Attempts of Argyle and Monmouth—Account of their
followers—Argyle’s expedition discovered—His
descent in Argyleshire—Dissensions among his
followers—Loss of his shipping—His army dispersed,
and himself taken prisoner—His behaviour in
prison—His execution—The fate of his
followers—Rumbold’s last declaration
examined—Monmouth’s invasion of England—His
first success and reception—His delays, disappointment, and
despondency—Battle of Sedgmoor—He is discovered and
taken—His letter to the king—His interview with
James—His preparations for death—Circumstances
attending his execution—His character.
It is now necessary to give some account of those attempts in
Scotland by the Earl of Argyle, and in England by the Duke of
Monmouth, of which the king had informed his parliament in the
manner recited in the preceding chapter. The Earl of Argyle
was son to the Marquis of Argyle, of whose unjust execution, and
the treacherous circumstances accompanying it, notice has already
been taken. He had in his youth been strongly attached to
the royal cause, and had refused to lay down his arms till he had
the exiled king’s positive orders for that purpose.
But the merit of his early services could neither save the life
of his father, nor even procure for himself a complete
restitution of his family honours and estates; and not long after
the restoration, upon an accusation of leasing-making, an
accusation founded, in this instance, upon a private letter to a
fellow-subject, in which he spoke with some freedom of his
majesty’s Scottish ministry, he was condemned to
death. The sentence was suspended and finally remitted, but
not till after an imprisonment of twelve months and
upwards. In this affair he was much assisted by the
friendship of the Duke of Lauderdale, with whom he ever
afterwards lived upon terms of friendship, though his principles
would not permit him to give active assistance to that nobleman
in his government of Scotland. Accordingly, we do not,
during that period, find Argyle’s name among those who held
any of those great employments of State to which, by his rank and
consequence, he was naturally entitled. When James, then
Duke of York, was appointed to the Scottish government, it seems
to have been the earl’s intention to cultivate his royal
highness’s favour, and he was a strenuous supporter of the
bill which condemned all attempts at exclusions or other
alterations in the succession of the crown. But having
highly offended that prince by insisting, on the occasion of the
test, that the royal family, when in office, should not be
exempted from taking that oath which they imposed upon subjects
in like situations, his royal highness ordered a prosecution
against him, for the explanation with which he had taken the test
oath at the council-board, and the earl was, as we have seen,
again condemned to death. From the time of his escape from
prison he resided wholly in foreign countries, and was looked to
as a principal ally by such of the English patriots as had at any
time entertained thoughts, whether more or less ripened, of
delivering their country.
James, Duke of Monmouth, was the eldest of the late
king’s natural children. In the early parts of his
life he held the first place in his father’s affections;
and even in the height of Charles’s displeasure at his
political conduct, attentive observers thought they could discern
that the traces of paternal tenderness were by no means
effaced. Appearing at court in the bloom of youth, with a
beautiful figure and engaging manners, known to be the darling of
the monarch, it is no wonder that he was early assailed by the
arts of flattery; and it is rather a proof that he had not the
strongest of all minds, than of any extraordinary weakness of
character, that he was not proof against them. He had
appeared with some distinction in the Flemish campaigns, and his
conduct had been noticed with the approbation of the commanders
as well as Dutch as French, under whom he had respectively
served. His courage was allowed by all, his person admired,
his generosity loved, his sincerity confided in. If his
talents were not of the first rate, they were by no means
contemptible; and he possessed, in an eminent degree, qualities
which, in popular government, are far more effective than the
most splendid talents; qualities by which he inspired those who
followed him, not only with confidence and esteem, but with
affection, enthusiasm, and even fondness. Thus endowed, it
is not surprising that his youthful mind was fired with ambition,
or that he should consider the putting himself at the head of a
party (a situation for which he seems to have been peculiarly
qualified by so many advantages) as the means by which he was
most likely to attain his object.
Many circumstances contributed to outweigh the scruples which
must have harassed a man of his excellent nature, when he
considered the obligations of filial duty and gratitude, and when
he reflected that the particular relation in which he stood to
the king rendered a conduct, which in any other subject would
have been meritorious, doubtful, if not extremely culpable in
him. Among these, not the least was the declared enmity
which subsisted between him and his uncle, the Duke of
York. The Earl of Mulgrave, afterwards Duke of
Buckinghamshire, boasted in his “Memoirs,” that this
enmity was originally owing to his contrivances; and while he is
relating a conduct, upon which the only doubt can be, whether the
object or the means were the most infamous, seems to applaud
himself as if he had achieved some notable exploit. While,
on the one hand, a prospect of his uncle’s succession to
the crown was intolerable to him, as involving in it a certain
destruction of even the most reasonable and limited views of
ambition which he might entertain, he was easily led to believe,
on the other hand, that no harm, but the reverse, was intended
towards his royal father, whose reign and life might become
precarious if he obstinately persevered in supporting his
brother; whereas, on the contrary, if he could be persuaded, or
even forced, to yield to the wishes of his subjects, he might
long reign a powerful, happy, and popular prince.
It is also reasonable to believe, that with those personal and
private motives others might co-operate of a public nature and of
a more noble character. The Protestant religion, to which
he seems to have been sincerely attached, would be persecuted, or
perhaps exterminated, if the king should be successful in his
support of the Duke of York and his faction. At least, such
was the opinion generally prevalent, while, with respect to the
civil liberties of the country, no doubt could be entertained,
that if the court party prevailed in the struggle then depending
they would be completely extinguished. Something may be
attributed to his admiration of the talents of some, to his
personal friendship for others among the leaders of the Whigs,
more to the aptitude of a generous nature to adopt, and, if I may
so say, to become enamoured of those principles of justice,
benevolence, and equality, which form the true creed of the party
which he espoused. I am not inclined to believe that it was
his connection with Shaftesbury that inspired him with ambitious
views, but rather to reverse cause and effect, and to suppose
that his ambitious views produced his connection with that
nobleman; and whoever reads with attention Lord Grey’s
account of one of the party meetings at which he was present,
will perceive that there was not between them that perfect
cordiality which has been generally supposed; but that Russell,
Grey, and Hampden, were upon a far more confidential footing with
him. It is far easier to determine generally, that he had
high schemes of ambition, than to discover what was his precise
object; and those who boldly impute to him the intention of
succeeding to the crown, seem to pass by several weighty
arguments, which make strongly against their hypothesis; such as
his connection with the Duchess of Portsmouth, who, if the
succession were to go to the king’s illegitimate children,
must naturally have been for her own son; his unqualified support
of the Exclusion Bill, which, without indeed mentioning her, most
unequivocally settled the crown, in case of a demise, upon the
Princess of Orange; and, above all, the circumstance of his
having, when driven from England, twice chosen Holland for his
asylum. By his cousins he was received, not so much with
the civility and decorum of princes, as with the kind familiarity
of near relations, a reception to which he seemed to make every
return of reciprocal cordiality. It is not rashly to be
believed, that he, who has never been accused of hardened
wickedness, could have been upon such terms with, and so have
behaved to, persons whom he purposed to disappoint in their
dearest and best grounded hopes, and to defraud of their
inheritance.
Whatever his views might be, it is evident that they were of a
nature wholly adverse, not only to those of the Duke of York, but
to the schemes of power entertained by the king, with which the
support of his brother was intimately connected. Monmouth
was therefore, at the suggestion of James, ordered by his father
to leave the country, and deprived of all his offices, civil and
military. The pretence for this exile was a sort of
principle of impartiality, which obliged the king, at the same
time that he ordered his brother to retire to Flanders, to deal
equal measure to his son. Upon the Duke of York’s
return (which was soon after), Monmouth thought he might without
blame return also; and persevering in his former measures and old
connections, became deeply involved in the cabals to which Essex,
Russell, and Sidney fell martyrs. After the death of his
friends, he surrendered himself; and upon a promise that nothing
said by him should be used to the prejudice of any of his
surviving friends, wrote a penitentiary letter to his father,
consenting, at the same time, to ask pardon of his uncle. A
great parade was made of this by the court, as if it was designed
by all means to goad the feelings of Monmouth: his majesty was
declared to have pardoned him at the request of the Duke of York,
and his consent was required to the publication of what was
called his confession. This he resolutely refused at all
hazards, and was again obliged to seek refuge abroad, where he
had remained to the period of which we are now treating.
A little time before Charles’s death he had indulged
hopes of being recalled; and that his intelligence to that effect
was not quite unfounded, or if false, was at least mixed with
truth, is clear from the following circumstance:—From the
notes found when he was taken, in his memorandum book, it appears
that part of the plan concerted between the king and
Monmouth’s friend (probably Halifax), was that the Duke of
York should go to Scotland, between which, and his being sent
abroad again, Monmouth and his friends saw no material
difference. Now in Barillon’s letters to his court,
dated the 7th of December, 1684, it appears that the Duke of York
had told that ambassador of his intended voyage to Scotland
though he represented it in a very different point of view, and
said that it would not be attended with any diminution of his
favour or credit. This was the light in which Charles, to
whom the expressions, “to blind my brother, not to make the
Duke of York fly out,” and the like, were familiar, would
certainly have shown the affair to his brother, and therefore of
all the circumstances adduced, this appears to me to be the
strongest in favour of the supposition, that there was in the
king’s mind a real intention of making an important, if not
a complete, change in his councils and measures.
Besides these two leaders, there were on the continent at that
time several other gentlemen of great consideration. Sir
Patrick Hume, of Polworth, had early distinguished himself in the
cause of liberty. When the privy council of Scotland passed
an order, compelling the counties to pay the expense of the
garrisons arbitrarily placed in them, he refused to pay his
quota, and by a mode of appeal to the court of session, which the
Scotch lawyers call a bill of suspension, endeavoured to procure
redress. The council ordered him to be imprisoned, for no
other crime, as it should seem, than that of having thus
attempted to procure, by a legal process, a legal decision upon a
point of law. After having remained in close confinement in
Stirling Castle for near four years, he was set at liberty
through the favour and interest of Monmouth. Having
afterwards engaged in schemes connected with those imputed to
Sidney and Russell, orders were issued for seizing him at his
house in Berwickshire; but having had timely notice of his danger
from his relation, Hume of Ninewells, a gentleman attached to the
royal cause, but whom party spirit had not rendered insensible to
the ties of kindred and private friendship, he found means to
conceal himself for a time, and shortly after to escape beyond
sea. His concealment is said to have been in the family
burial-place, where the means of sustaining life were brought to
him by his daughter, a girl of fifteen years of age, whose duty
and affection furnished her with courage to brave the terrors, as
well superstitious as real, to which she was necessarily exposed
in an intercourse of this nature.
Andrew Fletcher of Saltoun, a young man of great spirit, had
signalised himself in opposition to Lauderdale’s
administration of Scotland, and had afterwards connected himself
with Argyle and Russell, and what was called the council of
six. He had, of course, thought it prudent to leave Great
Britain, and could not be supposed unwilling to join in any
enterprise which might bid fair to restore him to his country,
and his countrymen to their lost liberties, though, upon the
present occasion, which he seems to have judged to be unfit for
the purpose, he endeavoured to dissuade both Argyle and Monmouth
from their attempts. He was a man of much thought and
reading, of an honourable mind, and a fiery spirit, and from his
enthusiastic admiration of the ancients, supposed to be warmly
attached, not only to republican principles, but to the form of a
commonwealth. Sir John Cochrane of Ochiltree had fled his
country on account of the transactions of 1683. His
property and connections were considerable, and he was supposed
to possess extensive influence in Ayrshire and the adjacent
counties.
Such were the persons of chief note among the Scottish
emigrants. Among the English, by far the most remarkable
was Ford, Lord Grey of Wark. A scandalous love intrigue
with his wife’s sister had fixed a very deep stain upon his
private character; nor were the circumstances attending this
affair, which had all been brought to light in a court of
justice, by any means calculated to extenuate his guilt.
His ancient family, however, the extensive influence arising from
his large possessions, his talents, which appear to have been
very considerable, and above all, his hitherto unshaken fidelity
in political attachments, and the general steadiness of his
conduct in public life, might in some degree countervail the
odium which he had incurred on account of his private
vices. Of Matthews, Wade, and Ayloff, whose names are
mentioned as having both joined the preliminary councils, and
done actual service in the invasions, little is known by which
curiosity could be either gratified or excited.
Richard Rumbold, on every account, merits more particular
notice. He had formerly served in the republican armies;
and adhering to the principles of liberty which he had imbibed in
his youth, though nowise bigoted to the particular form of a
commonwealth had been deeply engaged in the politics of those who
thought they saw an opportunity of rescuing their country from
the tyrannical government of the late king. He was one of
the persons denounced in Keeling’s narrative, and was
accused of having conspired to assassinate the royal brothers in
their road to Newmarket, an accusation belied by the whole tenor
of his life and conduct, and which, if it had been true, would
have proved him, who was never thought a weak or foolish man, to
be as destitute of common sense as of honour and probity.
It was pretended that the seizure of the princes was to take
place at a farm called Rye House, which he occupied in Essex, for
the purposes of his trade as maltster; and from this circumstance
was derived the name of the Rye House Plot. Conscious of
having done some acts which the law, if even fairly interpreted
and equitably administered, might deem criminal, and certain that
many which he had not done would be both sworn and believed
against him, he made his escape, and passed the remainder of
Charles’s reign in exile and obscurity; nor is his name, as
far as I can learn, ever mentioned from the time of the Rye House
Plot to that of which we are now treating.
It is not to be understood that there were no other names upon
the list of those who fled from the tyranny of the British
government, or thought themselves unsafe in their native country,
on account of its violence, besides those of the persons above
mentioned, and of such as joined in their bold and hazardous
enterprise. Another class of emigrants, not less sensible
probably to the wrongs of their country, but less sanguine in
their hopes of immediate redress, is ennobled by the names of
Burnet the historian and Mr. Locke. It is difficult to
accede to the opinion which the first of these seems to
entertain, that though particular injustices had been committed,
the misgovernment had not been of such a nature as to justify
resistance by arms. But the prudential reasons against
resistance at that time were exceedingly strong; and there is no
point in human concerns wherein the dictates of virtue and
worldly prudence are so identified as in this great question of
resistance by force to established government. Success, it
has been invidiously remarked, constitutes in most instances the
sole difference between the traitor and the deliverer of his
country. A rational probability of success, it may be truly
said, distinguishes the well-considered enterprise of the
patriot, from the rash schemes of the disturber of the public
peace. To command success is not in the power of man; but
to deserve success, by choosing a proper time, as well as a
proper object, by the prudence of his means, no less than by the
purity of his views, by a cause not only intrinsically just, but
likely to insure general support, is the indispensable duty of
him who engages in an insurrection against an existing
government. Upon this subject the opinion of Ludlow, who,
though often misled, appears to have been an honest and
enlightened man, is striking and forcibly expressed.
“We ought,” says he, “to be very careful and
circumspect in that particular, and at least be assured of very
probable grounds to believe the power under which we engage to be
sufficiently able to protect us in our undertaking; otherwise I
should account myself not only guilty of my own blood, but also,
in some measure, of the ruin and destruction of all those that I
should induce to engage with me, though no cause were never so
just.” Reasons of this nature, mixed more or less
with considerations of personal caution, and in some, perhaps,
with dislike and distrust of the leaders, induced many, who could
not but abhor the British government, to wait for better
opportunities, and to prefer either submission at home, or exile,
to an undertaking which, if not hopeless, must have been deemed
by all hazardous in the extreme.
In the situation in which these two noblemen, Argyle and
Monmouth, were placed, it is not to be wondered at if they were
naturally willing to enter into any plan by which they might
restore themselves to their country; nor can it be doubted but
they honestly conceived their success to be intimately connected
with the welfare, and especially with the liberty of the several
kingdoms to which they respectively belonged. Monmouth,
whether because he had begun at this time, as he himself said, to
wean his mind from ambition, or from the observations he had made
upon the apparently rapid turn which had taken place in the minds
of the English people, seems to have been very averse to rash
counsels, and to have thought that all attempts against James
ought at least to be deferred till some more favourable
opportunity should present itself. So far from esteeming
his chance of success the better, on account of there being in
James’s parliament many members who had voted for the
Exclusion Bill, he considered that circumstance as
unfavourable. These men, of whom, however, he seems to have
over-rated the number, would, in his opinion, be more eager than
others to recover the ground they had lost, by an extraordinary
show of zeal and attachment to the crown. But if Monmouth
was inclined to dilatory counsels, far different were the views
and designs of other exiles, who had been obliged to leave their
country on account of their having engaged, if not with him
personally, at least in the same cause with him, and who were
naturally enough his advisers. Among these were Lord Grey
of Wark, and Ferguson; though the latter afterwards denied his
having had much intercourse with the duke, and the former, in his
“Narrative,” insinuates that he rather dissuaded than
pressed the invasion.
But if Monmouth was inclined to delay, Argyle seems, on the
other hand, to have been impatient in the extreme to bring
matters to a crisis, and was of course anxious that the attempt
upon England should be made in co-operation with his upon
Scotland. Ralph, an historian of great acuteness as well as
diligence, but who falls sometimes into the common error of
judging too much from the event, seems to think this impatience
wholly unaccountable; but Argyle may have had many motives which
are now unknown to us. He may not improbably have foreseen
that the friendly terms upon which James and the Prince of Orange
affected at least to be, one with the other, might make his stay
in the United Provinces impracticable, and that, if obliged to
seek another asylum, not only he might have been deprived, in
some measure, of the resources which he derived from his
connections at Amsterdam, but that the very circumstance of his
having been publicly discountenanced by the Prince of Orange and
the states-general, might discredit his enterprise. His
eagerness for action may possibly have proceeded from the most
laudable motives, his sensibility to the horrors which his
countrymen were daily and hourly suffering, and his ardour to
relieve them. The dreadful state of Scotland, while it
affords so honourable an explanation of his impatience, seems to
account also, in a great measure, for his acting against the
common notions of prudence, in making his attack without any
previous concert with those whom he expected to join him
there. That this was his view of the matter is plain, as we
are informed by Burnet that he depended not only on an army of
his own clan and vassals, but that he took it for granted that
the western and southern counties would all at once come about
him, when he had gathered a good force together in his own
country; and surely such an expectation, when we reflect upon the
situation of those counties, was by no means unreasonable.
Argyle’s counsel, backed by Lord Grey and the rest of
Monmouth’s advisers, and opposed by none except Fletcher of
Saltoun, to whom some add Captain Matthews, prevailed, and it was
agreed to invade immediately, and at one time, the two
kingdoms. Monmouth had raised some money from his jewels,
and Argyle had a loan of ten thousand pounds from a rich widow in
Amsterdam. With these resources, such as they were, ships
and arms were provided, and Argyle sailed from Vly on the 2nd of
May with three small vessels, accompanied by Sir Patrick Hume,
Sir John Cochrane, a few more Scotch gentlemen, and by two
Englishmen, Ayloff, a nephew by marriage to Lord Chancellor
Clarendon, and Rumbold, the maltster, who had been accused of
being principally concerned in that conspiracy which, from his
farm in Essex, where it was pretended Charles II. was to have
been intercepted in his way from Newmarket, and assassinated, had
been called the Rye House Plot. Sir Patrick Hume is said to
have advised the shortest passage, in order to come more
unexpectedly upon the enemy; but Argyle, who is represented as
remarkably tenacious of his own opinions, persisted in his plan
of sailing round the north of Scotland, as well for the purpose
of landing at once among his own vassals, as for that of being
nearer to the western counties, which had been most severely
oppressed, and from which, of course, he expected most
assistance. Each of these plans had, no doubt, its peculiar
advantages; but, as far as we can judge at this distance of time,
those belonging to the earl’s scheme seemed to
preponderate; for the force he carried with him was certainly not
sufficient to enable him, by striking any decisive stroke, to
avail himself even of the most unprepared state in which he could
hope to find the king’s government. As he must,
therefore, depend entirely upon reinforcements from the country,
it seemed reasonable to make for that part where succour was most
likely to be obtained, even at the hazard of incurring the
disadvantage which must evidently result from the enemy’s
having early notice of his attack, and, consequently,
proportionable time for defence.
Unfortunately this hazard was converted into a certainty by
his sending some men on shore in the Orkneys. Two of these,
Spence and Blackadder, were seized at Kirkwall by the bishop of
the diocese, and sent up prisoners to Edinburgh, by which means
the government was not only satisfied of the reality of the
intended invasion, of which, however, they had before had some
intimation, but could guess with a reasonable certainty the part
of the coast where the descent was to take place, for Argyle
could not possibly have sailed so far to the north with any other
view than that of making his landing either on his own estate, or
in some of the western counties. Among the numberless
charges of imprudence against the unfortunate Argyle, charges too
often inconsiderately urged against him who fails in any
enterprise of moment, that which is founded upon the circumstance
just mentioned appears to me to be the most weighty, though it is
that which is the least mentioned, and by no author, as far as I
recollect, much enforced. If the landing in the north was
merely for the purpose of gaining intelligence respecting the
disposition of the country, or for the more frivolous object of
making some few prisoners, it was indeed imprudent in the highest
degree. That prisoners, such as were likely to be taken on
this occasion, should have been a consideration with any man of
common sense is impossible. The desire of gaining
intelligence concerning the disposition of the people was indeed
a natural curiosity, but it would be a strong instance of that
impatience which has been often alleged though in no other case
proved to have been part of the earl’s character, if, for
the sake of gratifying such a desire, he gave the enemy any
important advantage. Of the intelligence which he sought
thus eagerly, it was evident that he could not in that place and
at that time make any immediate use; whereas, of that which he
afforded his enemies, they could and did avail themselves against
him. The most favourable account of this proceeding, and
which seems to deserve most credit, is, that having missed the
proper passage through the Orkney Islands, he thought proper to
send on shore for pilots, and that Spence very imprudently took
the opportunity of going to confer with a relation at Kirkwall;
but it is to be remarked that it was not necessary for the
purpose of getting pilots, to employ men of note, such as
Blackadder and Spence, the latter of whom was the earl’s
secretary; and that it was an unpardonable neglect not to give
the strictest injunctions to those who were employed against
going a step further into the country than was absolutely
necessary.
Argyle, with his wonted generosity of spirit, was at first
determined to lay siege to Kirkwall, in order to recover his
friends; but, partly by the dissuasions of his followers, and
still more by the objections made by the masters of the ships to
a delay which might make them lose the favourable winds for their
intended voyage, he was induced to prosecute his course. In
the meantime the government made the use that it was obvious they
would make of the information they had obtained, and when the
earl arrived at his destination, he learned that considerable
forces were got together to repel any attack that he might
meditate. Being prevented by contrary winds from reaching
the Isle of Islay, where he had purposed to make his first
landing, he sailed back to Dunstafnage in Lorn, and there sent
ashore his son, Mr. Charles Campbell, to engage his tenants and
other friends and dependants of his family to rise in his behalf;
but even there he found less encouragement and assistance than he
had expected, and the laird of Lochniel, who gave him the best
assurances, treacherously betrayed him, sent his letter to the
government, and joined the royal forces under the Marquis of
Athol. He then proceeded southwards, and landed at
Campbelltown in Kintyre, where his first step was to publish his
declaration, which appears to have produced little or no
effect.
This bad beginning served, as is usual in such adventures,
rather to widen than to reconcile the differences which had early
begun to manifest themselves between the leader and his
followers. Hume and Cochrane, partly construing, perhaps
too sanguinely, the intelligence which was received from
Ayrshire, Galloway, and the other Lowland districts in that
quarter, partly from an expectation that where the oppression had
been most grievous, the revolt would be proportionably the more
general, were against any stay, or, as they termed it, loss of
time in the Highlands, but were for proceeding at once, weak as
they were in point of numbers, to a country where every man
endowed with the common feelings of human nature must be their
well-wisher, every man of spirit their coadjutor. Argyle,
on the contrary, who probably considered the discouraging
accounts from the Lowlands as positive and distinct, while those
which were deemed more favourable appeared to him to be at least
uncertain and provisional, thought the most prudent plan was to
strengthen himself in his own country before he attempted the
invasion of provinces where the enemy was so well prepared to
receive him. He had hopes of gaining time, not only to
increase his own army, but to avail himself of the Duke of
Monmouth’s intended invasion of England, an event which
must obviously have great influence upon his affairs, and which,
if he could but maintain himself in a situation to profit by it,
might be productive of advantages of an importance and extent of
which no man could presume to calculate the limits. Of
these two contrary opinions it may be difficult at this time of
day to appreciate the value, seeing that so much depends upon the
degree of credit due to the different accounts from the Lowland
counties, of which our imperfect information does not enable us
to form any accurate judgment. But even though we should
not decide absolutely in favour of the cogency of these
reasonings which influenced the chief, it must surely be admitted
that there was, at least, sufficient probability in them to
account for his not immediately giving way to those of his
followers, and to rescue his memory from the reproach of any
uncommon obstinacy, or of carrying things, as Burnet phrases it,
with an air of authority that was not easy to men who were
setting up for liberty. On the other hand, it may be more
difficult to exculpate the gentlemen engaged with Argyle for not
acquiescing more cheerfully, and not entering more cordially into
the views of a man whom they had chosen for their leader and
general; of whose honour they had no doubt, and whose opinion
even those who dissented from him must confess to be formed upon
no light or trivial grounds.
The differences upon the general scheme of attack led, of
course, to others upon points of detail. Upon every
projected expedition there appeared a contrariety of sentiment,
which on some occasions produced the most violent disputes.
The earl was often thwarted in his plans, and in one instance
actually over-ruled by the vote of a council of war. Nor
were these divisions, which might of themselves be deemed
sufficient to mar an enterprise of this nature, the only adverse
circumstances which Argyle had to encounter. By the forward
state of preparation on the part of the government, its friends
were emboldened; its enemies, whose spirit had been already
broken by a long series of sufferings, were completely
intimidated, and men of fickle and time-serving dispositions were
fixed in its interests. Add to all this, that where spirit
was not wanting, it was accompanied with a degree and species of
perversity wholly inexplicable, and which can hardly gain belief
from any one whose experience has not made him acquainted with
the extreme difficulty of persuading men who pride themselves
upon an extravagant love of liberty, rather to compromise upon
some points with those who have in the main the same views with
themselves, than to give power (a power which will infallibly be
used for their own destruction) to an adversary of principles
diametrically opposite; in other words, rather to concede
something to a friend, than everything to an enemy. Hence,
those even whose situation was the most desperate, who were
either wandering about the fields, or seeking refuge in rocks and
caverns, from the authorised assassins who were on every side
pursuing them, did not all join in Argyle’s cause with that
frankness and cordiality which was to be expected. The
various schisms which had existed among different classes of
Presbyterians were still fresh in their memory. Not even
the persecution to which they had been in common, and almost
indiscriminately subjected, had reunited them. According to
a most expressive phrase of an eminent minister of their church,
who sincerely lamented their disunion, the furnace had not yet
healed the rents and breaches among them. Some doubted
whether, short of establishing all the doctrines preached by
Cargill and Cameron, there was anything worth contending for;
while others, still further gone in enthusiasm, set no value upon
liberty, or even life itself, if they were to be preserved by the
means of a nobleman who had, as well by his serviced to Charles
the Second as by other instances, been guilty in the former parts
of his conduct of what they termed unlawful compliances.
Perplexed, no doubt, but not dismayed, by these difficulties,
the earl proceeded to Tarbet, which he had fixed as the place of
rendezvous, and there issued a second declaration (that which has
been mentioned as having been laid before the House of Commons),
with as little effect as the first. He was joined by Sir
Duncan Campbell, who alone, of all his kinsmen, seems to have
afforded him any material assistance, and who brought with him
nearly a thousand men; but even with this important
reinforcement, his whole army does not appear to have exceeded
two thousand. It was here that he was over-ruled by a
council of war, when he proposed marching to Inverary; and after
much debate, so far was he from being so self-willed as he is
represented, that he consented to go over with his army to that
part of Argyleshire called Cowal, and that Sir John Cochrane
should make an attempt upon the Lowlands; and he sent with him
Major Fullarton, one of the offices in whom he most trusted, and
who appears to have best deserved his confidence. This
expedition could not land in Ayrshire, where it had at first been
intended, owing to the appearance of two king’s frigates,
which had been sent into those seas; and when it did land near
Greenock, no other advantage was derived from it than the
procuring from the town a very small supply of provisions.
When Cochrane, with his detachment, returned to Cowal, all
hopes of success in the Lowlands seemed, for the present at
least, to be at an end, and Argyle’s original plan was now
necessarily adopted, though under circumstances greatly
disadvantageous. Among these, the most important was the
approach of the frigates, which obliged the earl to place his
ships under the protection of the castle of Ellengreg, which he
fortified and garrisoned as well as his contracted means would
permit. Yet even in this situation, deprived of the
co-operation of his little fleet, as well as of that part of his
force which he left to defend it, being well seconded by the
spirit and activity of Rumbold, who had seized the castle of
Ardkinglass, near the head of Loch Fin, he was not without hopes
of success in his main enterprise against Inverary, when he was
called back to Ellengreg, by intelligence of fresh discontents
having broken out there, upon the nearer approach of the
frigates. Some of the most dissatisfied had even threatened
to leave both castle and ships to their fate; nor did the
appearance of the earl himself by any means bring with it that
degree of authority which was requisite in such a juncture.
His first motion was to disregard the superior force of the men
of war, and to engage them with his small fleet; but he soon
discovered that he was far indeed from being furnished with the
materials necessary to put in execution so bold, or, as it may
possibly be thought, so romantic a resolution. His
associates remonstrated, and a mutiny in his ships was predicted
as a certain consequence of the attempt. Leaving,
therefore, once more, Ellengreg with a garrison under the command
of the laird of Lochness, and strict orders to destroy both ships
and fortification, rather than suffer them to fall into the hands
of the enemy, he marched towards Gareloch. But whether from
the inadequacy of the provisions with which he was to supply it,
or from cowardice, misconduct, or treachery, it does not appear,
the castle was soon evacuated without any proper measures being
taken to execute the earl’s orders, and the military stores
in it to a considerable amount, as well as the ships which had no
other defence, were abandoned to the king’s forces.
This was a severe blow; and all hopes of acting according to
the earl’s plan of establishing himself strongly in
Argyleshire were now extinguished. He therefore consented
to pass the Leven, a little above Dumbarton, and to march
eastwards. In this march he was overtaken, at a place
called Killerne, by Lord Dumbarton, at the head of a large body
of the king’s troops; but he posted himself with so much
skill and judgment, that Dumbarton thought it prudent to wait, at
least, till the ensuing morning, before he made his attack.
Here, again Argyle was for risking an engagement, and in his
nearly desperate situation, it was probably his best chance, but
his advice (for his repeated misfortunes had scarcely left him
the shadow of command) was rejected. On the other hand, a
proposal was made to him, the most absurd, as it should seem,
that was ever suggested in similar circumstances, to pass the
enemy in the night, and thus exposing his rear, to subject
himself to the danger of being surrounded, for the sake of
advancing he knew not whither, or for what purpose. To this
he could not consent; and it was at last agreed to deceive the
enemies by lighting fires, and to decamp in the night towards
Glasgow. The first part of this plan was executed with
success, and the army went off unperceived by the enemy; but in
their night march they were misled by the ignorance or the
treachery of their guides and fell into difficulties which would
have caused some disorder among the most regular and
best-disciplined troops. In this case such disorder was
fatal, and produced, as among men circumstanced as Argyle’s
were, it necessarily must, an almost general dispersion.
Wandering among bogs and morasses, disheartened by fatigue,
terrified by rumours of an approaching enemy, the darkness of the
night aggravating at once every real distress, and adding terror
to every vain alarm; in this situation, when even the bravest and
the best (for according to one account Rumbold himself was
missing for a time) were not able to find their leaders, nor the
corps to which they respectively belonged; it is no wonder that
many took this opportunity to abandon a cause now become
desperate, and to effect individually that escape which, as a
body, they had no longer any hopes to accomplish.
When the small remains of this ill-fated army got together, in
the morning, at Kilpatrick, a place far distant from their
destination, its number was reduced to less than five
hundred. Argyle had lost all authority; nor, indeed, had he
retained any, does it appear that he could now have used it to
any salutary purpose. The same bias which had influenced
the two parties in the time of better hopes, and with regard to
their early operations, still prevailed now that they were driven
to their last extremity. Sir Patrick Hume and Sir John
Cochrane would not stay even to reason the matter with him whom,
at the onset of their expedition, they had engaged to obey, but
crossed the Clyde, with such as would follow them to the number
of about two hundred, into Renfrewshire.
Argyle, thus deserted, and almost alone, still looked to his
own country as the sole remaining hope, and sent off Sir Duncan
Campbell, with the two Duncansons, father and son—persons,
all three, by whom he seemed to have been served with the most
exemplary zeal and fidelity—to attempt new levies
there. Having done this, and settled such means of
correspondence as the state of affairs would permit, he repaired
to the house of an old servant, upon whose attachment he had
relied for an asylum, but was peremptorily denied entrance.
Concealment in this part of the country seemed now impracticable,
and he was forced at last to pass the Clyde, accompanied by the
brave and faithful Fullarton. Upon coming to a ford of the
Inchanon they were stopped by some militia-men. Fullarton
used in vain all the best means which his presence of mind
suggested to him to save his general. He attempted one
while by gentle, and then by harsher language, to detain the
commander of the party till the earl, who was habited as a common
countryman, and whom he passed for his guide, should have made
his escape. At last, when he saw them determined to go
after his pretended guide, he offered to surrender himself
without a blow, upon condition of their desisting from their
pursuit. This agreement was accepted, but not adhered to,
and two horsemen were detached to seize Argyle. The earl,
who was also on horseback, grappled with them till one of them
and himself came to the ground. He then presented his
pocket pistols, on which the two retired, but soon after five
more came up, who fired without effect, and he thought himself
like to get rid of them, but they knocked him down with their
swords and seized him. When they knew whom they had taken
they seemed much troubled, but dared not let him go.
Fullarton, perceiving that the stipulation on which he had
surrendered himself was violated, and determined to defend
himself to the last, or at least to wreak, before he fell, his
just vengeance upon his perfidious opponents, grasped at the
sword of one of them, but in vain; he was overpowered, and made
prisoner.
Argyle was immediately carried to Renfrew, thence to Glasgow,
and on the 20th of June was led in triumph into Edinburgh.
The order of the council was particular: that he should be led
bareheaded in the midst of Graham’s guards, with their
matches cocked, his hands tied behind his back, and preceded by
the common hangman, in which situation, that he might be more
exposed to the insults and taunts of the vulgar, it was directed
that he should be carried to the castle by a circuitous
route. To the equanimity with which he bore these
indignities, as indeed to the manly spirit exhibited by him
throughout, in these last scenes of his life, ample testimony is
borne by all the historians who have treated of them, even those
who are the least partial to him. He had frequent
opportunities of conversing, and some of writing, during his
imprisonment, and it is from such parts of these conversations
and writings as have been preserved to us, that we can best form
to ourselves a just notion of his deportment during that trying
period; at the same time a true representation of the temper of
his mind in such circumstances will serve, in no small degree, to
illustrate his general character and disposition.
We have already seen how he expresses himself with regard to
the men who, by taking him, became the immediate cause of his
calamity. He seems to feel a sort of gratitude to them for
the sorrow he saw, or fancied he saw in them, when they knew who
he was, and immediately suggests an excuse for them, by saying
that they did not dare to follow the impulse of their
hearts. Speaking of the supineness of his countrymen, and
of the little assistance he had received from them, he declares
with his accustomed piety his resignation to the will of God,
which was that Scotland should not be delivered at this time, nor
especially by his hand; and then exclaims, with the regret of a
patriot, but with no bitterness of disappointment, “But
alas! who is there to be delivered! There may,” says
he, “be hidden ones, but there appears no great party in
the country who desire to be relieved.” Justice, in
some degree, but still more that warm affection for his own
kindred and vassals, which seems to have formed a marked feature
in this nobleman’s character, then induces him to make an
exception in favour of his poor friends in Argyleshire, in
treating for whom, though in what particular way does not appear,
he was employing, and with some hope of success, the few
remaining hours of his life. In recounting the failure of
his expedition it is impossible for him not to touch upon what he
deemed the misconduct of his friends; and this is the subject
upon which of all others, his temper must have been most
irritable. A certain description of friends (the words
describing them are omitted) were all of them without exception,
his greatest enemies, both to betray and destroy him; and . . .
and . . . (the names again omitted) were the greatest cause of
his rout, and his being taken, though not designedly, he
acknowledges, but by ignorance, cowardice, and faction.
This sentence had scarce escaped him when, notwithstanding the
qualifying words with which his candour had acquitted the
last-mentioned persons of intentional treachery, it appeared too
harsh to his gentle nature, and declaring himself displeased with
the hard epithets he had used, he desires they may be put out of
any account that is to be given of these transactions. The
manner in which this request is worded shows that the paper he
was writing was intended for a letter, and as it is supposed, to
a Mrs. Smith, who seems to have assisted him with money; but
whether or not this lady was the rich widow of Amsterdam, before
alluded to, I have not been able to learn.
When he is told that he is to be put to the torture, he
neither breaks out into any high-sounding bravado, any premature
vaunts of the resolution with which he will endure it, nor, on
the other hand, into passionate exclamations on the cruelty of
his enemies, or unmanly lamentations of his fate. After
stating that orders were arrived that he must be tortured, unless
he answers all questions upon oath, he simply adds that he hopes
God will support him; and then leaves off writing, not from any
want of spirits to proceed, but to enjoy the consolation which
was yet left him, in the society of his wife, the countess being
just then admitted.
Of his interview with Queensbury, who examined him in private,
little is known, except that he denied his design having been
concerted with any persons in Scotland; that he gave no
information with respect to his associates in England; and that
he boldly and frankly averred his hopes to have been founded on
the cruelty of the administration, and such a disposition in the
people to revolt as he conceived to be the natural consequence of
oppression. He owned, at the same time, that he had trusted
too much to this principle. The precise date of this
conversation, whether it took place before the threat of the
torture, whilst that threat was impending, or when there was no
longer any intention of putting it into execution, I have not
been able to ascertain; but the probability seems to be that it
was during the first or second of these periods.
Notwithstanding the ill success that had attended his
enterprise, he never expresses, or even hints, the smallest
degree of contrition for having undertaken it: on the contrary,
when Mr. Charteris, an eminent divine, is permitted to wait on
him, his first caution to that minister is, not to try to
convince him of the unlawfulness of his attempt, concerning which
his opinion was settled, and his mind made up. Of some
parts of his past conduct he does indeed confess that he repents,
but these are the compliances of which he had been guilty in
support of the king, or his predecessors. Possibly in this
he may allude to his having in his youth borne arms against the
covenant, but with more likelihood to his concurrence, in the
late reign, with some of the measures of Lauderdale’s
administration, for whom it is certain that he entertained a
great regard, and to whom he conceived himself to be principally
indebted for his escape from his first sentence. Friendship
and gratitude might have carried him to lengths which patriotism
and justice must condemn.
Religious concerns, in which he seems to have been very
serious and sincere, engaged much of his thoughts; but his
religion was of that genuine kind which, by representing the
performance of our duties to our neighbour as the most acceptable
service to God, strengthens all the charities of social
life. While he anticipates, with a hope approaching to
certainty, a happy futurity, he does not forget those who have
been justly dear to him in this world. He writes, on the
day of his execution, to his wife, and to some other relations,
for whom he seems to have entertained a sort of parental
tenderness, short, but the most affectionate letters, wherein he
gives them the greatest satisfaction then in his power, by
assuring them of his composure and tranquillity of mind, and
refers them for further consolation to those sources from which
he derived his own. In his letter to Mrs. Smith, written on
the same day, he says, “While anything was a burden to me,
your concern was; which is a cross greater than I can
express” (alluding probably to the pecuniary loss she had
incurred); “but I have, I thank God, overcome
all.” Her name, he adds, could not be concealed, and
that he knows not what may have been discovered from any paper
which may have been taken; otherwise he has named none to their
disadvantage. He states that those in whose hands he is,
had at first used him hardly, but that God had melted their
hearts, and that he was now treated with civility. As an
instance of this, he mentions the liberty he had obtained of
sending this letter to her; a liberty which he takes as a
kindness on their part, and which he had sought that she might
not think he had forgotten her.
Never, perhaps, did a few sentences present so striking a
picture of a mind truly virtuous and honourable. Heroic
courage is the least part of his praise, and vanishes as it were
from our sight, when we contemplate the sensibility with which he
acknowledges the kindness, such as it is, of the very men who are
leading him to the scaffold; the generous satisfaction which he
feels on reflecting that no confession of his has endangered his
associates; and above all, his anxiety, in such moments, to
perform all the duties of friendship and gratitude, not only with
the most scrupulous exactness, but with the most considerate
attention to the feelings as well as to the interests of the
person who was the object of them. Indeed, it seems
throughout to have been the peculiar felicity of this man’s
mind, that everything was present to it that ought to be so;
nothing that ought not. Of his country he could not be
unmindful; and it was one among other consequences of his happy
temper, that on this subject he did not entertain those gloomy
ideas which the then state of Scotland was but too well fitted to
inspire. In a conversation with an intimate friend, he says
that, though he does not take upon him to be a prophet, he doubts
not but that deliverance will come, and suddenly, of which his
failings had rendered him unworthy to be the instrument. In
some verses which he composed on the night preceding his
execution, and which he intended for his epitaph, he thus
expresses this hope still more distinctly
“On my attempt though Providence did
frown,
His oppressed people God at length shall own;
Another hand, by more successful speed,
Shall raise the remnant, bruise the serpent’s
head.”
With respect to the epitaph itself, of which these lines form
a part, it is probable that he composed it chiefly with a view to
amuse and relieve his mind, fatigued with exertion, and partly,
perhaps, in imitation of the famous Marquis of Montrose, who, in
similar circumstances, had written some verses which have been
much celebrated. The poetical merit of the pieces appears
to be nearly equal, and is not in either instance considerable,
and they are only in so far valuable as they may serve to convey
to us some image of the minds by which they were produced.
He who reads them with this view will, perhaps, be of opinion
that the spirit manifested in the two compositions is rather
equal in degree than like in character; that the courage of
Montrose was more turbulent, that of Argyle more calm and
sedate. If, on the one hand, it is to be regretted that we
have not more memorials left of passages so interesting, and that
even of those which we do possess, a great part is obscured by
time, it must be confessed, on the other, that we have quite
enough to enable us to pronounce that for constancy and
equanimity under the severest trials, few men have equalled, none
ever surpassed, the Earl of Argyle. The most powerful of
all tempters, hope, was not held out to him, so that he had not,
it is true, in addition to his other hard tasks, that of
resisting her seductive influence; but the passions of a
different class had the fullest scope for their attacks.
These, however, could make no impression on his well-disciplined
mind. Anger could not exasperate, fear could not appal him;
and if disappointment and indignation at the misbehaviour of his
followers, and the supineness of the country, did occasionally,
as surely they must, cause uneasy sensations, they had not the
power to extort from him one unbecoming or even querulous
expression. Let him be weighed never so scrupulously, and
in the nicest scales, he will not be found, in a single instance,
wanting in the charity of a Christian, the firmness and
benevolence of a patriot, the integrity and fidelity of a man of
honour.
The Scotch parliament had, on the 11th of June, sent an
address to the king wherein, after praising his majesty, as
usual, for his extraordinary prudence, courage, and conduct, and
loading Argyle, whom they styled an hereditary traitor, with
every reproach they can devise—among others, that of
ingratitude for the favours which he had received, as well from
his majesty as from his predecessor—they implore his
majesty that the earl may find no favour and that the
earl’s family, the heritors, ringleaders, and preachers who
joined him, should be for ever declared incapable of mercy, or
bearing any honour or estate in the kingdom, and all subjects
discharged under the highest pains to intercede for them in any
manner of way. Never was address more graciously received,
or more readily complied with; and, accordingly, the following
letter, with the royal signature, and countersigned by Lord
Melford, Secretary of State for Scotland, was despatched to the
council at Edinburgh, and by them entered and registered on the
29th of June.
“Whereas, the late Earl of Argyle is, by the
providence of God, fallen into our power, it is our will and
pleasure that you take all ways to know from him those things
which concern our government most, as his assisters with men,
arms, and money, his associates and correspondents, his designs,
etc. But this must be done so as no time may be lost in
bringing him to condign punishment, by causing him to be demeaned
as a traitor, within the space of three days after this shall
come to your hands, an account of which, with what he shall
confess, you shall send immediately to us or our secretaries, for
doing which this shall be your warrant.”
When it is recollected that torture had been in common use in
Scotland, and that the persons to whom the letter was addressed
had often caused it to be inflicted, the words, “it is our
will and pleasure that you take all ways,” seem to convey a
positive command for applying of it in this instance; yet it is
certain that Argyle was not tortured. What was the cause of
this seeming disregard of the royal injunctions does not
appear. One would hope, for the honour of human nature,
that James, struck with some compunction for the injuries he had
already heaped upon the head of this unfortunate nobleman, sent
some private orders contradictory to this public letter; but
there is no trace to be discovered of such a circumstance.
The managers themselves might feel a sympathy for a man of their
own rank, which had no influence in the cases where only persons
of an inferior station were to be the sufferers; and in those
words of the king’s letter which enjoin a speedy punishment
as the primary object to which all others must give way, they
might find a pretext for overlooking the most odious part of the
order, and of indulging their humanity, such as it was, by
appointing the earliest day possible for the execution. In
order that the triumph of injustice might be complete, it was
determined that, without any new trial, the earl should suffer
upon the iniquitous sentence of 1682. Accordingly, the very
next day ensuing was appointed, and on the 13th of June he was
brought from the castle, first to the Laigh Council-house, and
thence to the place of execution.
Before he left the castle, he had his dinner at the usual
hour, at which he discoursed, not only calmly, but even
cheerfully, with Mr. Charteris and others. After dinner he
retired, as was his custom, to his bed-chamber, where it is
recorded that he slept quietly for about a quarter of an
hour. While he was in his bed, one of the members of the
council came and intimated to the attendants a desire to speak
with him: upon being told that the earl was asleep, and had left
orders not to be disturbed, the manager disbelieved the account,
which he considered as a device to avoid further
questionings. To satisfy him, the door of the bed-chamber
was half opened, and he then beheld, enjoying a sweet and
tranquil slumber, the man who, by the doom of him and his
fellows, was to die within the space of two short hours!
Struck with this sight, he hurried out of the room, quitted the
castle with the utmost precipitation, and hid himself in the
lodgings of an acquaintance who lived near, where he flung
himself upon the first bed that presented itself, and had every
appearance of a man suffering the most excruciating
torture. His friend, who had been apprised by the servant
of the state he was in, and who naturally concluded that he was
ill, offered him some wine. He refused, saying, “No,
no, that will not help me: I have been in at Argyle, and saw him
sleeping as pleasantly as ever man did, within an hour of
eternity. But as for me—.” The name of
the person to whom this anecdote relates is not mentioned, and
the truth of it may therefore be fairly considered as liable to
that degree of doubt with which men of judgment receive every
species of traditional history. Woodrow, however, whose
veracity is above suspicion, says he had it from the most
unquestionable authority. It is not in itself unlikely; and
who is there that would not wish it true? What a
satisfactory spectacle to a philosophical mind, to see the
oppressor, in the zenith of his power, envying his victim!
What an acknowledgment of the superiority of virtue! What
an affecting and forcible testimony to the value of that peace of
mind which innocence alone can confer! We know not who this
man was; but when we reflect that the guilt which agonised him
was probably incurred for the sake of some vain title, or, at
least, of some increase of wealth, which he did not want, and
possibly knew not how to enjoy, our disgust is turned into
something like compassion for that very foolish class of men whom
the world calls wise in their generation.
Soon after his short repose Argyle was brought, according to
order, to the Laigh Council-house, from which place is dated the
letter to his wife, and thence to the place of execution.
On the scaffold he had some discourse, as well with Mr. Annand, a
minister appointed by government to attend him, as with Mr.
Charteris. He desired both of them to pray for him, and
prayed himself with much fervency and devotion. The speech
which he made to the people was such as might be expected from
the passages already related. The same mixture of firmness
and mildness is conspicuous in every part of it. “We
ought not,” says he, “to despise our afflictions, nor
to faint under them. We must not suffer ourselves to be
exasperated against the instruments of our troubles, nor by
fraudulent, nor pusillanimous compliances, bring guilt upon
ourselves; faint hearts are ordinarily false hearts, choosing sin
rather than suffering.” He offers his prayers to God
for the three kingdoms of England, Scotland, and Ireland, and
that an end may be put to their present trials. Having then
asked pardon for his own failings, both of God and man, he would
have concluded; but being reminded that he had said nothing of
the royal family, he adds that he refers, in this matter, to what
he had said at his trial concerning the test; that he prayed
there never might be wanting one of the royal family to support
the Protestant religion; and if any of them had swerved from the
true faith, he prayed God to turn their hearts, but, at any rate,
to save His people from their machinations. When he had
ended, he turned to the south side of the scaffold, and said,
“Gentlemen, I pray you do not misconstruct my behaviour
this day; I freely forgive all men their wrongs and injuries done
against me, as I desire to be forgiven of God.” Mr.
Annand repeated these words louder to the people. The earl
then went to the north side of the scaffold, and used the same or
the like expressions. Mr. Annand repeated them again, and
said, “This nobleman dies a Protestant.” The
earl stepped forward again, and said, “I die not only a
Protestant, but with a heart-hatred of popery, prelacy, and all
superstition whatsoever.” It would perhaps have been
better if these last expressions had never been uttered, as there
appears certainly something of violence in them unsuitable to the
general tenor of his language; but it must be remembered, first,
that the opinion that the pope is Antichrist was at that
time general among almost all the zealous Protestants in these
kingdoms; secondly, that Annand being employed by government, and
probably an Episcopalian, the earl might apprehend that the
declaration of such a minister might not convey the precise idea
which he, Argyle, affixed to the word Protestant.
He then embraced his friends, gave some tokens of remembrance
to his son-in-law, Lord Maitland, for his daughter and
grandchildren, stripped himself of part of his apparel, of which
he likewise made presents, and laid his head upon the
block. Having uttered a short prayer, he gave the signal to
the executioner, which was instantly obeyed, and his head severed
from his body. Such were the last hours, and such the final
close, of this great man’s life. May the like happy
serenity in such dreadful circumstances, and a death equally
glorious, be the lot of all whom tyranny, of whatever
denomination or description, shall in any age, or in any country,
call to expiate their virtues on the scaffold!
Of the followers of Argyle, in the disastrous expedition above
recounted, the fortunes were various. Among those who
either surrendered or were taken, some suffered the same fate
with their commander, others were pardoned; while, on the other
hand, of those who escaped to foreign parts, many after a short
exile returned triumphantly to their country at the period of the
revolution, and under a system congenial to their principles,
some even attained the highest honours of the State. It is
to be recollected that when, after the disastrous night-march
from Killerne, a separation took place at Kilpatrick between
Argyle and his confederates, Sir John Cochrane, Sir Patrick Hume,
and others, crossed the Clyde into Renfrewshire, with about, it
is supposed, two hundred men. Upon their landing they met
with some opposition from a troop of militia horse, which was,
however, feeble and ineffectual; but fresh parties of militia as
well as regular troops drawing together, a sort of scuffle
ensued, near a place called Muirdyke; an offer of quarter was
made by the king’s troops, but (probably on account of the
conditions annexed to it) was refused; and Cochrane and the rest,
now reduced to the number of seventy took shelter in a fold-dyke,
where they were able to resist and repel, though not without loss
on each side, the attack of the enemy. Their situation was
nevertheless still desperate, and in the night they determined to
make their escape. The king’s troops having retired,
this was effected without difficulty; and this remnant of an army
being dispersed by common consent, every man sought his own
safety in the best manner he could. Sir John Cochrane took
refuge in the house of an uncle, by whom, or by whose wife, it is
said, he was betrayed. He was, however, pardoned; and from
this circumstance, coupled with the constant and seemingly
peevish opposition which he gave to almost all Argyle’s
plans, a suspicion has arisen that he had been treacherous
throughout. But the account given of his pardon by Burnet,
who says his father, Lord Dundonald, who was an opulent nobleman,
purchased it with a considerable sum of money, is more credible,
as well as more candid; and it must be remembered that in Sir
John’s disputes with his general, he was almost always
acting in conjunction with Sir Patrick Hume, who is proved, by
the subsequent events, and indeed by the whole tenor of his life
and conduct, to have been uniformly sincere and zealous in the
cause of his country. Cochrane was sent to England, where
he had an interview with the king, and gave such answers to the
questions put to him as were deemed satisfactory by his majesty;
and the information thus obtained whatever might be the real and
secret causes, furnished a plausible pretence at least for the
exercise of royal mercy. Sir Patrick Hume, after having
concealed himself some time in the house, and under the
protection of Lady Eleanor Dunbar, sister to the Earl of
Eglington, found means to escape to Holland, whence he returned
in better times, and was created first Lord Hume of Polwarth, and
afterwards Earl of Marchmont. Fullarton, and Campbell of
Auchinbreak, appear to have escaped, but by what means is not
known. Two sons of Argyle, John and Charles, and Archibald
Campbell, his nephew, were sentenced to death and forfeiture, but
the capital part of the sentence was remitted. Thomas
Archer, a clergyman, who had been wounded at Muirdyke, was
executed, notwithstanding many applications in his favour, among
which was one from Lord Drumlanrig, Queensbury’s eldest
son. Woodrow, who was himself a Presbyterian minister, and
though a most valuable and correct historian, was not without a
tincture of the prejudices belonging to his order, attributes the
unrelenting spirit of the government in this instance to their
malice against the clergy of his sect. Some of the holy
ministry, he observes, as Guthrie at the restoration, Kidd and
Mackail after the insurrections at Pentland and Bothwell Bridge,
and now Archer, were upon every occasion to be sacrificed to the
fury of the persecutors. But to him who is well acquainted
with the history of this period, the habitual cruelty of the
government will fully account for any particular act of severity;
and it is only in cases of lenity, such as that of Cochrane, for
instance, that he will look for some hidden or special
motive.
Ayloff, having in vain attempted to kill himself, was, like
Cochrane, sent to London to be examined. His relationship
to the king’s first wife might perhaps be one inducement to
this measure, or it might be thought more expedient that he
should be executed for the Rye House Plot, the credit of which it
was a favourite object of the court to uphold, than for his
recent acts of rebellion in Scotland. Upon his examination
he refused to give any information, and suffered death upon a
sentence of outlawry, which had passed in the former reign.
It is recorded that James interrogated him personally, and
finding him sullen, and unwilling to speak, said: “Mr.
Ayloff, you know it is in my power to pardon you, therefore say
that which may deserve it:” to which Ayloff replied:
“Though it is in your power, it is not in your nature to
pardon.” This, however, is one of those anecdotes
which are believed rather on account of the air of nature that
belongs to them, than upon any very good traditional authority,
and which ought, therefore when any very material inference with
respect either to fact or character, is to be drawn from them, to
be received with great caution.
Rumbold, covered with wounds, and defending himself with
uncommon exertions of strength and courage, was at last
taken. However desirable it might have been thought to
execute in England a man so deeply implicated in the Rye House
Plot, the state of Rumbold’s health made such a project
impracticable. Had it been attempted he would probably, by
a natural death, have disappointed the views of a government who
were eager to see brought to the block a man whom they thought,
or pretended to think, guilty of having projected the
assassination of the late and present king. Weakened as he
was in body, his mind was firm, his constancy unshaken; and
notwithstanding some endeavours that were made by drums and other
instruments, to drown his voice when he was addressing the people
from the scaffold, enough has been preserved of what he then
uttered to satisfy us that his personal courage, the praise of
which has not been denied him, was not of the vulgar or
constitutional kind, but was accompanied with a proportionable
vigour of mind. Upon hearing his sentence, whether in
imitation of Montrose, or from that congeniality of character
which causes men in similar circumstances to conceive similar
sentiments, he expressed the same wish which that gallant
nobleman had done; he wished he had a limb for every town in
Christendom. With respect to the intended assassination
imputed to him, he protested his innocence, and desired to be
believed upon the faith of a dying man; adding, in terms as
natural as they are forcibly descriptive of a conscious dignity
of character, that he was too well known for any to have had the
imprudence to make such a proposition to him. He concluded
with plain, and apparently sincere, declarations of his
undiminished attachment to the principles of liberty, civil and
religious; denied that he was an enemy to monarchy, affirming, on
the contrary, that he considered it, when properly limited, as
the most eligible form of government; but that he never could
believe that any man was born marked by God above another,
“for none comes into the world with a saddle on his back,
neither any booted and spurred to ride him.”
Except by Ralph, who, with a warmth that does honour to his
feelings, expatiates at some length upon the subject, the
circumstances attending the death of this extraordinary man have
been little noticed. Rapin, Echard, Kennet, Hume, make no
mention of them whatever; and yet, exclusively of the interest
always excited by any great display of spirit and magnanimity,
his solemn denial of the project of assassination imputed to him
in the affair of the Rye House Plot is in itself a fact of great
importance, and one which might have been expected to attract, in
no small degree, the attention of the historian. That Hume,
who has taken some pains in canvassing the degree of credit due
to the different parts of the Rye House Plot, should pass it over
in silence, is the more extraordinary because, in the case of the
popish plot, he lays, and justly lays, the greatest stress upon
the dying declarations of the sufferers. Burnet adverts as
well to the peculiar language used by Rumbold as to his denial of
the assassination; but having before given us to understand that
he believed that no such crime had been projected, it is the less
to be wondered at that he does not much dwell upon this further
evidence in favour of his former opinion. Sir John
Dalrymple, upon the authority of a paper which he does not
produce, but from which he quotes enough to show that if produced
it would not answer his purpose, takes Rumbold’s guilt for
a decided fact, and then states his dying protestations of his
innocence, as an instance of aggravated wickedness. It is
to be remarked, too, that although Sir John is pleased roundly to
assert that Rumbold denied the share he had had in the Rye House
Plot, yet the particular words which he cites neither contain nor
express, nor imply any such denial. He has not even
selected those by which the design of assassination was denied
(the only denial that was uttered), but refers to a general
declaration made by Rumbold, that he had done injustice to no
man—a declaration which was by no means inconsistent with
his having been a party to a plot, which he, no doubt, considered
as justifiable, and even meritorious. This is not all: the
paper referred to is addressed to Walcot, by whom Rumbold states
himself to have been led on; and Walcot, with his last breath,
denied his own participation in any design to murder either
Charles or James. Thus, therefore, whether the declaration
of the sufferer be interpreted in a general or in a particular
sense, there is no contradiction whatever between it and the
paper adduced; but thus it is that the character of a brave and,
as far as appears, a virtuous man, is most unjustly and cruelly
traduced. An incredible confusion of head, and an uncommon
want of reasoning powers, which distinguish the author to whom I
refer, are, I should charitably hope, the true sources of his
misrepresentation; while others may probably impute it to his
desire of blackening, upon any pretence, a person whose name is
more or less connected with those of Sidney and Russell. It
ought not, perhaps, to pass without observation, that this attack
upon Rumbold is introduced only in an oblique manner: the rigour
of government destroyed, says the historian, the morals it
intended to correct, and made the unhappy sufferer add to his
former crimes the atrocity of declaring a falsehood in his last
moments. Now, what particular instances of rigour are here
alluded to, it is difficult to guess: for surely the execution of
a man whom he sets down as guilty of a design to murder the two
royal brothers, could not, even in the judgment of persons much
less accustomed than Sir John to palliate the crimes of princes,
be looked upon as an act of blameable severity; but it was
thought, perhaps, that for the purpose of conveying a calumny
upon the persons concerned, or accused of being concerned, in the
Rye House Plot, an affected censure upon the government would be
the fittest vehicle.
The fact itself, that Rumbold did, in his last hours, solemnly
deny the having been concerned in any project for assassinating
the king or duke, has not, I believe, been questioned. It
is not invalidated by the silence of some historians: it is
confirmed by the misrepresentation of others. The first
question that naturally presents itself must be, was this
declaration true? The asseverations of dying men have
always had, and will always have, great influence upon the minds
of those who do not push their ill opinion of mankind to the most
outrageous and unwarrantable length; but though the weight of
such asseverations be in all cases great, it will not be in all
equal. It is material therefore to consider, first, what
are the circumstances which may tend in particular cases to
diminish their credit; and next, how far such circumstances
appear to have existed in the case before us. The case
where this species of evidence would be the least convincing,
would be where hope of pardon is entertained; for then the man is
not a dying man in the sense of the proposition, for he has not
that certainty that his falsehood will not avail him, which is
the principal foundation of the credit due to his
assertions. For the same reason, though in a less degree,
he who hopes for favour to his children, or to other surviving
connections, is to be listened to with some caution; for the
existence of one virtue does not necessarily prove that of
another, and he who loves his children and friends may yet be
profligate and unprincipled; or, deceiving himself, may think
that while his ends are laudable, he ought not to hesitate
concerning the means. Besides these more obvious
temptations to prevarication, there is another which, though it
may lie somewhat deeper, yet experience teaches us to be rooted
in human nature: I mean that sort of obstinacy, or false shame,
which makes men so unwilling to retract what they have once
advanced, whether in matter of opinion or of fact. The
general character of the man is also in this, as in all other
human testimony, a circumstance of the greatest moment.
Where none of the above-mentioned objections occur, and where
therefore the weight of evidence in question is confessedly
considerable, yet is it still liable to be balanced or outweighed
by evidence in the opposite scale.
Let Rumbold’s declaration, then, be examined upon these
principles, and we shall find that it has every character of
truth, without a single circumstance to discredit it. He
was so far from entertaining any hope of pardon, that he did not
seem even to wish it; and indeed if he had had any such
chimerical object in view, he must have known that to have
supplied the government with a proof of the Rye House
assassination plot, would be a more likely road at least, than a
steady denial, to obtain it. He left none behind him for
whom to entreat favour, or whose welfare or honour was at all
affected by any confession or declaration he might make.
If, in a prospective view, he was without temptation, so neither,
if he looked back, was he fettered by any former declaration; so
that he could not be influenced by that erroneous notion of
consistency to which it may be feared that truth, even in the
most awful moments, has in some cases been sacrificed. His
timely escape in 1683 had saved him from the necessity of making
any protestation upon the subject of his innocence at that time;
and the words of the letter to Walcot are so far from containing
such a protestation, that they are quoted (very absurdly, it is
true) by Sir John Dalrymple as an avowal of guilt. If his
testimony is free from these particular objections, much less is
it impeached by his general character, which was that of a bold
and daring man, who was very unlikely to feel shame in avowing
what he had not been ashamed to commit, and who seems to have
taken a delight in speaking bold truths, or at least what
appeared to him to be such, without regarding the manner in which
his hearers were likely to receive them. With respect to
the last consideration, that of the opposite evidence, it all
depends upon the veracity of men who, according to their own
account, betrayed their comrades, and were actuated by the hope
either of pardon or reward.
It appears to be of the more consequence to clear up this
matter, because if we should be of opinion, as I think we all
must be, that the story of the intended assassination of the
king, in his way from Newmarket, is as fabulous as that of the
silver bullets by which he was to have been shot at Windsor, a
most singular train of reflections will force itself upon our
minds, as well in regard to the character of the times, as to the
means by which the two causes gained successively the advantage
over each other. The Royalists had found it impossible to
discredit the fiction, gross as it was, of the popish plot; nor
could they prevent it from being a powerful engine in the hands
of the Whigs, who, during the alarm raised by it, gained an
irresistible superiority in the House of Commons, in the City of
London, and in most parts of the kingdom. But they who
could not quiet a false alarm raised by their adversaries, found
little or no difficulty in raising one equally false in their own
favour, by the supposed detection of the intended
assassination. With regard to the advantages derived to the
respective parties from those detestable fictions, if it be
urged, on one hand, that the panic spread by the Whigs was more
universal and more violent in its effects, it must be allowed, on
the other, that the advantages gained by the Tories were, on
account of their alliance with the crown, more durable and
decisive. There is a superior solidity ever belonging to
the power of the crown, as compared with that of any body of men
or party, or even with either of the other branches of the
legislature. A party has influence, but, properly speaking,
no power. The Houses of Parliament have abundance of power,
but, as bodies, little or no influence. The crown has both
power and influence, which, when exerted with wisdom and
steadiness, will always be found too strong for any opposition
whatever, till the zeal and fidelity of party attachments shall
be found to increase in proportion to the increased influence of
the executive power.
While these matters were transacting in Scotland, Monmouth,
conformably to his promise to Argyle, set sail from Holland, and
landed at Lyme in Dorsetshire, on the 11th of June. He was
attended by Lord Grey of Wark, Fletcher of Saltoun, Colonel
Matthews, Ferguson, and a few other gentlemen. His
reception was, among the lower ranks, cordial, and for some days
at least, if not weeks, there seemed to have been more foundation
for the sanguine hopes of Lord Grey and others, his followers,
than the duke had supposed. The first step taken by the
invader was to issue a proclamation, which he caused to be read
in the market-place. In this instrument he touched upon
what were, no doubt, thought to be the most popular topics, and
loaded James and his Catholic friends with every imputation which
had at any time been thrown against them. This declaration
appears to have been well received, and the numbers that came in
to him were very considerable; but his means of arming them were
limited, nor had he much confidence, for the purpose of any
important military operation, in men unused to discipline, and
wholly unacquainted with the art of war. Without examining
the question whether or not Monmouth, from his professional
prejudices, carried, as some have alleged he did, his diffidence
of unpractised soldiers and new levies too far, it seems clear
that, in his situation, the best, or rather the only chance of
success, was to be looked for in counsels of the boldest
kind. If he could not immediately strike some important
stroke, it was not likely that he ever should; nor indeed was he
in a condition to wait. He could not flatter himself, as
Argyle had done, that he had a strong country, full of relations
and dependants, where he might secure himself till the
co-operation of his confederate or some other favourable
circumstance might put it in his power to act more
efficaciously. Of any brilliant success in Scotland he
could not, at this time, entertain any hope, nor, if he had,
could he rationally expect that any events in that quarter would
make the sort of impression here which, on the other hand, his
success would produce in Scotland. With money he was wholly
unprovided; nor does it appear, whatever may have been the
inclination of some considerable men, such as Lords Macclesfield,
Brandon, Delamere, and others, that any persons of that
description were engaged to join in his enterprise. His
reception had been above his hopes, and his recruits more
numerous than could be expected, or than he was able to furnish
with arms; while, on the other hand, the forces in arms against
him consisted chiefly in a militia, formidable neither from
numbers nor discipline, and moreover suspected of
disaffection. The present moment, therefore, seemed to
offer the most favourable opportunity for enterprise of any that
was likely to occur; but the unfortunate Monmouth judged
otherwise, and, as if he were to defend rather than to attack,
directed his chief policy to the avoiding of a general
action.
It being, however, absolutely necessary to dislodge some
troops which the Earl of Feversham had thrown into Bridport, a
detachment of three hundred men was made for that purpose, which
had the most complete success, notwithstanding the cowardice of
Lord Grey, who commanded them. This nobleman, who had been
so instrumental in persuading his friend to the invasion, upon
the first appearance of danger is said to have left the troops
whom he commanded, and to have sought his own personal safety in
flight. The troops carried Bridport, to the shame of the
commander who had deserted them, and returned to Lyme.
It is related by Ferguson that Monmouth said to Matthews,
“What shall I do with Lord Grey?” To which the
other answered, “That he was the only general in Europe who
would ask such a question;” intending, no doubt, to
reproach the duke with the excess to which he pushed his
characteristic virtues of mildness and forbearance. That
these virtues formed a part of his character is most true, and
the personal friendship in which he had lived with Grey would
incline him still more to the exercise of them upon this
occasion; but it is to be remembered also that the delinquent
was, in respect of rank, property, and perhaps too of talent, by
far the most considerable man he had with him; and, therefore,
that prudential motives might concur to deter a general from
proceeding to violent measures with such a person, especially in
a civil war, where the discipline of an armed party cannot be
conducted upon the same system as that of a regular army serving
in a foreign war. Monmouth’s disappointment in Lord
Grey was aggravated by the loss of Fletcher of Saltoun, who, in a
sort of scuffle that ensued upon his being reproached for having
seized a horse belonging to a man of the country, had the
misfortune to kill the owner. Monmouth, however unwilling,
thought himself obliged to dismiss him; and thus, while a fatal
concurrence of circumstances forced him to part with the man he
esteemed, and to retain him whom he despised, he found himself at
once disappointed of the support of the two persons upon whom he
had most relied.
On the 15th of June, his army being now increased to near
three thousand men, the duke marched from Lyme. He does not
appear to have taken this step with a view to any enterprise of
importance, but rather to avoid the danger which he apprehended
from the motions of the Devonshire and Somerset militias, whose
object it seemed to be to shut him up in Lyme. In his first
day’s march he had opportunities of engaging, or rather of
pursuing, each of those bodies, who severally retreated from his
forces; but conceiving it to be his business, as he said, not to
fight, but to march on, he went through Axminster, and encamped
in a strong piece of ground between that town and Chard in
Somersetshire, to which place he proceeded on the ensuing
day. According to Wade’s narrative, which appears to
afford by far the most authentic account of these transactions,
here it was that the first proposition was made for proclaiming
Monmouth king. Ferguson made the proposal, and was
supported by Lord Grey, but it was easily run down, as Wade
expresses it, by those who were against it, and whom, therefore,
we must suppose to have formed a very considerable majority of
the persons deemed of sufficient importance to be consulted on
such an occasion. These circumstances are material, because
if that credit be given to them which they appear to deserve,
Ferguson’s want of veracity becomes so notorious, that it
is hardly worth while to attend to any part of his
narrative. Where it only corroborates accounts given by
others, it is of little use; and where it differs from them, it
deserves no credit. I have, therefore, wholly disregarded
it.
From Chard, Monmouth and his party proceeded to Taunton, a
town where, as well from the tenor of former occurrences as from
the zeal and number of the Protestant dissenters, who formed a
great portion of its inhabitants, he had every reason to expect
the most favourable reception. His expectations were not
disappointed.
The inhabitants of the upper, as well as the lower classes,
vied with each other in testifying their affection for his
person, and their zeal for his cause. While the latter rent
the air with applauses and acclamations, the former opened their
houses to him and to his followers, and furnished his army with
necessaries and supplies of every kind. His way was strewed
with flowers; the windows were thronged with spectators, all
anxious to participate in what the warm feelings of the moment
made them deem a triumph. Husbands pointed out to their
wives, mothers to their children, the brave and lovely hero who
was destined to be the deliverer of his country. The
beautiful lines which Dryden makes Achitophel, in his highest
strain of flattery, apply to this unfortunate nobleman, were in
this instance literally verified:
“Thee, saviour, thee, the nation’s
vows confess,
And, never satisfied with seeing, bless.
Swift unbespoken pomps thy steps proclaim,
And stammering babes are taught to lisp thy name.”
In the midst of these joyous scenes twenty-six young maids, of
the best families in the town, presented him in the name of their
townsmen with colours wrought by them for the purpose, and with a
Bible; upon receiving which he said that he had taken the field
with a design to defend the truth contained in that Book, and to
seal it with his blood if there was occasion.
In such circumstances it is no wonder that his army increased;
and, indeed, exclusive of individual recruits, he was here
strengthened by the arrival of Colonel Bassett with a
considerable corps. But in the midst of these prosperous
circumstances, some of them of such apparent importance to the
success of his enterprise, all of them highly flattering to his
feelings, he did not fail to observe that one favourable symptom
(and that too of the most decisive nature) was still
wanting. None of the considerable families, not a single
nobleman, and scarcely any gentleman of rank and consequence in
the counties through which he had passed, had declared in his
favour. Popular applause is undoubtedly sweet; and not only
so, it often furnishes most powerful means to the genius that
knows how to make use of them. But Monmouth well knew that
without the countenance and assistance of a proportion, at least,
of the higher ranks in the country, there was, for an undertaking
like his, little prospect of success. He could not but have
remarked that the habits and prejudices of the English people
are, in a great degree, aristocratical; nor had he before him,
nor indeed have we since his time, had one single example of an
insurrection that was successful, unaided by the ancient families
and great landed proprietors. He must have felt this the
more, because in former parts of his political life he had been
accustomed to act with such coadjutors; and it is highly probable
that if Lord Russell had been alive, and could have appeared at
the head of one hundred only of his western tenantry, such a
reinforcement would have inspired him with more real confidence
than the thousands who individually flocked to his standard.
But though Russell was no more, there were not wanting, either
in the provinces through which the duke passed, or in other parts
of the kingdom, many noble and wealthy families who were attached
to the principles of the Whigs. To account for their
neutrality, and, if possible, to persuade them to a different
conduct, was naturally among his principal concerns. Their
present coldness might be imputed to the indistinctness of his
declarations with respect to what was intended to be the future
government. Men zealous for monarchy might not choose to
embark without some certain pledge that their favourite form
should be preserved. They would also expect to be satisfied
with respect to the person whom their arms, if successful, were
to place upon the throne. To promise, therefore, the
continuance of a monarchical establishment, and to designate the
future monarch, seemed to be necessary for the purpose of
acquiring aristocratical support. Whatever might be the
intrinsic weight of this argument, it easily made its way with
Monmouth in his present situation. The aspiring temper of
mind which is the natural consequence of popular favour and
success, produced in him a disposition to listen to any
suggestion which tended to his elevation and aggrandisement; and
when he could persuade himself, upon reasons specious at least,
that the measures which would most gratify his aspiring desires
would be, at the same time, a stroke of the soundest policy, it
is not to be wondered at that it was immediately and impatiently
adopted. Urged, therefore, by these mixed motives, he
declared himself king, and issued divers proclamations in the
royal style; assigning to those whose approbation he doubted the
reasons above adverted to, and proscribing and threatening with
the punishment due to rebellion such as should resist his
mandates, and adhere to the usurping Duke of York.
If this measure was in reality taken with views of policy,
those views were miserably disappointed; for it does not appear
that one proselyte was gained. The threats in the
proclamation were received with derision by the king’s
army, and no other sentiments were excited by the assumption of
the royal title than those of contempt and indignation. The
commonwealthsmen were dissatisfied, of course, with the principle
of the measure: the favourers of hereditary right held it in
abhorrence, and considered it as a kind of sacrilegious
profanation; nor even among those who considered monarchy in a
more rational light, and as a magistracy instituted for the good
of the people, could it be at all agreeable that such a
magistrate should be elected by the army that had thronged to his
standard, or by the particular partiality of a provincial
town. Monmouth’s strength, therefore, was by no means
increased by his new title, and seemed to be still limited to two
descriptions of persons; first, those who, from thoughtlessness
or desperation, were willing to join in any attempt at
innovation; secondly, such as, directing their views to a single
point, considered the destruction of James’s tyranny as the
object which, at all hazards, and without regard to consequences,
they were bound to pursue. On the other hand, his
reputation both for moderation and good faith was considerably
impaired, inasmuch as his present conduct was in direct
contradiction to that part of his declaration wherein he had
promised to leave the future adjustment of government, and
especially the consideration of his own claims, to a free and
independent parliament.
The notion of improving his new levies by discipline seems to
have taken such possession of Monmouth’s mind that he
overlooked the probable, or rather the certain, consequences of a
delay, by which the enemy would be enabled to bring into the
field forces far better disciplined and appointed than any which,
even with the most strenuous and successful exertions, he could
hope to oppose to them. Upon this principle, and especially
as he had not yet fixed upon any definite object of enterprise,
he did not think a stay of a few days at Taunton would be
materially, if at all, prejudicial to his affairs; and it was not
till the 21st of June that he proceeded to Bridgewater, where he
was received in the most cordial manner. In his march, the
following day, from that town to Glastonbury, he was alarmed by a
party of the Earl of Oxford’s horse; but all apprehensions
of any material interruptions were removed by an account of the
militia having left Wells, and retreated to Bath and
Bristol. From Glastonbury he went to Shipton-Mallet, where
the project of an attack upon Bristol was communicated by the
duke to his officers. After some discussion, it was agreed
that the attack should be made on the Gloucestershire side of the
city, and with that view to pass the Avon at Keynsham Bridge, a
few miles from Bath. In their march from Shipton-Mallet,
the troops were again harassed in their rear by a party of horse
and dragoons, but lodged quietly at night at a village called
Pensford. A detachment was sent early the next morning to
possess itself of Keynsham, and to repair the bridge, which might
probably be broken down to prevent a passage. Upon their
approach, a troop of the Gloucestershire horse-militia
immediately abandoned the town in great precipitation, leaving
behind them two horses and one man. By break of day, the
bridge, which had not been much injured, was repaired, and before
noon, Monmouth, having passed it with his whole army, was in full
march to Bristol, which he determined to attack the ensuing
night. But the weather proving rainy and bad, it was deemed
expedient to return to Keynsham, a measure from which he expected
to reap a double advantage; to procure dry and commodious
quarters for the soldiery, and to lull the enemy, by a movement,
which bore the semblance of a retreat, into a false and delusive
security. The event, however, did not answer his
expectation, for the troops had scarcely taken up their quarters,
when they were disturbed by two parties of horse, who entered the
town at two several places. An engagement ensued, in which
Monmouth lost fourteen men, and a captain of horse, though in the
end the Royalists were obliged to retire, leaving three
prisoners. From these the duke had information that the
king’s army was near at hand, and, as they said, about four
thousand strong.
This new state of affairs seemed to demand new councils.
The projected enterprise upon Bristol was laid aside, and the
question was, whether to make by forced marches for Gloucester,
in order to pass the Severn at that city, and so to gain the
counties of Salop and Chester, where he expected to be met by
many friends, or to march directly into Wiltshire, where,
according to some intelligence received [“from one
Adlam”] the day before, there was a considerable body of
horse (under whose command does not appear) ready, by their
junction, to afford him a most important and seasonable
support. To the first of these plans a decisive objection
was stated. The distance by Gloucester was so great, that,
considering the slow marches to which he would be limited, by the
daily attacks with which the different small bodies of the
enemy’s cavalry would not fail to harass his rear, he was
in great danger of being overtaken by the king’s forces,
and might thus be driven to risk all in an engagement upon terms
the most disadvantageous. On the contrary, if joined in
Wiltshire by the expected aids, he might confidently offer battle
to the royal army; and, provided he could bring them to an action
before they were strengthened by new reinforcements, there was no
unreasonable prospect of success. The latter plan was
therefore adopted, and no sooner adopted than put in
execution. The army was in motion without delay, and being
before Bath on the morning of the 26th of June, summoned the
place, rather (as it should seem) in sport than in earnest, as
there was no hope of its surrender. After this bravado they
marched on southward to Philip’s Norton, where they rested;
the horse in the town, and the foot in the field.
While Monmouth was making these marches, there were not
wanting, in many parts of the adjacent country, strong symptoms
of the attachment of the lower orders of people to his cause, and
more especially in those manufacturing towns where the Protestant
dissenters were numerous. In Froome there had been a
considerable rising, headed by the constable, who posted up the
duke’s declaration in the market-place. Many of the
inhabitants of the neighbouring towns of Westbury and Warminster
came in throngs to the town to join the insurgents; some armed
with fire-arms, but more with such rustic weapons as opportunity
could supply. Such a force, if it had joined the main army,
or could have been otherwise directed by any leader of judgment
and authority, might have proved very serviceable; but in its
present state it was a mere rabble, and upon the first appearance
of the Earl of Pembroke, who entered the town with a hundred and
sixty horse and forty musketeers, fell, as might be expected,
into total confusion. The rout was complete; all the arms
of the insurgents were seized; and the constable, after having
been compelled to abjure his principles, and confess the enormity
of his offence, was committed to prison.
This transaction took place the 25th, the day before
Monmouth’s arrival at Philip’s Norton, and may have,
in a considerable degree, contributed to the disappointment, of
which we learn from Wade, that he at this time began bitterly to
complain. He was now upon the confines of Wiltshire, and
near enough for the bodies of horse, upon whose favourable
intentions so much reliance had been placed, to have effected a
junction, if they had been so disposed; but whether that
Adlam’s intelligence had been originally bad, or that
Pembroke’s proceedings at Froome had intimidated them, no
symptom of such an intention could be discovered. A
desertion took place in his army, which the exaggerated accounts
in the Gazette made to amount to near two thousand men.
These dispiriting circumstances, added to the complete
disappointment of the hopes entertained from the assumption of
the royal title, produced in him a state of mind but little short
of despondency. He complained that all people had deserted
him, and is said to have been so dejected, as hardly to have the
spirit requisite for giving the necessary orders.
From this state of torpor, however, he appears to have been
effectually roused by a brisk attack that was made upon him on
the 27th, in the morning, by the Royalists, under the command of
his half-brother, the Duke of Grafton. That spirited young
nobleman (whose intrepid courage, conspicuous upon every
occasion, led him in this, and many other instances, to risk a
life, which he finally lost in a better cause), heading an
advanced detachment of Lord Feversham’s army, who had
marched from Bath, with a view to fall on the enemy’s rear,
marched boldly up a narrow lane leading to the town, and attacked
a barricade, which Monmouth had caused to be made across the way,
at the entrance of the town. Monmouth was no sooner
apprised of this brisk attack, than he ordered a party to go out
of the town by a by-way, who coming on the rear of the Grenadiers
while others of his men were engaged with their front, had nearly
surrounded them, and taken their commander prisoner, but Grafton
forced his way through the enemy. An engagement ensued
between the insurgents and the remainder of Feversham’s
detachment, who had lined the hedges which flanked them.
The former were victorious, and after driving the enemy from
hedge to hedge, forced them at last into the open field, where
they joined the rest of the king’s forces, newly come
up. The killed and wounded in these encounters amounted to
about forty on Feversham’s side, twenty on
Monmouth’s; but among the latter there were several
officers, and some of note, while the loss of the former, with
the exception of two volunteers, Seymour and May, consisted
entirely of common soldiers.
The Royalists now drew up on an eminence, about five hundred
paces from the hedges, while Monmouth, having placed, of his four
field-pieces, two at the mouth of the lane, and two upon a rising
ground near it on the right, formed his army along the
hedge. From these stations a firing of artillery was begun
on each side, and continued near six hours, but with little or no
effect. Monmouth, according to Wade, losing but one, and
the Royalists, according to the Gazette, not one man, by the
whole cannonade. In these circumstances, notwithstanding
the recent and convincing experience he now had of the ability of
his raw troops to face, in certain situations at least, the more
regular forces of his enemy, Monmouth was advised by some to
retreat; but upon a more general consultation, this advice was
over-ruled, and it was determined to cut passages through the
hedges and to offer battle. But before this could be
effected the royal army, not willing again to engage among the
enclosures, annoyed in the open field by the rain which continued
to fall very heavily, and disappointed, no doubt, at the little
effect of their artillery, began their retreat. The little
confidence which Monmouth had in his horse—perhaps the ill
opinion he now entertained of their leader—forbade him to
think of pursuit, and having stayed till a late hour in the
field, and leaving large fires burning, he set out on his march
in the night, and on the 28th, in the morning, reached Froome,
where he put his troops in quarter and rested two days.
It was here he first heard certain news of Argyle’s
discomfiture. It was in vain to seek for any circumstance
in his affairs that might mitigate the effect of the severe blow
inflicted by this intelligence, and he relapsed into the same low
spirits as at Philip’s Norton. No diversion, at least
no successful diversion, had been made in his favour: there was
no appearance of the horse, which had been the principal motive
to allure him into that part of the country; and what was worst
of all, no desertion from the king’s army. It was
manifest, said the duke’s more timid advisers, that the
affair must terminate ill, and the only measure now to be taken
was, that the general with his officers should leave the army to
shift for itself, and make severally for the most convenient
sea-ports, whence they might possibly get a safe passage to the
Continent. To account for Monmouth’s entertaining,
even for a moment, a thought so unworthy of him, and so
inconsistent with the character for spirit he had ever
maintained—a character unimpeached even by his
enemies—we must recollect the unwillingness with which he
undertook this fatal expedition; that his engagement to Argyle,
who was now past help, was perhaps his principal motive for
embarking at the time; that it was with great reluctance he had
torn himself from the arms of Lady Harriet Wentworth, with whom
he had so firmly persuaded himself that he could be happy in the
most obscure retirement, that he believed himself weaned from
ambition, which had hitherto been the only passion of his
mind. It is true, that when he had once yielded to the
solicitations of his friends so far as to undertake a business of
such magnitude, it was his duty (but a duty that required a
stronger mind than his to execute) to discard from his thoughts
all the arguments that had rendered his compliance
reluctant. But it is one of the great distinctions between
an ordinary mind and a superior one, to be able to carry on
without relenting a plan we have not originally approved, and
especially when it appears to have turned out ill. This
proposal of disbanding was a step so pusillanimous and
dishonourable that it could not be approved by any council,
however composed. It was condemned by all except Colonel
Venner, and was particularly inveighed against by Lord Grey, who
was perhaps desirous of retrieving, by bold words at least, the
reputation he had lost at Bridport. It is possible, too,
that he might be really unconscious of his deficiency in point of
personal courage till the moment of danger arrived, and even
forgetful of it when it was passed. Monmouth was easily
persuaded to give up a plan so uncongenial to his nature,
resolved, though with little hope of success, to remain with his
army to take the chance of events, and at the worst to stand or
fall with men whose attachment to him had laid him under
indelible obligations.
This resolution being taken, the first plan was to proceed to
Warminster, but on the morning of his departure hearing, on the
one hand, that the king’s troops were likely to cross his
march, and on the other, being informed by a quaker, before known
to the duke, that there was a great club army, amounting to ten
thousand men, ready to join his standard in the marshes to the
westward, he altered his intention, and returned to
Shipton-Mallet, where he rested that night, his army being in
good quarters. From Shipton-Mallet he proceeded, on the 1st
of July, to Wells, upon information that there were in that city
some carriages belonging to the king’s army, and
ill-guarded. These he found and took, and stayed that night
in the town. The following day he marched towards
Bridgewater in search of the great succour he had been taught to
expect; but found, of the promised ten thousand men, only a
hundred and sixty. The army lay that night in the field,
and once again entered Bridgewater on the 3rd of July. That
the duke’s men were not yet completely dispirited or out of
heart appears from the circumstance of great numbers of them
going from Bridgewater to see their friends at Taunton, and other
places in the neighbourhood, and almost all returning the next
day according to their promise. On the 5th an account was
received of the king’s army being considerably advanced,
and Monmouth’s first thought was to retreat from it
immediately, and marching by Axbridge and Keynsham to Gloucester,
to pursue the plan formerly rejected, of penetrating into the
counties of Chester and Salop.
His preparations for this march were all made, when, on the
afternoon of the 5th, he learnt, more accurately than he had
before done, the true situation of the royal army, and from the
information now received, he thought it expedient to consult his
principal officers, whether it might not be advisable to attempt
to surprise the enemy by a night attack upon their
quarters. The prevailing opinion was, that if the infantry
were not entrenched the plan was worth the trial; otherwise
not. Scouts were despatched to ascertain this point, and
their report being that there was no entrenchment, an attack was
resolved on. In pursuance of this resolution, at about
eleven at night, the whole army was in march, Lord Grey
commanding the horse, and Colonel Wade the vanguard of the
foot. The duke’s orders were, that the horse should
first advance, and pushing into the enemy’s camp, endeavour
to prevent their infantry from coming together; that the cannon
should follow the horse, and the foot the cannon, and draw all up
in one line, and so finish what the cavalry should have begun,
before the king’s horse and artillery could be got in
order. But it was now discovered that though there were no
entrenchments, there was a ditch which served as a drain to the
great moor adjacent, of which no mention had been made by the
scouts. To this ditch the horse under Lord Grey advanced,
and no farther; and whether immediately, as according to some
accounts, or after having been considerably harassed by the enemy
in their attempts to find a place to pass, according to others,
quitted the field. The cavalry being gone, and the
principle upon which the attack had been undertaken being that of
a surprise, the duke judged it necessary that the infantry should
advance as speedily as possible. Wade, therefore, when he
came within forty paces of the ditch, was obliged to halt to put
his battalion into that order, which the extreme rapidity of the
march had for the time disconcerted. His plan was to pass
the ditch, reserving his fire; but while he was arranging his men
for that purpose, another battalion, newly come up, began to
fire, though at a considerable distance; a bad example, which it
was impossible to prevent the vanguard from following, and it was
now no longer in the power of their commander to persuade them to
advance. The king’s forces, as well horse and
artillery as foot, had now full time to assemble. The duke
had no longer cavalry in the field, and though his artillery,
which consisted only of three or four iron guns, was well served
under the directions of a Dutch gunner, it was by no means equal
to that of the royal army, which, as soon as it was light, began
to do great execution. In these circumstances the
unfortunate Monmouth, fearful of being encompassed and made
prisoner by the king’s cavalry, who were approaching upon
his flank, and urged, as it is reported, to flight by the same
person who had stimulated him to his fatal enterprise, quitted
the field accompanied by Lord Grey and some others. The
left wing, under the command of Colonel Holmes and Matthews, next
gave way; and Wade’s men, after having continued for an
hour and a half a distant and ineffectual fire, seeing their left
discomfited, began a retreat, which soon afterwards became a
complete rout.
Thus ended the decisive battle of Sedgmoor; an attack which
seems to have been judiciously conceived, and in many parts
spiritedly executed. The general was deficient neither in
courage nor conduct; and the troops, while they displayed the
native bravery of Englishmen, were under as good discipline as
could be expected from bodies newly raised. Two
circumstances seem to have principally contributed to the loss of
the day; first, the unforeseen difficulty occasioned by the
ditch, of which the assailants had had no intelligence; and
secondly, the cowardice of the commander of the horse. The
discovery of the ditch was the more alarming, because it threw a
general doubt upon the information of the spies, and the night
being dark they could not ascertain that this was the only
impediment of the kind which they were to expect. The
dispersion of the horse was still more fatal, inasmuch as it
deranged the whole order of the plan, by which it had been
concerted that their operations were to facilitate the attack to
be made by the foot. If Lord Grey had possessed a spirit
more suitable to his birth and name, to the illustrious
friendship with which he had been honoured, and to the command
with which he was entrusted, he would doubtless have persevered
till he found a passage into the enemy’s camp, which could
have been effected at a ford not far distant: the loss of time
occasioned by the ditch might not have been very material, and
the most important consequences might have ensued; but it would
surely be rashness to assert, as Hume does, that the army would
after all have gained the victory had not the misconduct of
Monmouth and the cowardice of Grey prevented it. This rash
judgment is the more to be admired, as the historian has not
pointed out the instance of misconduct to which he refers.
The number of Monmouth’s men killed is computed by some at
two thousand, by others at three hundred—a disparity,
however, which may be easily reconciled, by supposing that the
one account takes in those who were killed in battle, while the
other comprehends the wretched fugitives who were massacred in
ditches, corn-fields, and other hiding-places, the following
day.
In general, I have thought it right to follow Wade’s
narrative, which appears to me by far the most authentic, if not
the only authentic account of this important transaction.
It is imperfect, but its imperfection arises from the
narrator’s omitting all those circumstances of which he was
not an eye-witness, and the greater credit is on that very
account due to him for those which he relates. With respect
to Monmouth’s quitting the field, it is not mentioned by
him, nor is it possible to ascertain the precise point of time at
which it happened. That he fled while his troops were still
fighting, and therefore too soon for his glory, can scarcely be
doubted; and the account given by Ferguson, whose veracity,
however, is always to be suspected, that Lord Grey urged him to
the measure, as well by persuasion as by example, seems not
improbable. This misbehaviour of the last-mentioned
nobleman is more certain; but as, according to Ferguson, who has
been followed by others, he actually conversed with Monmouth in
the field, and as all accounts make him the companion of his
flight, it is not to be understood that when he first gave way
with his cavalry, he ran away in the literal sense of the words,
or if he did, he must have returned. The exact truth, with
regard to this and many other interesting particulars, is
difficult to be discovered; owing, not more to the darkness of
the night in which they were transacted, than to the personal
partialities and enmities by which they have been disfigured, in
the relations of the different contemporary writers.
Monmouth with his suite first directed his course towards the
Bristol Channel, and as is related by Oldmixon, was once
inclined, at the suggestion of Dr. Oliver, a faithful and honest
adviser, to embark for the coast of Wales, with a view of
concealing himself some time in that principality. Lord
Grey, who appears to have been, in all instances, his evil
genius, dissuaded him from this plan, and the small party having
separated, took each several ways. Monmouth, Grey, and a
gentleman of Brandenburg, went southward, with a view to gain the
New Forest in Hampshire, where, by means of Grey’s
connections in that district, and thorough knowledge of the
country, it was hoped they might be in safety, till a vessel
could be procured to transport them to the Continent. They
left their horses, and disguised themselves as peasants; but the
pursuit, stimulated as well by party zeal as by the great
pecuniary rewards offered for the capture of Monmouth and Grey,
was too vigilant to be eluded. Grey was taken on the 7th in
the evening; and the German, who shared the same fate early on
the next morning, confessed that he had parted from Monmouth but
a few hours since. The neighbouring country was immediately
and thoroughly searched, and James had ere night the satisfaction
of learning that his nephew was in his power. The
unfortunate duke was discovered in a ditch, half concealed by
fern and nettles. His stock of provision, which consisted
of some peas gathered in the fields through which he had fled,
was nearly exhausted, and there is reason to think that he had
little, if any other sustenance, since he left Bridgewater on the
evening of the 5th. To repose he had been equally a
stranger; how his mind must have been harassed, it is needless to
discuss. Yet that in such circumstances he appeared
dispirited and crestfallen, is, by the unrelenting malignity of
party writers, imputed to him as cowardice and meanness of
spirit. That the failure of his enterprise, together with
the bitter reflection that he had suffered himself to be engaged
in it against his own better judgment, joined to the other
calamitous circumstances of his situation, had reduced him to a
state of despondency, is evident; and in this frame of mind, he
wrote, on the very day of his capture, the following letter to
the king:
“Sir,—Your majesty may think it the
misfortune I now lie under makes me make this application to you;
but I do assure your majesty, it is the remorse I now have in me
of the wrong I have done you in several things, and now in taking
up arms against you. For my taking up arms, it was never in
my thought since the king died: the Prince and Princess of Orange
will be witness for me of the assurance I gave them, that I would
never stir against you. But my misfortune was such as to
meet with some horrid people, that made me believe things of your
majesty, and gave me so many false arguments, that I was fully
led away to believe that it was a shame and a sin before God not
to do it. But, sir, I will not trouble your majesty at
present with many things I could say for myself, that I am sure
would move your compassion; the chief end of this letter being
only to beg of you, that I may have that happiness as to speak to
your majesty; for I have that to say to you, sir, that I hope may
give you a long and happy reign.
“I am sure, sir, when you hear me, you will be convinced
of the zeal I have of your preservation, and how heartily I
repent of what I have done. I can say no more to your
majesty now, being this letter must be seen by those that keep
me. Therefore, sir, I shall make an end in begging of your
majesty to believe so well of me, that I would rather die a
thousand deaths than excuse anything I have done, if I did not
really think myself the most in the wrong that ever a man was,
and had not from the bottom of my heart an abhorrence for those
that put me upon it, and for the action itself. I hope,
sir, God Almighty will strike your heart with mercy and
compassion for me, as he has done mine with the abhorrence of
what I have done: wherefore, sir, I hope I may live to show you
how zealous I shall ever be for your service; and could I but say
one word in this letter, you would be convinced of it; but it is
of that consequence, that I dare not do it. Therefore, sir,
I do beg of you once more to let me speak to you; for then you
will be convinced how much I shall ever be, your majesty’s
most humble and dutiful
“Monmouth.”
The only certain conclusion to be drawn from this letter,
which Mr. Echard, in a manner perhaps not so seemly for a
Churchman, terms submissive, is, that Monmouth still wished
anxiously for life, and was willing to save it, even at the cruel
price of begging and receiving it as a boon from his enemy.
Ralph conjectures with great probability that this unhappy
man’s feelings were all governed by his excessive affection
for his mistress and that a vain hope of enjoying, with Lady
Harriet Wentworth, that retirement which he had so unwillingly
abandoned, induced him to adopt a conduct, which he might
otherwise have considered as indecent. At any rate it must
be admitted that to cling to life is a strong instinct in human
nature, and Monmouth might reasonably enough satisfy himself,
that when his death could not by any possibility benefit either
the public or his friends, to follow such instinct, even in a
manner that might tarnish the splendour of heroism, was no
impeachment of the moral virtue of a man.
With respect to the mysterious part of the letter, where he
speaks of one word which would be of such infinite importance, it
is difficult, if not rather utterly impossible, to explain it by
any rational conjecture. Mr. Macpherson’s favourite
hypothesis, that the Prince of Orange had been a party to the
late attempt, and that Monmouth’s intention, when he wrote
the letter, was to disclose this important fact to the king, is
totally destroyed by those expressions, in which the unfortunate
prisoner tells his majesty he had assured the Prince and Princess
of Orange that he would never stir against him. Did he
assure the Prince of Orange that he would never do that which he
was engaged to the Prince of Orange to do? Can it be said
that this was a false fact, and that no such assurances were in
truth given? To what purpose was the falsehood? In
order to conceal from motives, whether honourable or otherwise,
his connection with the prince? What! a fiction in one
paragraph of the letter in order to conceal a fact, which in the
next he declares his intention of revealing? The thing is
impossible.
The intriguing character of the Secretary of State, the Earl
of Sunderland, whose duplicity in many instances cannot be
doubted, and the mystery in which almost everything relating to
him is involved, might lead us to suspect that the expressions
point at some discovery in which that nobleman was concerned, and
that Monmouth had it in his power to be of important service to
James, by revealing to him the treachery of his minister.
Such a conjecture might be strengthened by an anecdote that has
had some currency, and to the truth of which, in part, King
James’s “Memoirs,” if the extracts from them
can be relied on, bear testimony. It is said that the Duke
of Monmouth told Mr. Ralph Sheldon, one of the king’s
chamber, who came to meet him on his way to London, that he had
had reason to expect Sunderland’s co-operation, and
authorised Sheldon to mention this to the king: that while
Sheldon was relating this to his majesty, Sunderland entered;
Sheldon hesitated, but was ordered to go on.
“Sunderland seemed, at first, struck” (as well he
might, whether innocent or guilty), “but after a short time
said, with a laugh, ‘If that be all he (Monmouth) can
discover to save his life, it will do him little
good.’” It is to be remarked, that in
Sheldon’s conversation, as alluded to by King James, the
Prince of Orange’s name is not even mentioned, either as
connected with Monmouth or with Sunderland. But, on the
other hand, the difficulties that stand in the way of our
interpreting Monmouth’s letter as alluding to Sunderland,
or of supposing that the writer of it had any well-founded
accusation against that minister, are insurmountable. If he
had such an accusation to make, why did he not make it? The
king says expressly, both in a letter to the Prince of Orange,
and in the extract, from his “Memoirs,” above cited,
that Monmouth made no discovery of consequence, and the
explanation suggested, that his silence was owing to Sunderland
the secretary’s having assured him of his pardon, seems
wholly inadmissible. Such assurances could have their
influence no longer than while the hope of pardon remained.
Why, then, did he continue silent, when he found James
inexorable? If he was willing to accuse the earl before he
had received these assurances, it is inconceivable that he should
have any scruple about doing it when they turned out to have been
delusive, and when his mind must have been exasperated by the
reflection that Sunderland’s perfidious promises and
self-interested suggestions had deterred him from the only
probable means of saving his life.
A third, and perhaps the most plausible, interpretation of the
words in question is, that they point to a discovery of
Monmouth’s friends in England, when, in the dejected state
of his mind at the time of writing, unmanned as he was by
misfortune, he might sincerely promise what the return of better
thoughts forbade him to perform. This account, however,
though free from the great absurdities belonging to the two
others, is by no means satisfactory. The phrase, “one
word,” seems to relate rather to some single person, or
some single fact, and can hardly apply to any list of associates
that might be intended to be sacrificed. On the other hand,
the single denunciation of Lord Delamere, of Lord Brandon, or
even of the Earl of Devonshire, or of any other private
individual, could not be considered as of that extreme
consequence which Monmouth attaches to his promised
disclosure. I have mentioned Lord Devonshire, who was
certainly not implicated in the enterprise, and who was not even
suspected, because it appears, from Grey’s narrative, that
one of Monmouth’s agents had once given hopes of his
support; and therefore there is a bare possibility that Monmouth
may have reckoned upon his assistance. Perhaps, after all,
the letter has been canvassed with too much nicety, and the words
of it weighed more scrupulously than, proper allowance being made
for the situation and state of mind of the writer, they ought to
have been. They may have been thrown out at hazard, merely
as means to obtain an interview, of which the unhappy prisoner
thought he might, in some way or other, make his advantage.
If any more precise meaning existed in his mind, we must be
content to pass it over as one of those obscure points of
history, upon which neither the sagacity of historians, nor the
many documents since made public, nor the great discoverer, Time,
has yet thrown any distinct light.
Monmouth and Grey were now to be conveyed to London, for which
purpose they set out on the 11th, and arrived in the vicinity of
the metropolis on the 13th of July. In the meanwhile, the
queen dowager, who seems to have behaved with a uniformity of
kindness towards her husband’s son that does her great
honour, urgently pressed the king to admit his nephew to an
audience. Importuned, therefore, by entreaties, and
instigated by the curiosity which Monmouth’s mysterious
expressions, and Sheldon’s story, had excited, he
consented, though with a fixed determination to show no
mercy. James was not of the number of those, in whom the
want of an extensive understanding is compensated by a delicacy
of sentiment, or by those right feelings, which are often found
to be better guides for the conduct than the most accurate
reasoning. His nature did not revolt, his blood did not run
cold, at the thoughts of beholding the son of a brother whom he
had loved embracing his knees, petitioning, and petitioning in
vain, for life; of interchanging words and looks with a nephew,
on whom he was inexorably determined, within forty-eight short
hours, to inflict an ignominious death.
In Macpherson’s extract from King James’s
“Memoirs,” it is confessed that the king ought not to
have seen, if he was not disposed to pardon the culprit; but
whether the observation is made by the exiled prince himself, or
by him who gives the extract, is in this, as in many other
passages of those “Memoirs,” difficult to
determine. Surely if the king had made this reflection
before Monmouth’s execution, it must have occurred to that
monarch, that if he had inadvertently done that which he ought
not to have done, without an intention to pardon, the only remedy
was to correct that part of his conduct which was still in his
power, and since he could not recall the interview, to grant the
pardon.
Pursuant to this hard-hearted arrangement, Monmouth and Grey,
on the very day of their arrival, were brought to Whitehall,
where they had severally interviews with his majesty.
James, in a letter to the Prince of Orange, dated the following
day, gives a short account of both these interviews.
Monmouth, he says, betrayed a weakness which did not become one
who had claimed the title of king; but made no discovery of
consequence.
Grey was more ingenuous (it is not certain in what sense his
majesty uses the term, since he does not refer to any discovery
made by that lord), and never once begged his life. Short
as this account is, it seems the only authentic one of those
interviews. Bishop Kennet, who has been followed by most of
the modern historians, relates, that “This unhappy captive,
by the intercession of the queen dowager, was brought to the
king’s presence, and fell presently at his feet, and
confessed he deserved to die; but conjured him, with tears in his
eyes, not to use him with the severity of justice, and to grant
him a life, which he would be ever ready to sacrifice for his
service. He mentioned to him the example of several great
princes, who had yielded to the impressions of clemency on the
like occasions, and who had never afterwards repented of those
acts of generosity and mercy; concluding, in a most pathetical
manner, ‘Remember, sir, I am your brother’s son, and
if you take my life, it is your own blood that you will
shed.’ The king asked him several questions, and made
him sign a declaration that his father told him he was never
married to his mother: and then said, he was sorry indeed for his
misfortunes; but his crime was of too great a consequence to be
left unpunished, and he must of necessity suffer for it.
The queen is said to have insulted him in a very arrogant and
unmerciful manner. So that when the duke saw there was
nothing designed by this interview but to satisfy the
queen’s revenge, he rose up from his majesty’s feet
with a new air of bravery, and was carried back to the
Tower.”
The topics used by Monmouth are such as he might naturally
have employed, and the demeanour attributed to him, upon finding
the king inexorable, is consistent enough with general
probability, and his particular character; but that the king took
care to extract from him a confession of Charles’s
declaration with respect to his illegitimacy, before he announced
his final refusal of mercy, and that the queen was present for
the purpose of reviling and insulting him, are circumstances too
atrocious to merit belief, without some more certain
evidence. It must be remarked also, that Burnet, whose
general prejudices would not lead him to doubt any imputations
against the queen, does not mention her majesty’s being
present. Monmouth’s offer of changing religion is
mentioned by him, but no authority quoted; and no hint of the
kind appears either in James’s Letters, or in the extract
from his “Memoirs.”
From Whitehall Monmouth was at night carried to the Tower,
where, no longer uncertain as to his fate, he seems to have
collected his mind, and to have resumed his wonted
fortitude. The bill of attainder that had lately passed
having superseded the necessity of a legal trial, his execution
was fixed for the next day but one after his commitment.
This interval appeared too short even for the worldly business
which he wished to transact, and he wrote again to the king on
the 14th, desiring some short respite, which was peremptorily
refused. The difficulty of obtaining any certainty
concerning facts, even in instances where there has not been any
apparent motive for disguising them, is nowhere more striking
than in the few remaining hours of this unfortunate man’s
life. According to King James’s statement in his
“Memoirs,” he refused to see his wife, while other
accounts assert positively that she refused to see him, unless in
presence of witnesses. Burnet, who was not likely to be
mistaken in a fact of this kind, says they did meet, and parted
very coldly, a circumstance which, if true, gives us no very
favourable idea of the lady’s character. There is
also mention of a third letter written by him to the king, which
being entrusted to a perfidious officer of the name of Scott,
never reached its destination; but for this there is no
foundation. What seems most certain is, that in the Tower,
and not in the closet, he signed a paper, renouncing his
pretensions to the crown, the same which he afterwards delivered
on the scaffold; and that he was inclined to make this
declaration, not by any vain hope of life, but by his affection
for his children, whose situation he rightly judged would be
safer and better under the reigning monarch and his successors,
when it should be evident that they could no longer be
competitors for the throne.
Monmouth was very sincere in his religious professions, and it
is probable that a great portion of this sad day was passed in
devotion and religious discourse with the two prelates who had
been sent by his majesty to assist him in his spiritual
concerns. Turner, bishop of Ely, had been with him early in
the morning, and Kenn, bishop of Bath and Wells, was sent, upon
the refusal of a respite, to prepare him for the stroke, which it
was now irrevocably fixed he should suffer the ensuing day.
They stayed with him all night, and in the morning of the 15th
were joined by Dr. Hooper, afterwards, in the reign of Anne, made
bishop of Bath and Wells, and by Dr. Tennison, who succeeded
Tillotson in the see of Canterbury. This last divine is
stated by Burnet to have been most acceptable to the duke, and,
though he joined the others in some harsh expostulations, to have
done what the right reverend historian conceives to have been his
duty, in a softer and less peremptory manner. Certain it
is, that none of these holy men seem to have erred on the side of
compassion or complaisance to their illustrious penitent.
Besides endeavouring to convince him of the guilt of his
connection with his beloved lady Harriet, of which he could never
be brought to a due sense, they seem to have repeatedly teased
him with controversy, and to have been far more solicitous to
make him profess what they deemed the true creed of the Church of
England, than to soften or console his sorrows, or to help him to
that composure of mind so necessary for his situation. He
declared himself to be a member of their Church, but, they denied
that he could be so, unless he thoroughly believed the doctrine
of passive obedience and non-resistance. He repented
generally of his sins, and especially of his late enterprise, but
they insisted that he must repent of it in the way they
prescribed to him, that he must own it to have been a wicked
resistance to his lawful king, and a detestable act of
rebellion. Some historians have imputed this seemingly
cruel conduct to the king’s particular instructions, who
might be desirous of extracting, or rather extorting, from the
lips of his dying nephew such a confession as would be matter of
triumph to the royal cause. But the character of the two
prelates principally concerned, both for general uprightness and
sincerity as Church of England men, makes it more candid to
suppose that they did not act from motives of servile compliance,
but rather from an intemperate party zeal for the honour of their
Church, which they judged would be signally promoted if such a
man as Monmouth, after having throughout his life acted in
defiance of their favourite doctrine, could be brought in his
last moments to acknowledge it as a divine truth. It must
never be forgotten, if we would understand the history of this
period, that the truly orthodox members of our Church regarded
monarchy not as a human, but as a divine institution, and passive
obedience and non-resistance, not as political maxims, but as
articles of religion.
At ten o’clock on the 15th Monmouth proceeded in a
carriage of the lieutenant of the Tower to Tower Hill, the place
destined for his execution. The two bishops were in the
carriage with him, and one of them took that opportunity of
informing him that their controversial altercations were not yet
at an end, and that upon the scaffold he would again be pressed
for more explicit and satisfactory declarations of
repentance. When arrived at the bar which had been put up
for the purpose of keeping out the multitude, Monmouth descended
from the carriage, and mounted the scaffold, with a firm step,
attended by his spiritual assistants. The sheriffs and
executioners were already there. The concourse of
spectators was innumerable; and if we are to credit traditional
accounts, never was the general compassion more affectingly
expressed. The tears, sighs, and groans, which the first
sight of this heartrending spectacle produced, were soon
succeeded by a universal and awful silence; a respectful
attention and affectionate anxiety to hear every syllable that
should pass the lips of the sufferer. The duke began by
saying he should speak little; he came to die, and he should die
a Protestant of the Church of England. Here he was
interrupted by the assistants, and told, that if he was of the
Church of England, he must acknowledge the doctrine of
non-resistance to be true. In vain did he reply that if he
acknowledged the doctrine of the Church in general it included
all: they insisted he should own that doctrine, particularly with
respect to his case, and urged much more concerning their
favourite point, upon which, however, they obtained nothing but a
repetition in substance of former answers. He was then
proceeding to speak of Lady Harriet Wentworth, of his high esteem
for her, and of his confirmed opinion that their connection was
innocent in the sight of God, when Goslin, the sheriff, asked
him, with all the unfeeling bluntness of a vulgar mind, whether
he was ever married to her. The duke refusing to answer,
the same magistrate, in the like strain, though changing his
subject, said he hoped to have heard of his repentance for the
treason and bloodshed which had been committed; to which the
prisoner replied, with great mildness, that he died very
penitent. Here the Churchmen again interposed, and renewing
their demand of particular penitence and public acknowledgment
upon public affairs, Monmouth referred them to the following
paper, which he had signed that morning:
“I declare that the title of king was forced
upon me, and that it was very much contrary to my opinion when I
was proclaimed. For the satisfaction of the world, I do
declare that the late king told me he was never married to my
mother. Having declared this, I hope the king who is now
will not let my children suffer on this account. And to
this I put my hand this fifteenth day of July, 1685.
“Monmouth.”
There was nothing, they said, in that paper about resistance;
nor, though Monmouth, quite worn-out with their importunities,
said to one of them, in the most affecting manner, “I am to
die—pray my lord—I refer to my paper,” would
those men think it consistent with their duty to desist.
There were only a few words they desired on one point. The
substance of these applications on the one hand, and answers on
the other, was repeated over and over again, in a manner that
could not be believed, if the facts were not attested by the
signatures of the persons principally concerned. If the
duke, in declaring his sorrow for what had passed, used the word
invasion, “Give it the true name,” said they,
“and call it rebellion.” “What name you
please,” replied the mild-tempered Monmouth. He was
sure he was going to everlasting happiness, and considered the
serenity of his mind in his present circumstances as a certain
earnest of the favour of his Creator. His repentance, he
said, must be true, for he had no fear of dying; he should die
like a lamb. “Much may come from natural
courage,” was the unfeeling and stupid reply of one of the
assistants. Monmouth, with that modesty inseparable from
true bravery, denied that he was in general less fearful than
other men, maintaining that his present courage was owing to his
consciousness that God had forgiven him his past transgressions,
of all which generally he repented with all his soul.
At last the reverend assistants consented to join with him in
prayer, but no sooner were they risen from their kneeling posture
than they returned to their charge. Not satisfied with what
had passed, they exhorted him to a true and thorough
repentance. Would he not pray for the king, and send a
dutiful message to his majesty to recommend the duchess and his
children? “As you please,” was the reply;
“I pray for him and for all men.” He now spoke
to the executioner, desiring that he might have no cap over his
eyes, and began undressing. One would have thought that in
this last sad ceremony, the poor prisoner might have been
unmolested, and that the divines would have been satisfied that
prayer was the only part of their function for which their duty
now called upon them. They judged differently, and one of
them had the fortitude to request the duke, even in this stage of
the business, that he would address himself to the soldiers then
present, to tell them he stood a sad example of rebellion, and
entreat the people to be loyal and obedient to the king.
“I have said I will make no speeches,” repeated
Monmouth, in a tone more peremptory than he had before been
provoked to; “I will make no speeches. I come to
die.” “My lord, ten words will be
enough,” said the persevering divine; to which the duke
made no answer, but turning to the executioner, expressed a hope
that he would do his work better now than in the case of Lord
Russell. He then felt the axe, which he apprehended was not
sharp enough, but being assured that it was of proper sharpness
and weight, he laid down his head. In the meantime many
fervent ejaculations were used by the reverend assistants, who,
it must be observed, even in these moments of horror, showed
themselves not unmindful of the points upon which they had been
disputing, praying God to accept his imperfect and general
repentance.
The executioner now struck the blow, but so feebly or
unskilfully, that Monmouth, being but slightly wounded, lifted up
his head, and looked him in the face as if to upbraid him, but
said nothing. The two following strokes were as ineffectual
as the first, and the headsman, in a fit of horror, declared he
could not finish his work. The sheriffs threatened him; he
was forced again to make a further trial, and in two more strokes
separated the head from the body.
Thus fell, in the thirty-sixth year of his age, James, Duke of
Monmouth, a man against whom all that has been said by the most
inveterate enemies both to him and his party amounts to little
more than this, that he had not a mind equal to the situations in
which his ambition, at different times, engaged him to place
himself. But to judge him with candour, we must make great
allowances, not only for the temptations into which he was led by
the splendid prosperity of the earlier parts of his life, but
also for the adverse prejudices with which he was regarded by
almost all the contemporary writers, from whom his actions and
character are described. The Tories, of course, are
unfavourable to him; and even among the Whigs, there seems, in
many, a strong inclination to disparage him; some to excuse
themselves for not having joined him, others to make a display of
their exclusive attachment to their more successful leader, King
William. Burnet says of Monmouth, that he was gentle,
brave, and sincere: to these praises, from the united testimony
of all who knew him, we may add that of generosity; and surely
those qualities go a great way in making up the catalogue of all
that is amiable and estimable in human nature. One of the
most conspicuous features in his character seems to have been a
remarkable, and, as some think, a culpable degree of
flexibility. That such a disposition is preferable to its
opposite extreme, will be admitted by all who think that modesty,
even in excess, is more nearly allied to wisdom than conceit and
self-sufficiency. He who has attentively considered the
political, or, indeed, the general concerns of life, may possibly
go still further, and rank a willingness to be convinced, or in
some cases even without conviction, to concede our own opinion to
that of other men, among the principal ingredients in the
composition of practical wisdom. Monmouth had suffered this
flexibility, so laudable in many cases, to degenerate into a
habit which made him often follow the advice, or yield to the
entreaties, of persons whose characters by no means entitled them
to such deference. The sagacity of Shaftesbury, the honour
of Russell, the genius of Sydney, might, in the opinion of a
modest man, be safe and eligible guides. The partiality of
friendship, and the conviction of his firm attachment, might be
some excuse for his listening so much to Grey; but he never
could, at any period of his life, have mistaken Ferguson for an
honest man. There is reason to believe that the advice of
the two last-mentioned persons had great weight in persuading him
to the unjustifiable step of declaring himself king. But
far the most guilty act of this unfortunate man’s life was
his lending his name to the declaration which was published at
Lyme, and in this instance Ferguson, who penned the paper, was
both the adviser and the instrument. To accuse the king of
having burnt London, murdered Essex in the Tower, and, finally,
poisoned his brother, unsupported by evidence to substantiate
such dreadful charges, was calumny of the most atrocious kind;
but the guilt is still heightened, when we observe, that from no
conversation of Monmouth, nor, indeed, from any other
circumstance whatever, do we collect that he himself believed the
horrid accusations to be true. With regard to Essex’s
death in particular, the only one of the three charges which was
believed by any man of common sense, the late king was as much
implicated in the suspicion as James. That the latter
should have dared to be concerned in such an act, without the
privacy of his brother, was too absurd an imputation to be
attempted, even in the days of the popish plot. On the
other hand, it was certainly not the intention of the son to
brand his father as an assassin. It is too plain that, in
the instance of this declaration, Monmouth, with a facility
highly criminal, consented to set his name to whatever Ferguson
recommended as advantageous to the cause. Among the many
dreadful circumstances attending civil wars, perhaps there are
few more revolting to a good mind than the wicked calumnies with
which, in the heat of contention, men, otherwise men of honour,
have in all ages and countries permitted themselves to load their
adversaries. It is remarkable that there is no trace of the
divines who attended this unfortunate man having exhorted him to
a particular repentance of his manifesto, or having called for a
retraction or disavowal of the accusations contained in it.
They were so intent upon points more immediately connected with
orthodoxy of faith, that they omitted pressing their penitent to
the only declaration by which he could make any satisfactory
atonement to those whom he had injured.