon Ess.e.x in the same light, hated Raleigh as the cause of his death, and accused him of glutting his eyes with Ess.e.x"s misery, puffing tobacco out of a window, and what not--all mere inventions, so Raleigh declared upon the scaffold. He was there in his office as captain of the guard, and could do no less than be there. Ess.e.x, it is said, asked for Raleigh just before he died: but Raleigh had withdrawn, the mob having murmured. What had Ess.e.x to say to him? Was it, asks Oldys, shrewdly enough, to ask him pardon for the wicked slanders which he had been pouring into James"s credulous and cowardly ears? We will hope so; and leave poor Ess.e.x to G.o.d and the mercy of G.o.d, a.s.serting once more that no man ever brought ruin and death more thoroughly on himself by his own act, needing no imaginary help downwards from Raleigh, Cecil, or other human being.
And now begins the fourth act of this strange tragedy. Queen Elizabeth dies; and dies of grief. It has been the fashion to attribute to her, I know not why, remorse for Ess.e.x"s death; and the foolish and false tale about Lady Nottingham and the ring has been accepted as history. The fact seems to be that she never really held up her head after Burleigh"s death. She could not speak of him without tears; forbade his name to be mentioned in the Council. No wonder; never had mistress a better servant. For nearly half a century have these two n.o.ble souls loved each other, trusted each other, worked with each other; and G.o.d"s blessing has been on their deeds; and now the faithful G.o.d-fearing man is gone to his reward; and she is growing old, and knows that the ancient fire is dying out in her; and who will be to her what he was? Buckhurst is a good man, and one of her old pupils; and she makes him Lord Treasurer in Burleigh"s place: but beyond that all is dark. "I am a miserable forlorn woman; there is none about me that I can trust." She sees through Cecil; through Henry Howard. Ess.e.x has proved himself worthless, and pays the penalty of his sins. Men are growing worse than their fathers. Spanish gold is bringing in luxury and sin. The last ten years of her reign are years of decadence, profligacy, falsehood; and she cannot but see it. Tyrone"s rebellion is the last drop which fills the cup. After fifty years of war, after a drain of money all but fabulous expended on keeping Ireland quiet, the volcano bursts forth again just as it seemed extinguished, more fiercely than ever, and the whole work has to be done over again, when there is neither time nor a man to do it. And ahead, what hope is there for England? Who will be her successor? She knows in her heart that it will be James: but she cannot bring herself to name him. To bequeath the fruit of all her labours to a tyrant, a liar, and a coward: for she knows the man but too well. It is too hideous to be faced. This is the end then? "Oh that I were a milke maide, with a paile upon mine arm!" But it cannot be. It never could have been; and she must endure to the end.
"Therefore I hated life; yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun; because I should leave it to the man that shall be after me. And who knows whether he shall be a wise man or a fool?
yet shall he have rule over all my labour wherein I have showed myself wise, in wisdom, and knowledge, and equity . . . Vanity of vanities, and vexation of spirit!" And so, with a whole book of Ecclesiastes written on that mighty heart, the old lioness coils herself up in her lair, refuses food, and dies. I know few pa.s.sages in the world"s history more tragic than that death.
Why did she not trust Raleigh? First, because Raleigh, as we have seen, was not the sort of man whom she needed. He was not the steadfast single-eyed statesman; but the many-sided genius. Besides, he was the ringleader of the war-party. And she, like Burleigh before his death, was tired of the war; saw that it was demoralising England; was anxious for peace. Raleigh would not see that. It was to him a divine mission which must be fulfilled at all risks. As long as the Spaniards were opposing the Indians, conquering America, there must be no peace. Both were right from their own point of view. G.o.d ordered the matter from a third point of view.
Besides, we know that Ess.e.x, and after him Cecil and Henry Howard, had been slandering Raleigh basely to James. Can we doubt that the same poison had been poured into Elizabeth"s ears? She might distrust Cecil too much to act upon what he said of Raleigh; and yet distrust Raleigh too much to put the kingdom into his hands.
However, she is gone now, and a new king has arisen, who knoweth not Joseph.
James comes down to take possession. Insolence, luxury, and lawlessness mark his first steps on his going amid the adulations of a fallen people; he hangs a poor wretch without trial; wastes his time in hunting by the way;--a bad and base man, whose only redeeming point--if in his case it be one--is his fondness for little children.
But that will not make a king. The wiser elders take counsel together. Raleigh and good Judge Fortescue are for requiring conditions from the newcomer; and const.i.tutional liberty makes its last stand among the men of Devon, the old county of warriors, discoverers, and statesmen, of which Queen Bess had said that the men of Devon were her right hand. But in vain; James has his way; Cecil and Henry Howard are willing enough to give it him.
So down comes Rehoboam, taking counsel with the young men, and makes answer to England, "My father chastised you with whips; but I will chastise you with scorpions." He takes a base pleasure, shocking to the French amba.s.sador, in sneering at the memory of Queen Elizabeth; a perverse delight in honouring every rascal whom she had punished.
Tyrone must come to England to be received into favour, maddening the soul of honest Sir John Harrington. Ess.e.x is christened "my martyr,"
apparently for having plotted treason against Elizabeth with Tyrone.
Raleigh is received with a pun--"By my soul, I have heard rawly of thee, mon"; and when the great n.o.bles and gentlemen come to court with their retinues, James tries to hide his dread of them in an insult; pooh-poohs their splendour, and says, "he doubts not that he should have been able to win England for himself, had they kept him out." Raleigh answers boldly, "Would G.o.d that had been put to the trial." "Why?" "Because then you would have known your friends from your foes." "A reason," says old Aubrey, "never forgotten or forgiven." Aubrey is no great authority; but the speech smacks so of Raleigh"s offhand daring that one cannot but believe it; as one does also the other story of his having advised the lords to keep out James and erect a republic. Not that he could have been silly enough to propose such a thing seriously at that moment; but that he most likely, in his bold way, may have said, "Well, if we are to have this man in without conditions, better a republic at once." Which, if he did say, he said what the next forty years proved to be strictly true. However, he will go on his own way as best he can. If James will give him a loan, he and the rest of the old heroes will join, fit out a fleet against Spain, and crush her, now that she is tottering and impoverished, once and for ever. But James has no stomach for fighting; cannot abide the sight of a drawn sword; would not provoke Spain for the world--why, they might send Jesuits and a.s.sa.s.sinate him; and as for the money, he wants that for very different purposes. So the answer which he makes to Raleigh"s proposal of war against Spain is to send him to the Tower, and sentence him to be hanged, drawn, and quartered, on a charge of plotting with Spain.
Having read, I believe, nearly all that has been written on the subject of this dark "Cobham plot," I find but one thing come brightly out of the infinite confusion and mystery, which will never be cleared up till the day of judgment, and that is Raleigh"s innocence. He, and all England, and the very men who condemned him, knew that he was innocent. Every biographer is forced to confess this, more or less, in spite of all efforts to be what is called "impartial." So I shall waste no words upon the matter, only observing that whereas Raleigh is said to have slandered Cecil to James, in the same way that Cecil had slandered him, one pa.s.sage of this Cobham plot disproves utterly such a story, which, after all, rests (as far as I know) only on hearsay, being "spoken of in a ma.n.u.script written by one Buck, secretary to Chancellor Egerton."
For in writing to his own wife, in the expectation of immediate death, Raleigh speaks of Cecil in a very different tone, as one in whom he trusted most, and who has left him in the hour of need. I ask the reader to peruse that letter, and say whether any man would write thus, with death and judgment before his face, of one whom he knew that he had betrayed; or, indeed, of one who he knew had betrayed him. I see no reason to doubt that Raleigh kept good faith with Cecil, and that he was ignorant till after his trial that Cecil was in the plot against him.
I do not care to enter into the traca.s.series of this Cobham plot.
Every one knows them; no one can unravel them. The moral and spiritual significance of the fact is more interesting than all questions as to Cobham"s lies, Brooke"s lies, Aremberg"s lies, c.o.ke"s lies, James"s lies:- Let the dead bury their dead. It is the broad aspect of the thing which is so wonderful; to see how
"The eagle, towering in his pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed."