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Title: The great civil war of the times of Charles I. and Cromwell
Year: 1857 (1850s)
Authors: Cattermole, Richard, 1795?-1858 Cattermole, George, 1800-1868
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Publisher: London : Henry G. Bohn
Contributing Library: University of Pittsburgh Library System
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est; but feared that his weakness and passion would not lend him eyes to behold the departure of his friend. The next morning, when Strafford was on his way to the scaffold, as he approached the apartment of the archbishop, he remarked to the lieutenant that he did not see him: nevertheless, continued he, give me leave I pray you, to do my last observance towards his chamber. An attendant, in the meantime, having apprised the archbishop of his approach, he staggered to the window. The earl perceiving him, exclaimed, bowing himself to the ground, My lord, your prayers and your blessing ! The aged primate lited up his hand, pronounced his benediction, and, overcome with anguish, fell fainting to the earth. Strafford added these parting words— Farewell, mylord; God protect your innocency! and passed calmly onwards. At the gate of the Tower, the lieutenant wished him to enter a coach, lest the emaged populace should rush upon him to tear him in pieces. No, said he, Mr. Lieutenant; I dare look death
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^ ,n: Straffords farewell. 29 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 stroke of the executioner, or the madness and fury of the people, if that may content them. And, being freer than usual from bodily infirmities, he walked onward, going before the guards, with a serene yet somewhat elated countenance, like a general (as was observed) at the head of his troops. He was habited in black, with white gloves on his hands. A numerous crowd, consisting of not less than one hundred thousand persons, stretched in long perspective across Tower Hill; to whom he 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 friends, he knelt down, and, rising, examined the block. He then intimated his desire to speak to the people. I am here, he said, to pay my last debt to sin, which is death; and I solemnly declare, in the presence

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