THE TRIUMPH OF FACTION
Just as peace had been cemented amongst his enemies, in preparation for a
final attack, Clarendon was struck by a heavy blow of domestic
bereavement. Throughout all the vicissitudes of his life, amidst the
hardships of exile, and in the still heavier anxieties that surrounded his
later years of seeming prosperity, Clarendon had ever found in his family
a centre of affection, and a source of consolation—broken only for a
season when his eldest daughter was raised, by her marriage with the Duke,
to a position which Clarendon knew well involved danger, both for her and
for himself. His wife had proved an affectionate helpmate, and it is to
her credit that in these Court circles which jealousy had rendered
vigilant of any trace of scandal, and keen to note any assumption of
arrogance, the wife of the Chancellor provoked the attacks of no enemies,
and managed to elude the wrangles and bickerings of the Palace. In the
summer of 1667, after a brief illness, she who had been his life's
companion was taken from him, when, deprived of all his early friends, he
was most in need of the comfort of a loving heart. Belonging, by birth, to
the higher grade of the squirearchy, Lady Clarendon had married in her own
rank, with every promise of all the comfort and dignity of honoured
station, and in the first years had enjoyed a rare felicity of happy
wedded life. When the career of politics absorbed her husband, she
submitted without murmur to the interruption of that happiness, and in
after years, without repining, she accepted the burden of the breaking up
of her home, long years of anxiety, and the trials and privations of
exile. She carried her later elevation to high rank without pride or
ostentation. She does not lose her right to our respect because she earned
what the Greek historian pronounces to be woman's highest glory, the least
noisy echo either of praise or blame. That helpmate he lost just at the
moment when all the forces of factious bitterness, of meanness, and of
ingratitude, were preparing to vent their venom upon him.
The loss fell upon one already sorely tried by long and painful illness,
against which he fought with courageous manliness. He was well aware that
the weight of ill-will was rapidly accumulating against him. He had
opposed the summoning of Parliament for the purpose of securing supplies
to meet the exigencies of the war, on the ground that such anticipation of
the day fixed for the resumption of its business was illegal. The
expedient he had contemplated was a temporary loan, and this had been
easily twisted, by the perverseness of his enemies, into a suggestion of
raising funds without the consent of Parliament, in order to maintain a
standing army. His advice had been set aside, and Parliament had been
summoned for July 25th. But peace had already been secured, and immediate
supply was no longer necessary. The King prorogued Parliament on July
29th, but not before the House had passed a resolution against a standing
army. This abrupt dismissal of Parliament, when its presence was no longer
called for, inflamed the anger against Clarendon. Those who had hoped to
find an opportunity of pressing home their attack upon him in Parliament
were indignant at the loss of this opportunity. Even the moderate men
desired an explanation, and wished to be relieved of suspicions that
arbitrary taxation was once more to be attempted. Those who were
scandalized by the proceedings of the Court were prepared to make their
anger felt, and had no mind to be silenced. The country members had
trooped to Westminster from all parts of England, when long journeys were
no easy matter. They returned home in no pleasant humour, grudging at once
the expense which they had borne, and the muzzling to which they were
subjected; [Footnote: See Pepys' Diary, under July 29,1667.] and
the murmuring all fell upon Clarendon's devoted head. It was just as it
grew most threatening that his wife's death plunged him into mourning.
"Within a few days after his wife's death, the King vouchsafed to come to
his house to condole with him, and used many gracious expressions to him."
[Footnote: Life, iii. 282.] When Charles had a scheme on foot that was
peculiarly shabby or selfish, he knew how to conceal his intention under a
gracious manner. The limit of his patience to suffer Clarendon's
scoldings, or of his power to resist the pressure of his boon companions,
was nearly reached; but he could yet hope that a solution might be found
that would save any vexatious upbraidings. Clarendon might surely be
persuaded to retire, and the peace of the Court would not then be broken
by these troublesome wranglings. Less than a fortnight afterwards, the
Duke of York was made the bearer of an astounding message. The King, he
told Clarendon, had asked after him, and had been told by the Duke that
"he was the most disconsolate man he ever saw;" that not only was he
grieved for the loss of his wife, but that he feared he had lost the
favour of his master, who seemed of late to have "withdrawn his
countenance from him." Charles had made an evasive answer; but on a later
day he explained himself more fully to the Duke. He knew, he said, from
sure information that the Chancellor was "very odious" to the Parliament,
and that at its next meeting an impeachment would certainly be moved. "Not
only had he opposed them in all those things upon which they had set their
hearts, but he had proposed and advised their dissolution." For the good
of his Majesty's service, and for his own preservation, it was
imperatively necessary that he should deliver up the seal. He might choose
himself what should be the manner of doing so—whether it should be done
personally, or through an intermediary. The Duke did not deny the danger,
but he lamented the resolution of the King.
Clarendon was profoundly astonished. That the plainness of his criticism
and advice had come to irritate the King, and that a persistent plotting
against his influence was on foot, could hardly have been news to him.
Strong as were his reasons for distrusting Charles, he can hardly have
failed to have measured the depths of his dissimulation, or to have
realized his readiness to yield to pressure. But his confidence in his own
rectitude made him bold. He refused to believe that the majority of the
House distrusted him, or that his enemies had that commanding influence
which they claimed in order to intimidate the King. He was confident that,
be their malice what it might, the Parliament was not of their mind. In
that belief he demanded to speak with the King, before he delivered up the
seal. He could not, indeed, go to the King, as gout disabled him, and the
usages of the day did not permit of his being seen abroad so soon after
the death of his wife; but the Duke did not doubt that he could prevail
with the King to do as he had often done before, and come to Clarendon
House. That hope was not fulfilled; the King declined to visit Clarendon,
but was prepared to see him at Whitehall.
It may well be doubted whether Clarendon would not have served his own
cause better, and that with no injury to public interests, had he complied
with the request. His health was now broken; the phalanx of his enemies
was overwhelmingly strong; and even had he been allowed to breast the
storm for a few years more, and had he found that courageous support which
it was not in Charles's nature to give, in maintaining the fight, he must
have carried on his work in the face of increasing petulance on the part
of his master, and increasing bitterness of venom from his enemies. The
hopes that had inspired him, when he saw the Restoration accomplished, had
long vanished; it could have been with only a shadow of his old courage
that he would still have continued to guide the ship of the State. Charles
was shrewd enough in judging the temper of the nation, and could form a
good estimate of the force of the opposition; and there is no reason to
think that he was wrong in supposing that a timely surrender would have
saved his Minister from anything more than the loss of office—a loss to
which Clarendon would not have attached much importance. The very fact
that his enemies were obnoxious to the darts of scandal, and that the
nation was watching them jealously; the very probability that many would
have resented the fall of a Minister who had notoriously fought against
the flagrant indecencies of the Court—these were additional reasons why
Arlington and his faction would have been content with the removal of the
object of their hatred, and would perhaps have foregone further
persecution. Clarendon's voluntary retirement, upon the private suggestion
conveyed from the King, might have saved him from the hardships that
darkened his closing years, and might have prevented his feeling, in its
full force, the poison of the King's ingratitude.
But we must remember other considerations that could not be absent from
Clarendon's mind. History had not yet many instances to show of a Minister
who had fallen from high place, and yet was suffered to lead a private
life in peace. It was just a quarter of a century since Essex had used the
menacing words in regard to Strafford, "Stone-dead hath no fellow."
Arlington's ill-gotten influence might have felt itself threatened, if an
ex-Chancellor with Clarendon's unrivalled prestige had been ready to
permit his mansion in Piccadilly to be the resort of all who sought to
form a powerful parliamentary opposition. The instinct of self-
preservation may well have suggested to Clarendon that there might be few
steps between his abdication and the Tower and scaffold. But still more,
the central principles of his life forbade Clarendon to desert his post.
He might not infrequently be prejudiced; he certainly was often sternly
obstinate; he took too little account of the views of other men, and
failed to adapt himself to the changed circumstances of the day. But
never, in all his career, did he compromise with his duty, or give way to
threats of personal danger. Adversity and he had long been familiar, and
it may be doubted whether he would not have preferred to accept those few
last years of banishment, rather than have yielded one jot of his own
relentless resolution, or given occasion to his enemies to boast that they
had made him shrink before them. We may doubt the wisdom of his decision;
we cannot refuse our homage to his undaunted courage.
But the breach between the King and the Chancellor, and Clarendon's
threatened fall, were already the theme of Court gossip. The Duchess
learned that his resignation had been demanded, and she, with his old
friend Archbishop Sheldon, and the Duke of Albemarle, joined in
remonstrating with the King in no measured terms. Other lesser persons
followed their example, and Charles soon found that the change was not to
be carried out without seriously impinging on his own cherished ease. He
protested that he sought nothing but Clarendon's safety, and that he had
believed from what he had heard "of the extreme agony the Chancellor was
in upon the death of his wife, that he had himself desired to be dismissed
from his office." Albemarle was sent to require Clarendon's presence at
Whitehall, and seems both to have believed, and to have desired, that what
was but a passing misunderstanding might be easily arranged. The
interview, at which the Duke of York was present, took place upon August
26th. Charles received him graciously and protested his sense of his high
services, and his earnest desire to preserve him from the malice of his
enemies. He did not scruple to add that he "had verily believed" that the
demand for his resignation "had his own consent and desire." He had
fancied that his brother concurred, however much he now protested. It is
not impossible to believe that James may have found it convenient not to
speak in exactly the same tone to his father-in-law and to his brother.
But apart from all mistakes as to personal feeling, the King was positive
not only as to the intention of impeachment, but that the fate of
Strafford would be the probable result for Clarendon, if he did not yield
to the storm. If he did so yield, Charles was confident that he could
preserve him, and that he could in this way best provide for his own
business. He added a consideration which really gave the lie to what he
had just said. "He was sorry that the business had taken so much air, and
was so publicly spoken of, that he knew not how to change his purpose." He
had surely a better reason for not changing his purpose, if he was
persuaded that no change could be made without hazard to the Chancellor's
life.
Clarendon's reply to Charles's shuffling was firm and dignified. He had no
desire that the King should change his resolution. But he would not suffer
it to be believed that his delivery of the seal was his own willing act.
"He should not think himself a gentleman, if he were willing to depart,
and withdraw himself from office, in a time when he thought his Majesty
would have need of all honest men." Neither was he ready to acknowledge
that the deprivation was "in order to do him good." It was "the greatest
ruin he could undergo," and instead of saving him, it would deliver him, a
discredited man, to the malice and vengeance of his enemies. His last
declaration was the most scornful of all.
"He renounced his Majesty's protection or interposition towards his
preservation. He feared no censure, if his Majesty should reveal all that
he had counselled him in secret. If any one could charge him with a crime,
he was ready to undergo the punishment."
Such words as these are strange, to be uttered by a falling Minister to
his King, when that King is trying to cloak his own meanness by a pretence
of a single-minded desire to save that Minister; they would be stranger
still if they had been used by a man conscious of any guilt. But Clarendon
did not stop there; he turned the tables fiercely upon the King.
"He doubted very much that the throwing off an old servant who had served
the Crown in some trust near thirty years (who had the honour by the
command of his blessed father, who had left good evidence of the esteem he
had of his fidelity, to wait upon his Majesty when he went out of the
kingdom, and, by the great blessing of God, had the honour to return with
him again; which no other counsellor alive could say), on a sudden,
without any suggestion of a crime, nay, with a declaration of innocence,
would call his Majesty's justice and good nature into question."
Charles had pretended to be working for his servant's safety, and in
accordance with what he thought that he desired. That servant brushes
aside his subterfuges, renounces his protection, and plainly tells him
that the course he proposes to follow will stamp him as an ungrateful
master, and drive every honest man to abandon his service. No wonder that
the King seemed "very much troubled." He pleaded the power of Parliament,
and how he was "at their mercy." Clarendon could only advise him not to
act the coward. He had a warning in the fate of Richard II. of what faint-
heartedness in a King might bring. In his last thrust Clarendon forgot—as
he himself admits—the bounds of prudence. "In the warmth of this relation,
he found a seasonable opportunity to mention the Lady with some
reflections and cautions, which he might more advisedly have declined."
The close of his final interview was perhaps an ill-chosen moment for
wounding the King's pride by another reference to the foul-mouthed
termagant, who now swayed the Court, and trampled on her royal lover with
the usual insolence of the pampered courtesan.
The visit of the King and the Duke to Clarendon's chamber at Whitehall,
where the interview took place, lasted two hours, and at its end the King
rose in silence and retired ill-pleased. Meantime the tongues of the Court
gossips were busy. When the conference closed, the garden was filled with
a crowd of courtiers, eager to watch the countenance of the King. As the
Chancellor left the presence of his master, "the Lady, the Lord Arlington,
and Mr. May, [Footnote: Bab May, the Keeper of the Privy Purse, and
minister to Charles's pleasures. See ante, p. 244.] looked together
out of her open window with great gaiety and triumph, which all people
observed." The fallen Minister could spare a moment's attention, to mark
the dramatic fitness of the scene. [Footnote: Clarendon, Life, iii. 291.
Pepys gives us the scene with more detail (Diary, August 27). "Mr.
Pierce, the surgeon, tells me how this business of my Lord Chancellor's
was certainly designed in my Lady Castlemaine's chamber; and that, when he
went from the King on Monday morning, she was in bed, though about twelve
o'clock, and ran out in her smock into her aviary looking into Whitehall
Garden; and thither her woman brought her her nightgown; and stood joying
herself at the old man's going away; and several of the gallants of
Whitehall, of which there were many staying to see the Chancellor's
return, did talk to her in her bird cage; amongst others Blancfort (the
Marquis de Blanquefort), telling her she was the bird of Paradise."]
Two or three days passed, during which the plot ripened amidst the gossip
of the quidnuncs. To those of his more sober-minded counsellors, who spoke
for the Chancellor, the King professed much kindness for him, but "he had
made himself odious to the Parliament, and was no more capable to do him
service." The Lady, Arlington, and Bab May still honoured him by their
fervent denunciation, and by their sure prediction of his speedy fall.
Evelyn visited him the day after his interview with the King, and "found
him in his bedchamber, very sad." "He had enemies at Court," Evelyn goes
on, "especially the buffoons and ladies of pleasure, because he had
thwarted some of them and stood in their way; I could name some of them."
The next day Evelyn dined with him, and found him "pretty well in heart,
though now many of his friends and sycophants abandoned him." Clarendon
knew the world too well to be surprised or grieved by such abandonment, or
to allow it to affect his fortitude.
The Duke of York, none of the most adroit or persuasive of advocates,
still stood his friend, and endeavoured to bend the purpose of the King.
Sir William Coventry, always—although afterwards he disclaimed it to
Pepys—one of the most pronounced of Clarendon's enemies, found it
necessary to resign his post of secretary to the Duke, and the place was
filled by one whom Clarendon suggested. It may be doubted whether the
change was meant as more than an outward sign to Clarendon that he still
retained his son-in-law's respect. The fight between his friends and
enemies still proceeded apace. When the Duke of York attempted to stem the
tide against him, Charles only replied, "that he had gone too far to
retire; that he should be looked on as a child if he receded from his
purpose." Selfishness and love of ease blunted Charles's judgment; they
did not interfere with that obstinacy which was a dominant trait in the
family character. Only two days later he took the decisive step, and sent
Secretary Morrice with a warrant under the sign manual, to demand the
seal.[Footnote: The seal was entrusted to Sir Orlando Bridgeman, as Lord
Keeper.] The Chancellor delivered it "with all expressions of duty to the
King." If Charles felt the stings of conscience for his sorry action, he
could comfort himself with the congratulations of the Court pandar, Bab
May. That worthy fell upon his knees, kissed the King's hand, and told him
"that he was now King, which he had never been before." [Footnote: See
Pepys, Diary, November 11, 1667.] It was an odd change, from the
dignified loyalty of Clarendon to the fulsome flattery of Bab May. Even
the scanty pride that had survived in one degraded by sottish debauchery
might have been nauseated by the contrast.
Clarendon was mistaken if he thought that compliance with the King's
request had either satisfied the rancour of his enemies, or secured for
him the King's support. At first he hoped the storm was over, and after an
interval sufficient to show that he was conscious of no guilt, and sought
to hide himself from no inquiry, he intended to retire to the country, and
live as a private gentleman. He had no fear either of Parliament or of his
countrymen, and was ready to abide their question. He heard that the King
dreaded his assumption of the part of leader of a Parliamentary
opposition, and hastened to assure him that he had no such intention. His
friends still resorted to his house, and those who respected themselves
declined, at the bidding of an ignoble clique, to lessen the signs of
their respect for him. The King had not courage enough to forbid such
demonstrations; but at the instigation of his new confidants he sulked and
uttered vague hints, to which Clarendon's enemies gave open and more
definite utterance. They had secured the cordial alliance of Buckingham,
by persuading him that Clarendon had been at the root of his recent
prosecution. Thus reinforced they resolved to make their vengeance more
complete.
The King had induced Clarendon to yield, as the only means by which the
wrath of Parliament could be stayed, and that had undoubtedly been the
pretext put forward to the King by Arlington, and those who acted with
him. But now they went further. So long as Clarendon remained at liberty,
they dreaded his influence, and persuaded the King that he would spread
suspicion and disaffection, and would obstruct every design of the
Government. Charles was weak enough to believe a slander, which no one who
has studied Clarendon's life and character can for one moment accept, and
which Clarendon himself had expressly repudiated. When the Duke of York
expostulated, Charles shuffled and prevaricated after his wont. "All might
have been quiet, if only the Chancellor had been more practicable; but he
had delayed so long, that now the King was compelled 'in the vindication
of his honour,' to give some reason for what he had done." Those who
praised the Chancellor so loudly were reflecting upon himself. But if he
were freed from these inconvenient demonstrations, the Chancellor would
not suffer, and he would use his sons as kindly as ever, Charles was not
rancorous, but his gleams of good nature only mark his cowardice more
strongly.
In his Speech at the opening of Parliament on October loth, the King
attempted to smooth matters over. "There had been miscarriages;" but he
"had altered his counsels;" "what had been done amiss had been by the
advice of the person whom he had removed from his counsels, and with whom
he should not hereafter advise." No man ever betrayed a faithful servant
with more consummate self-abasement.
The House was asked by some to thank the King "for removing the
Chancellor," but it was thought premature to do so, and a committee was
appointed to draft a reply. The King—so Clarendon's enemies represented—
was offended by the omission, and the Court party pressed for a specific
vote, which should endorse his action in the dismissal. That was carried
after a keen debate, and by similar Court action it was pushed through the
House of Lords. The Duke remonstrated, but was told by the King "that it
should go the worse for the Chancellor if his friends opposed." We need
not be surprised that Charles doubled the weakness of the coward by the
allied blustering of the bully.
Again the King thought that he had satisfied the rancour of Clarendon's
enemies, and had vindicated sufficiently the petty jealousy which he
himself still felt at the memory of the Chancellor's sway. But he soon
found that he had to satisfy more exigent taskmasters. Clarendon's power,
they urged, was only scotched, not killed. His influence would soon be
supreme, and "he would come to the House with more credit to do mischief."
Grounds of accusation were greedily sought for, and readily supplied,
[Footnote: Briefly stated, these were—
1. That the Chancellor had advised the King to dissolve the Parliament and
said there could be no further need of Parliaments. That it would be best
for the King to raise a standing army, and govern by that.
2. That he had reported that the King was a Papist in his heart.
3. That he had advised the grant of a Charter to the Canary Company for
which he had received great sums of money.
4. That he had raised great sums of money by the sale of offices.
5. That he had introduced an arbitrary government into his Majesty's
several plantations.
6. That he had issued quo warrantos against most corporations till
they paid him good sums of money.
7. That he received large sums for the settlement of Ireland.
8. That he had deluded the King, and betrayed the nation in all foreign
treaties.
9. That he had farmed the customs at under rates, in return for money.
10. That he had received bribes from the Vintners, to free them from
penalties due.
11. That he had raised a great state, and got grants of Crown lands.
12. That he had advised the sale of Dunkirk.
13. That he had caused letters under the great seal to be altered.
14. That he had arbitrarily raised questions of titles to land.
15. That he had been the author of the fatal counsel of dividing the fleet
in June, 1666.
16. That he had been in correspondence with Cromwell during the King's
exile.] and these contrivances soon resulted in a violent harangue from
Edward Seymour, who now made himself conspicuous in the attack upon the
fallen Minister. It is not easy to trace the special source of Seymour's
violence, but we can find sufficient to account for it in the character of
the man himself. He was of illustrious descent, as the head of the great
house of Seymour; [Footnote: Seymour was the direct representative of the
great Duke of Somerset, the Lord Protector; but the Dukedom had, by
special remainder, passed to a younger son, over the head of Edward
Seymour's ancestor. "You are of the family of the Duke of Somerset," said
William III. when he was first presented. "Pardon me, Sire," answered
Seymour, "the Duke of Somerset is of my family." ] possessed of abundant
wealth, and unbounded territorial interest in the west. But his birth and
wealth were accompanied by overweening pride and ambition, and by a
restlessness of rancorous temper that made him for more than a generation
a thorn in the side of every successive Government. With high ability, he
combined the character of a selfish voluptuary; and although possessed of
great wealth, his support was always to be bought by the offer of a place,
and he did not disdain the malpractices of a cozener in his eagerness to
increase his store. After serving as Speaker, he remained in the
Parliament, over which he had presided, as a captious and unruly partisan,
forgetting alike dignity and honour in his factious virulence. Such was
the spokesman chosen by Clarendon's enemies to frame the indictment. It
was enough for Seymour that the task seemed likely to gratify his own
ambition. His pride of birth and station no doubt gave a zest to the
attack upon one who had raised himself from the smaller squirearchy to the
place of foremost Minister. The Chancellor, he avowed vaguely, had
designed to govern by a standing army. Seymour swore that he would produce
ample proofs, and meantime he urged that a charge of treason should be
laid against Clarendon in the House of Lords. The wiser spirits, and those
who preserved some regard for the decencies of justice, refused to assent
to a course so flagrantly illegal, upon the unsupported clamour of an
arrogant youth.
After protracted debate a committee was appointed to examine precedents in
cases of impeachment. On October 29th, it presented its report, and
another keen debate ensued. Some argued that they should prefer a general
impeachment, without adducing any special charge; others, like Maynard,
argued that "common fame is no ground to accuse a man where matter of fact
is not clear; to say an evil is done, and therefore this man hath done it,
is strange in morality, more in logic." As a result, another committee was
appointed to reduce the charge against the Chancellor into heads; and that
committee then formulated their charges in seventeen heads. Again a debate
ensued upon these charges. They were discussed seriatim, and the
sixteenth head was reached without one being found to involve a charge of
treason.
But the zealots had now gone too far to turn back. Another of the band,
conspicuous for his profligacy even in a Court of libertines, Lord
Vaughan, the son of the Earl of Carbery, [Footnote: With bitterness, which
is perhaps pardonable, Clarendon gives him a line of unflattering
portraiture: "A person of as ill a face as fame, his looks and his manners
both extreme bad" (Clarendon, Life, iii. 317).] undertook to prove
another charge. The Chancellor, he avowed, had discovered the King's
secrets to the enemy. He was prepared to prove it, and, to stimulate the
virulence of those who were bent on Clarendon's ruin, Vaughan passed the
whisper along the benches, that this was in truth the source of the King's
anger against him. Charles, it would seem, had dissembled the cause of his
own jealousy to his Minister; he was content that it should be suggested
as a new incentive to that Minister's foes. Opposition was trampled upon,
and, with unseemly haste, on November 12th, Seymour was sent to the House
of Lords to impeach the Earl of Clarendon at the bar, and to desire that
his person be secured.
A new stage in the fight now began. The House of Lords, weak as, in
Clarendon's opinion, it had often been in yielding to the encroachments of
the Commons, yet contained many members who were not prepared to abandon
the very semblance of justice, and of dignified procedure, either at the
bidding of a Court clique, or before the unseemly rancour of a party in
the House of Commons. They urged that the demand of the Commons should be
peremptorily refused, and they maintained their ground so firmly before
the blustering of those who were ready not only to commit, but to convict,
the Chancellor, in obedience to the dominant faction, that the debate was
perforce adjourned. The delay continued, and the dispute raged fiercely.
To the persecution of the Chancellor there was now added the additional
zest of a struggle between the two Houses, All business was suspended
while the fight went on. The angry clique saw all their schemes
threatened, the King found his cherished ease disturbed; by some means or
other the wrangle must cease. To those who refused to bend to the storm,
hints were conveyed that they were incurring the anger of the King.
Desperate plans were discussed; and if other means failed, a guard of
soldiers might be sent to arrest the Chancellor and convey him to the
Tower. How far Charles was privy to these designs, it is impossible to
say. Reverence for the law would be no potent motive either to him, or to
the gang who had for the moment secured his confidence.
His friends urged Clarendon to make his escape. They saw the danger
increasing, and they guessed that no ill-timed interruption would be
placed in his way. Such an escape would relieve the King of a vexing
situation, and would satisfy those enemies who might, by means of it,
effectually destroy his reputation and his influence. An escape would
doubtless have been construed as an evidence of guilt; but to give way to
the malignity of his persecutors would at least have been better than
life-long imprisonment, or death upon Tower Hill. To yield to such advice
was not in keeping with Clarendon's character. He was eager to stand his
trial. Rightly or wrongly, he did unquestionably feel absolute confidence
in the support of his countrymen at large. Even were he proved to have
been mistaken, and were the power of his enemies greater than he reckoned,
he was yet ready to bear the consequences so long as his good name was
secure. Were he to fly, he would abase his pride before his foes, and
would give just ground for impugning his innocence. Nay, more, how could
he trust that he would not be captured at the first attempt to escape? It
might only be a trap laid by his enemies, who would bring him to trial
with that frustrated attempt as their securest evidence of his guilt.
Rumours were rife of the King's growing irritation, of the specific
charges to be preferred, of the proposed constitution of the commission by
which he was to be tried. The Duke of York, still faithful to the
Chancellor's cause, resolved to seek an explanation from the King. He
asked if his Majesty was determined either to have the Chancellor's life,
or his condemnation to perpetual imprisonment. Charles repudiated with his
usual facility, either idea, and swore that he wished the matter were
ended. Had the Chancellor, asked the Duke, ever proposed to govern by an
army? "Never," answered the King; "on the contrary, his fault was that he
always insisted too much upon the law." The Duke asked again, if he might
say as much to others. "With all my heart," said the King.
The statement of the King was creditable, and gave hopes to Clarendon's
friends. But when the words were repeated, they were found to be
disheartening to the conspirators, who thereupon carried their complaints
to the King. "They had tried to serve him, and now knew not how to behave
themselves." Their weapons would be gone, if the King indulged in such
inconvenient candour. The messenger was repudiated by the King with just
as much readiness as he had shown in giving his original assurances. The
Duke remonstrated, and the King's only answer was "that he would be more
careful hereafter what he said to him." The Duke might surely have learned
that the King's candid truths were often uttered only to be repudiated
when convenient.
Once more the petty scandals of licentious intrigue obtrude themselves at
the most critical juncture of a grave historic drama. In no transaction
where Charles was concerned could such sordid details be long absent. The
King's fancy had shortly before been attracted by a new denizen of the
"Lady's" drawing room, and he had become so infatuated with the charms of
Miss Stuart, [Footnote: Frances Teresa Stuart, born in 1648, was the
daughter of Dr. Walter Stuart, a cadet of the House of Blantyre. Her
father, an ardent Royalist, fled from the vengeance of Parliament, and
Frances was brought up at Paris, where her beauty and peculiar charm
attracted even royal attention. When she joined the household of Queen
Catherine in England, her loveliness captivated all hearts, and stirred
the fire of passion even in such a jaded voluptuary as the King. Her
subtle combination of virgin simplicity and adroit prudence only inflamed
him the more. For once he was consumed by an ardent love, and tortured by
a real jealousy. Hence his anger at the runaway match and all concerned in
it.
Frances Stuart steered her course with safety through many quicksands, and
died, not without honour, in 1702.] that he had seriously contemplated a
divorce, which might enable him to offer her those terms of lawful
marriage which could alone overcome her stubborn virtue, or her ambitious
prudence. Whether any such designs were actually entertained or not, the
amorous hopes of the King were speedily disappointed by the lady's
marriage with the Duke of Richmond. The royal lover was ignominiously
defeated in the only sort of rivalry which seriously touched him, and the
pride of the jaded voluptuary was more easily wounded than the honour of
the King. His vanity was ruffled, and nothing was easier for Clarendon's
enemies than to inspire Charles with the belief that his Chancellor had
arranged the marriage as the best means of stopping his licentious freak.
The story was absolutely untrue; but the certainty that it had been
conveyed to the King [Footnote: An accidental meeting of the King with
Clarendon's eldest son, Lord Cornbury, at the door of Miss Stuart's
lodging, contributed, it is said, to the King's belief of the Chancellor's
agency in the matter. Ludlow can have had no personal knowledge of the
circumstances. But he does not scruple to describe the marriage as a
contrivance of Clarendon, "that old Volpone." Volpone was a character in
one of Ben Jonson's plays.] induced Clarendon to write to Charles a letter
which might well have stirred remorse even in a heart as hardened by
selfishness as his—
"MAY IT PLEASE YOUR MAJESTY,
"I am so broken under the daily insupportable instances of your Majesty's
terrible displeasure, that I know not what to do, hardly what to wish. The
crimes which are objected against me, however passionately soever pursued,
and with circumstances very unusual, do not in the least degree fright me.
God knows I am innocent in every particular as I ought to be; and I hope
your Majesty knows enough of me to believe that I had never a violent
appetite for money that could corrupt me. But, alas! your Majesty's
declared anger and indignation deprives me of the comfort and support even
in my own innocence, and exposes me to the rage and fury of those who have
some excuse for being my enemies; whom I have sometimes displeased, when
(and only then) your Majesty believed them not to be your friends. I hope
they may be changed, I am sure I am not, but have the same duty, passion,
and affection for you that I had when you thought it most unquestionable,
and which was and is as great as ever man had for any mortal creature. I
should die in peace (and truly I do heartily wish that God Almighty would
free you from further trouble, by taking me to Himself) if I could know or
guess at the ground of your believing that I have said or done somewhat, I
have neither said nor done. If it be for anything my Lord Berkeley hath
reported, which I know he hath said to many, though being charged with it
by me he did as positively disclaim it; I am as innocent in that whole
affair, and gave no more advice or counsel or countenance in it, than the
child that is not born; which your Majesty seemed once to believe, when I
took notice to you of the report, and when you considered how totally I
was a stranger to the persons mentioned, to either of whom I never spake a
word, or received message from either in my life. And this I protest to
your Majesty is true, as I have hope in Heaven; and that I have never
wilfully offended your Majesty in my life, and do upon my knees beg your
pardon for any overbold or saucy expressions I have ever used to you;
which, being a natural disease in old servants who have received too much
countenance, I am sure hath always proceeded from the zeal and warmth of
the most sincere affection and duty.
"I hope your Majesty believes, that the sharp chastisement I have received
from the best natured and most bountiful master in the world, and whose
kindness alone made my condition these many years supportable, hath enough
mortified me as to this world; and that I have not the presumption or the
madness to imagine or desire ever to be admitted to any employment or
trust again. But I do most humbly beseech your Majesty, by the memory of
your father, who recommended me to you with some testimony, and by your
own gracious reflection upon some one service I may have performed in my
life, that hath been acceptable to you; that you will by your royal power
and interposition put a stop to this severe prosecution against me, and
that my concernment may give no longer interruption to the great affairs
of the Kingdom; but that I may spend the small remainder of my life, which
cannot hold long, in some parts beyond the seas, never to return, where I
will pray for your Majesty, and never suffer the least diminution in the
duty and obedience of,
"May it please your Majesty,
"Your Majesty's most humble and most obedient subject and servant,
"CLARENDON.
"From my house this 16th of November."
To our ears these words have something of exaggerated humility; as a fact
they only clothe in the formal language of the day, that overflowing and
sincere loyalty which Clarendon wore on a background of indomitable pride.
That pride was so fundamental, that the high-sounding adulation is made
almost more palpable by the evident restraint which he places upon his
underlying indignation. His love for the King was honestly felt; but it
was the fruit only of long past memories, of the tenderest associations of
his life, of his profound reverence for his first master. He scarcely even
recognized how utter was his contempt for the man himself, as he now was,
with all his vulgar licentiousness, all his superficial good nature, all
his essential selfishness and cynicism. Clarendon himself would have been
surprised had he known how much of that contempt he had unconsciously
revealed, by an occasional phrase, or a half-perceptible stroke of
sarcasm. The effect of the letter was plain enough, and it conveyed a
covert defiance from the fallen Minister, both to his faithless master and
to his triumphant foes. "Withdraw your charges, and I shall free you of my
presence, conscious of my own innocence; but do not expect that I shall
slip away like a scared criminal to avoid the consequences of my guilt, or
that your cowardly hints have power to move me."
Charles was free to accept the letter as a passionate appeal from a loyal
servant to all that there was of self-respect and honour in his breast. If
he so accepted it, he acted as only the boundless selfishness of cynicism
could have suggested. He read the letter, held it over a candle until it
was consumed, and then calmly said that he wondered that the Chancellor
did not withdraw himself. But, indeed, we can scarcely doubt that the King
was astute enough to see that the letter was, in truth, a note of
defiance. If he was to play the craven, Charles was bid to play it in the
light of day. To such a master of shuffling and evasion, the clear-sighted
determination which made Clarendon insist upon a point of form in
demanding an open order to depart, and which compelled his refusal to
allow a triumph to his foes, might well seem incomprehensible. The result
was only that Clarendon was besieged with new suggestions that he should
escape, by a flight which it was more than hinted would be connived at.
Charles's unkingly task was to bring about by hint and stratagem, what he
was not man enough to prescribe by order. He satisfied Clarendon's enemies
by openly proclaiming his anger at the Chancellor's delays; he kept up a
pretence of compunction to Clarendon's friends, and begged them to
persuade him how wise and prudent flight would be.
Herbert Croft, now Bishop of Hereford, was one of the emissaries of the
King. [Footnote: Croft belonged to a Roman Catholic family of some
importance. He had first been educated at St. Omer's, although afterwards
he was admitted to the Anglican Church, and became an object of Laud's
special patronage. This naturally secured to him the favour of Clarendon,
and, as a fact, Clarendon informs us that he had placed Croft under heavy
obligations. But the friendship had not continued. In later years Croft
showed latitudinarian tendencies in his writings, which may have been
apparent in his conversation at an earlier date, and may well have
alienated Clarendon. The fact, however, that Croft belonged to a family of
high rank and large possessions may still more probably have induced him
to feel jealous of the quick rise of the more plebeian Edward Hyde, and
may have bred ill-will between them.] He was no pleasing agent to
Clarendon. He was not churchman only, but also an aristocrat, of great
wealth, whose jealousy of Clarendon's newly acquired rank had made him,
like Seymour, keen to reduce the pride of one whom he deemed an upstart,
and led him to show ingratitude for Clarendon's early patronage. He sought
an interview with the Chancellor, through Clarendon's early and trusted
friend, George Morley, now Bishop of Winchester. He explained his mission
with all the awkwardness of one who had a double part to play. "He had
good authority for what he had to say." But he shunned any mention of the
King's name, until his more candid brother, the Bishop of Winchester,
blurted out, to Croft's annoyance, his previous confession to the Bishop
that he came by the orders of the King. He could not contradict the other,
but could only repeat that he could not be so mad as to interpose without
authority. The Chancellor was meant to infer the truth, but he was to have
no express assurance of it. All Croft could say was "that if Clarendon
would withdraw himself beyond the seas, he would pledge 'his own
salvation,' that no interruption to his journey would be given."
The Chancellor was inconveniently deaf to innuendoes. If he had the
commands of the King, or clear evidence that the King desired it, he would
face even the discredit of retreat. Without such orders or such assurance,
he would consult his own honour, and abide the issue. Clarendon was
determined to play only with the cards upon the table. Croft fell back
upon his former subterfuge, and at length it was agreed that Clarendon
should have a pass under the royal warrant which would ensure him against
misconstruction. So the interview ended.
But he had not sounded the depths of Charles's cowardice. Word came that
the King could not grant the pass; it would incense the Parliament; he
could not face the risk that he asked his aged and discarded servant to
run. Clarendon held to his former resolution. He would not obey even his
sovereign in a trick. His decision may have been stubborn and ill-advised;
it was at least courageous. His friends vainly sought to bend his will.
Ruvigny, the new French ambassador, who had come to deal with Clarendon as
first Minister, in his master's affairs, and had soon discerned his
altered situation, sent word to him of the intrigues he found at Court,
and advised his withdrawal to France, where he would find a ready welcome.
Clarendon remained immovable; and all the bluster of enemies, like
Seymour, who swore that the mob would wreak their vengeance on Clarendon's
adherents, failed to crush hia will. With a pardonable triumph, Clarendon
tells us how he scorned to take a mean advantage which offered itself
against his adversaries. Arlington had made many enemies by his insolence,
and Coventry was deeply involved in charges of malversation in dealing
with the monies of the navy, and in selling offices in the Admiralty.
Clarendon's friends urged him to divert the storm from himself by
betraying the misdeeds of these his foes. The suggestion was made in vain.
"No provocation," he declared, "should dispose him to do anything which
would not become him." These men were Privy Councillors, and of what he
saw amiss in them, he could inform the King. It was no business of his to
protect his own innocence by counter charges. He would leave them to their
fate. He would neither cower before the storm, nor divert it by spreading
scandal against others.
It seemed as if the deadlock between the two Houses, and the tortuous
twistings of the King and the angry faction that had acquired his
confidence, had come to an insoluble entanglement.
The knot was at length loosed by the Duke of York's intervention. James
had now recovered from an attack of small-pox, which had temporarily laid
him aside, and he received the personal commands of the King to "advise
the Chancellor to be gone." The Duke had no alternative but to convey this
message, through the Bishop of Winchester, to Clarendon. The King had
yielded to Clarendon's terms, so far as to send, through his brother, what
was next to a personal order. Hyde, however reluctant, had no alternative
but to obey. On the night of November 29th, he took coach, with two
servants only. A boat was ready for him at Erith, and he there embarked.
He had a stormy passage, which lasted three days and nights, and, sorely
against his will, as he knew the evil construction that would arise from
his resting on French soil, he was compelled to land at Calais.
When the Chancellor left, he deemed it right in the interests of his own
honour, to leave a letter of explanation, which was read to the House of
Lords by the Earl of Denbigh. [Footnote: An early friendship, long
interrupted by estrangement during the Civil War, perhaps accounted for
Clarendon's choice of an intermediary. Basil Feilding, in age a
contemporary of Clarendon, was the son of William Feilding, whose marriage
to the sister of the first Duke of Buckingham had procured him advancement
at Court and high rank in the peerage as Earl of Denbigh. That Earl had
joined the Royalist forces, and died of wounds received in battle in 1643.
His son had, in 1628, been called to the House of Lords as Lord Feilding;
but for some reason, in spite of his antecedents, and the strong
remonstrances of his family, he joined the side of the Parliament, and
became one of their leading commanders. When Commissioner at Uxbridge, in
1645, he renewed his old intercourse with Hyde, who formed a high estimate
of his abilities, and Denbigh explained to Hyde his desire to get rid of
his present allies, and do something for the royal cause. "If any
conjunction fell out," he said, "in which by losing his life he might
preserve the King, he would embrace the occasion, otherwise he would shift
the best he could for himself" (Hist. of Rebellion, viii. 246). He
was one of several peers whose pride was wounded, and whose resentment
against Parliament was aroused, by the injury to their own order. He took
no part in the King's trial, and gradually withdrew from the Parliamentary
side. In 1660, he managed to prove himself of sufficient use to the
Royalists, to secure indemnity, and a certain degree of favour. He
retained enough of his former reputation as an ally of Parliament to be
characterized by Ludlow as "a generous man, and a lover of his country."]
It grieved him, he said, that he should be the cause of difference between
the two Houses, and of obstruction to the business of the King. It was his
misfortune to stand accused of two charges, neither of which had any
foundation: that he had enriched himself wrongfully, and that he had been
sole and chief Minister, and was thus responsible for all miscarriages. As
to the first, he could only avow that he had received nothing, except by
the bounty of the King, beyond the lawful perquisites of his office, as
regulated by the traditions of the best holders of that office. For no
courtesies or favours, of which he had been the medium, had he ever
received as much as five pounds. He was now more than £20,000 in debt,
and, when his debts were paid, his estate was not worth two thousand a
year. All that he possessed did not amount to what the King in his bounty
had granted him—the gift of £20,000 when he first came over; £6000 from
the Crown estates in Ireland, and a yearly allowance to supplement the
scanty profits of his office. As Minister, he had only shared power and
responsibility with others; and it was notorious that, after the dismissal
of Secretary Nicholas, his influence had been greatly diminished. The new
appointments to the Privy Council had been, none of them, given to his
intimates, and many of them had gone to his most implacable enemies. As
for the mischief of the war, it had been undertaken against his earnest
advice, and his efforts to negotiate alliances, and to introduce order
into the conduct of the war, had been thwarted by the very men who now
charged him with the results of their own misdeeds. The conduct of foreign
affairs rested, not with him, but with the secretaries: and so far from
having been sole Minister, his advice had, of recent years especially,
been often opposed, solely because it was his. The storm now raised
against him was due only to his having discharged his duty without fear or
favour. He closes with these dignified words—
"This being my present condition, I do most humbly beseech your lordships
to retain a favourable opinion of me, and to believe me to be innocent
from those foul aspersions, until the contrary shall be proved: which I am
sure can never be by any man worthy to be believed. And since the
distemper of the time, and the difference between the two Houses in the
present debate, with the power and malice of my enemies, who give out that
I shall prevail with his Majesty to prorogue or dissolve this Parliament
in displeasure, and threaten to expose me to the rage and fury of the
people, may make me looked upon as the cause which obstructs the King's
service, and the unity and peace of the kingdom; I humbly beseech your
lordships, that I may not forfeit your favour and protection, by
withdrawing myself from so powerful a persecution, in hopes I may be able,
by such withdrawing, hereafter to appear and make my defence, when his
Majesty's justice, to which I shall always submit, may not be obstructed
or controlled by the power and malice of those who have sworn my
destruction."
Not now only, but in the later years of his lonely banishment, Clarendon's
unbending courage saved him from despair, and he continued to hope for
brighter days. [Footnote: In his preface to his commentary on the Psalms,
addressed to his children, in 1670, he still hopes "that I shall yet
outlive this storm."] But he underrated the rancour and the twistings of
his enemies. The very men who had used every device to force him to
retire, and who knew that he was at Calais, now hypocritically urged that
the ports should be stopped, and pretended to be eager for his
apprehension. The Commons urged that he should be committed, in absence,
on the general charge of treason. The Lords declined to accede to their
request, and, in impotent revenge, the Commons resolved that his apology
should be publicly burned by the hangman. In this innocuous resolution the
Lords were persuaded to concur.
From Calais Clarendon addressed the following memorable letter to the
University of Oxford:—
"GOOD MR. VICE-CHANCELLOR,
"Having found it necessary to transport myself out of England, and not
knowing when it will please God that I shall return again, it becomes me
to take care that the University may not be without the service of a
person better able to be of use to them, than I am like to be. And I do
therefore hereby surrender the office of Chancellor into the hands of the
said University, to the end that they may make choice of some other person
better qualified to assist and protect them than I am. I am sure he can
never be more affectionate towards it. I desire you as the last suit I am
like to make to you, to believe that I do not fly my country for guilt,
and how passionately soever I am pursued, that I have not done anything to
make the University ashamed of me, or to repent the good opinion they once
had of me. And though I must have no further mention in your public
devotions, which I have always exceedingly valued, I hope I shall always
be remembered in your private prayers, as, good Mr. Chancellor,
"Yours, etc., "CLARENDON. "Calais, Dec. 17, 1667."
Archbishop Sheldon, his life-long friend, was elected as his successor.
Clarendon stayed on at Calais, at a loss where he should turn. He knew the
suspicions which he might arouse, if he resorted to Paris, and meanwhile
wrote to the Earl of St. Albans, and desired to know whether he might
proceed to Rouen. The Earl of St. Albans acted as the representative of
the Queen Dowager, [Footnote: To whom he was generally believed to be
married.] and from her Clarendon could scarcely expect a cordial welcome.
St. Albans' reply was cold, but Clarendon learned both from him, and from
the Minister Louvois, that he had full permission to proceed to Rouen. At
first he received all courteous attention from the representatives of the
French Court. His only desire was to reach some mild climate before the
rigour of winter, which he was in no condition to sustain, should set in.
With all proper respect and escort, he passed on to Boulogne; from thence
to Montreuil, and next day to Abbeville. On Christmas Eve he reached
Dieppe, within a day's journey of Rouen. The gates of Dieppe were opened
at an unusually early hour next morning, at his request, to allow him to
begin that journey betimes. But, before he reached Rouen, a change had
come in his treatment by the French authorities. As he approached the
halting-place about noon, he was stopped by a gentleman on horseback, who
inquired whether "the Chancellor of England was in the coach," and, on
learning that he was, presented to him a letter from the French King,
desiring him to follow the directions which the bearer would give him.
These were, that his presence in France might occasion a breach between
the Crowns; that he was to make what speed he could to quit the dominions
of the king; and the bearer was to escort him, for his accommodation,
until he saw him out of France.
Clarendon was sorely perplexed by this unexpected message, which was
explained by the negotiations now on foot between the French and English
Crowns. It was with difficulty that he persuaded his appointed escort to
accompany him to Rouen, rather than return to Dieppe, which the escort
would have preferred as the shortest way out of France. The journey to
Rouen was a hard one, and the Chancellor was bruised by repeated
overturnings of the coach. He was in no state to make forced journeys, and
begged time to write to Paris, and ask for less stringent orders. With
difficulty this small concession was obtained. But the reply from the
French Court only brought more peremptory orders to expedite his
departure. His health was now grievously broken. The severity of the
weather, the rapidity of his journeys under the most trying conditions,
above all, the anxieties and perplexities of his position, had brought on
an aggravated attack of the gout, and he was unable either to stand or
walk. Again he pleaded for that delay and consideration which even the
most meagre courtesy and the barest humanity regard as the prerogative of
the sick. He had no wish to linger on the inhospitable soil of France, and
desired only to reach Avignon, so that he might be beyond the King's
boundary; but he begged at least to be allowed to rest at Orleans. The
reply was barbarous in its peremptoriness. "His Majesty was much
displeased that he had not made more haste; if he chose to pass to
Avignon, he might rest one day in ten, which was all his Majesty would
allow."
Meanwhile the virulence of his enemies at home was as relentless as the
barbarity of the French Court. The party which still adhered to him in
both houses was sufficiently large to be formidable to his opponents, who
could only feel themselves secure by his perpetual banishment. On the
pretext that he had fled from justice, a Bill of Banishment was passed
through both Houses, by which he was pronounced incapable of returning to
the country unless he surrendered before February 1st. It might have been
thought that it transcended even the bounds of Charles's shifty cowardice,
to give his assent to a Bill which imposed a punishment on his late
Minister, solely because he had done what the King commanded him to do.
But even to this depth the King descended. It was in vain that the Duke of
York urged that it was the King's own order that betrayed Clarendon into
making that escape from which his own judgment was so averse. Charles
could only plead "that the condescension was necessary for his own good,"
and that he must compound with those who would else press for worse.
Charles shared in that fantastic pride of his family that often betrayed
them to their fall; in him it was united with a depth of abasement to
which only the selfish libertine could descend. What is strangest of all
is, that a man guilty of such meanness should yet have attracted to
himself such wealth of generous loyalty.
When the news arrived that the Bill of Banishment had received the King's
assent, Clarendon resolved to make all haste back to England, before the
appointed day. All thought of Avignon was abandoned, and, at the risk of
his life, he pushed on to Calais. There he arrived on the last day of
January, a broken, and, it might well appear, a dying man. He was carried
helpless to bed, and there lay unable even to read the letters from
England, and incapable of thought and of speech. Even the wretched
emissary of the French Court, Le Fonde, was fain to leave him for a few
days, on what seemed to be his death-bed; but fresh orders compelled him
again to undertake the irksome task of harrying the sick-bed of a dying
man. "He must leave town next day; a few hours would carry him into
Spanish territory."
Clarendon's old heat of temper burst out once more. The conversation was
in Latin, and the Chancellor's sick brain did not at once supply him with
sufficient store of classical phrases to express his wrath. At last he
told the Court emissary "that he must bring orders from God Almighty, as
well as from the King, before he could obey." The struggle still went on:
on the one side, the unlucky envoy of the Court was compelled to pursue
his degrading persecution; on the other hand, Clarendon and his physicians
urged the murderous cruelty of the King's orders. At length, in a last
burst of passion, he told the King's messenger that, though the King was a
great and powerful prince, he was not yet so omnipotent as to make a dying
man strong enough to undertake a journey. The King might send him a
prisoner to England, or carry his dead body into Spanish territory; but he
would not be the author of his own death by undertaking a journey which
was beyond his powers. Le Fonde was left to do his best to reconcile the
ruthless orders of his master with Clarendon's resolute appeal to a power
higher than that of kings.
But of a sudden the scene changed. The negotiations between England and
France had failed, and the French Court no longer found themselves
compelled to sacrifice courtesy, and even humanity, in order to conciliate
a hopeful alliance. They had harassed Clarendon to please the English
Court; they were now to pay him every courtesy in order to show their
carelessness of English interests. The French Government had, perhaps,
found that a common hatred of Clarendon was not an enduring bond amongst
his enemies, and that the new administration of England rested on no very
secure foundation. A letter now reached him from the French Minister,
announcing that nothing was further from his Christian Majesty's wish than
in any way to endanger his health. All France was open to him, and the
King's subjects would have orders to pay him all honour. Le Fonde rejoiced
at this relief from a thankless task. He came now to say that he was to
attend the Chancellor, only to receive his orders.
This happy alteration relieved Clarendon of his worst anxieties. He was no
longer a hunted fugitive, but an honoured guest. The rancour of his
enemies in England, however bitter, had now spent its force, and he could
despise it. His sons still held their places at Court. His household now
attended him, and the savage provisions of the Act of Banishment no longer
prevented the easy passage of correspondence between Clarendon and his
family and friends.
He was still grievously ill, and for six weeks more be was confined to
bed. But as his health recovered he determined still to pass to Avignon,
by way of Rouen, and to take a course of the waters of Bourbon on the way.
He was not prepared to place undue trust in the new-found courtesy of the
French Court.
It was on April 3rd, 1668, that he was strong enough to begin his journey.
We are again reminded of the hardships of travel in the France of the
Grand Monarch, when we read of repeated overturnings of his coach, and of
perils both by land and water that pursued the poor Chancellor, even under
the careful escort of attentive Court messengers. It was not till April
23rd that he left Rouen, and the stay for the next day was at Evreux,
where he had a most untoward experience. It chanced that a company of
English sailors, who appear to have been serving as a mercenary troop of
artillery in the French army, heard of the Chancellor's arrival. The
drunken crowd got out of hand, and vague memories of the naval pay of
which they had been bilked prompted them to take vengeance for old arrears
upon the luckless Chancellor, whom they deemed responsible for all the
misdeeds of the Admiralty. Old echoes of "Dunkirk House," and the ill-
gotten gains of Ministers who fattened on the plunder of poor men, were
doubtless ringing in their muddled heads.
It would be absurd to attribute any political meaning to the incident, or
to suppose that it had any connivance from the French Government. The inn
where Clarendon alighted was attacked by the riotous mob. The local
magistrates were incapable of dealing with the riot, and were perplexed as
to the limits of their jurisdiction. Clarendon's attendants made what
defence they could, and Le Fonde, his former persecutor, and now his
courteous escort, received a dangerous wound in his defence. It was like
to go hard with the Chancellor himself. At the beginning of the fray, he
was struck a violent blow on the head with the flat of a broadsword. The
rioters used him with great violence, rifled his pockets and his baggage,
and dragged him into the courtyard to dispatch him with their swords. Not
a moment too soon, the commanding officer of the English sailors, with
some magistrates and a guard, broke into the inn, and rescued Clarendon,
when he seemed at the point of death. It looked as if his troubles were
not over; the magistrates were ready to fight upon the question of their
own jurisdiction, and would allow no one else to show that vigour of
resistance to the rioters of which they were themselves incapable. It was
only on Le Fonde's vigorous remonstrance, and his threats of the royal
vengeance on their remissness, that proper steps were taken for the safety
of the company. The Chancellor and his attendants obtained lodgings in the
neighbouring castle of the Duc de Bouillon. Having escaped from the perils
of the mob, Clarendon had to resist the equally dangerous designs of the
French physicians, who wished to perform the operation of trepanning. With
what haste he might, he pressed on to Bourbon, and, after some stay there,
he reached Avignon in June, Such satisfaction as he could find, in the
exemplary punishment of the rioters and in the gracious apologies of the
King, was readily accorded by his hosts of France.
At Avignon he reached a haven of refuge, where he might rest from the
troubled experiences of the year that was past. It had, indeed, been one
of trial sufficient to test the staunchest courage. Within little more
than twelve months, he had lost his oldest and most trusted colleague,
Lord Southampton. His home had been made desolate by the death of his
wife. He had seen the growing boldness of his enemies, had detected their
ruthlessness in falsehood and in knavery, and had found that his loyalty
to the Crown was to go for nothing, and that his trust in the honour of
the King was based on no sound foundation. Against his own judgment, he
had resigned the seal, in order that the King's business might prosper,
and that the bitterness of his enemies might be assuaged. When he had been
persuaded to resign, he had found that his resignation was to be a new
ground of triumph for his enemies, and that it was a foothold for a new
attack. By the threat of prosecution they strove to drive him to fly, and
when he refused to yield to their threats, they contrived to make the King
the agent in their knavish schemes, and procured from him the peremptory
message which made Clarendon quit the field. No sooner was he gone, than
the very flight which they had contrived was made the ground of new
accusations, and he was sentenced to perpetual banishment for avoiding a
trial for which no summons had been issued, no indictment laid, no
commitment made. Stricken down by illness, he could not meet their
challenge by the date enjoined, and the beginning of February found him a
proscribed exile, a persecuted fugitive, hounded from post to post, a
stricken invalid, longing for the release of death. A few weeks brought
some relief at least to the stout spirit that had borne so much. His
enemies at home had sped their last bolt, and were fast becoming absorbed
in their own sordid quarrels. The French King had abandoned the barbarity
of which his own servants were ashamed, and addressed the honoured exile
in terms of gracious and almost fulsome courtesy. That exile reached the
haven of Avignon, to be received there not only without any of the
annoyance of suspicious espionage, but with all the courtesies that could
be paid to an honoured guest. The Vice-Legate and the Archbishop vied with
one another in the formal stateliness of their reception. The consuls and
the magistrates attended him with all ceremony, and paid him their service
in a Latin oration. The Court of St. James's might reject him, but the
high functionaries of European diplomacy accorded to him all that tribute
of respect which was due to the man who had shaped the policy of the
restored English monarchy, and had raised the standard of English
statesmanship. Clarendon was not too proud to feel his sense of self-
complacency flattered by such homage, and we like him none the less
because he allows his satisfaction to appear.
Thus closes the political career which we have endeavoured to trace from
its first beginnings, through the period of long and arduous struggle,
amidst the clouds of exile and poverty, and once more in the full sun of a
triumphant restoration, largely contrived by his wisdom, and dominated by
his guiding hand. We have seen the disappointments that marred that
triumph, and the ignoble stain that smirched the ideal of a restored
monarchy which he had formed. We have seen how, one by one, his cherished
aims had been defeated, and how a King, the slave of selfish libertinism,
and a Court, the scene of gross debauchery and undisguised corruption, had
tempted him to despair of England. We have seen how high he bore himself
amidst the degraded crew, and how boldly he attacked the scandals of the
Court, and rebuked the craven self-indulgence of the King. We have marked
how the various factions that felt uneasy under his sway, gradually
coalesced into a rancorous opposition, that knew no bounds in the meanness
of their intrigues, and in the barefaced falsehood of their accusations.
We have seen how the King stooped to be their instrument, and allowed
himself to be the tool of their deceptions. Clarendon became an exile,
and, after a brief period of inhuman persecution from a false view of
diplomatic expediency, he received the homage of European Powers, as an
honoured guest. In honouring him, they showed what they thought of England
under the Cabal. Of what England lost in Clarendon, we can allow the
sordid history that followed his fall to afford a sufficiently sure and
graphic indication.
It is no part of Clarendon's biography to linger over the revolting
details of that disgraceful time. Even in Clarendon's day, the King had
lamentably failed to maintain his dignity or to discharge his task. His
life now outraged all decency, and his Court fell below the standard of
the common bagnio. His prime favourite and his chief Minister was
Buckingham, stained by every crime, at once coward and bully, haughty in
his arrogant insolence, and yet stooping to intrigues that would have
disgraced the veriest rogue from the hulks. In the course of what seems to
have been rather a riotous brawl, than an honourable duel—a brawl in
which seconds as well as principals took part, and in which more than one
life was lost—the King's First Minister killed Lord Shrewsbury, the
husband of his paramour. The town was filled with the scandal, but by the
personal influence of the King, it was withdrawn from the courts of law.
Buckhurst and Sedley, the chosen associates of the King in his notorious
bouts of drunken debauchery, roused disgust by a freak of sickening
lewdness; the only result was the committal to prison, by the order of the
Lord Chief Justice, and at the behest of the King, of the constable who
interfered with the indecent escapade. We have a proof of the change that
had come since Clarendon's controlling hand had gone, when we remember
that some three years before, the same Buckhurst, for a similar outbreak
of indecency, was rated in terms of scornful rebuke by the King's Bench
Judges, and was bound over to good behaviour by a bond of £5000. The
King's harem was augmented by a flower-girl, who had attracted attention
on the stage, and was the discarded mistress of two of the King's
associates. Clarendon lamented what he had seen, as a sad lapse from
dignity, a grievous fall from the ideals that he had hoped for. What
followed was nothing but a carnival of mad obscenity. Samuel Pepys was no
squeamish critic; but even he was moved to some earnestness of indignation
at the foul orgies in which Charles and his new associates indulged, in
shameless publicity. As was natural, such advisers were no careful
guardians of Parliamentary or popular liberty. What attention could be
spared from debauchery was given to degrading compacts by which the King
was to be the submissive pensioner of Louis; to plans for thwarting the
prerogative of Parliament; to secret intrigues for subverting the
Protestant religion. If the cost to England of his fall was to be measured
by the depth of dishonour, and the flagrantly treasonable plots, of those
who followed him, Clarendon was triumphantly vindicated, and his wrongs
were amply avenged.
In spite of the cordiality of his reception, Clarendon did not find
Avignon a desirable residence in the heat of summer. The streets had an
ill savour "by the multitude of dyers and of silk manufactures, and the
worse smell of the Jews," and he presently moved on to Montpelier, where
he made a lengthened stay. His reception was as courteous as before, and
this he ascribed to the good offices of Lord and Lady Mordaunt, old
friends whom he recommends to the good offices of his children. "When any
English came thither," he tells us, "none forbore to pay respect to the
Chancellor"; and, with a certain pride, he records how Sir Richard
Temple's refusal to visit Clarendon caused "a general aversion towards
him," so that he was compelled to quit the town, where "he left behind him
the reputation of a very vain, humorous, and sordid person." The good
Chancellor was not above the human capacity of a very cordial hatred, or
the inclination to feel piqued at a failure of kindly courtesy.
He was now at ease, and in peace of mind. His health, although undermined
by long and painful illness, was sufficiently restored to enable him to
indulge his old habits of intellectual activity. "It pleased God in a
short time, after some recollections, and upon his entire confidence in
Him, to restore him to that serenity of mind, and resignation of himself
to the disposal and good pleasure of God, that they who conversed most
with him could not discover the least murmur of impatience in him, or any
unevenness in his conversations." Clarendon is none the less lovable,
because a good conscience preserved for him his old self-complacency. His
studies were again renewed. He made himself master of the French language
so far as the reading of its literature was concerned. The power of
speaking the language he, like many another, found "many inconveniences
in." He made a competent progress also in Italian.
But his chief work was the preparation of his defences against the
seventeen clauses of the charges formulated against him in the Commons.
These were so extravagant that his accusers never sought to make them the
foundation of an indictment, and he had little difficulty in showing their
baselessness, and how much they contradicted the clearest features of his
policy, and the most notorious evidence as to his acts. The Vindication
carefully avoided anything that reflected on the King, and he left it to
his children, to whom it was conveyed by Lord and Lady Mordaunt, to choose
their own time for making it public. He was careful not to prejudice that
position at Court which they still owed to Charles's sense of justice.
His serenity was disturbed only by two lingering apprehensions. The first
was the insufficiency of his means to maintain the establishment which his
crippled health rendered necessary. For that he could only trust the
affection and piety of his children, who, he doubted not, would do their
best to transmit to him, from their estates or his own, enough to secure
the decencies of life in a foreign land. The other more serious
apprehension was the fear that the machination of his enemies might still
have power to prejudice the French Court against him. He saw enough to
know that that Court still viewed his presence on French soil with some
nervousness. He could only soothe his anxieties by his trust in
Providence, and by the company of his books. "God blessed him very much in
this composure and retreat."
He did not spare himself in his reflections on what had been amiss in his
own conduct. "There was nothing of which he was so ashamed, as he was of
the vast expense he had made in the building of his house." He could only
excuse, but not justify it. This is an old topic of accusation, to which
we have already alluded, but we may revert to it once again. Since the
Restoration, Clarendon had commanded little leisure to find a suitable
house, and had moved frequently from one to another. At first he had
resided at Dorset House, in Fleet Street, once occupied by Bacon, and
formerly the town house of the Bishop of Salisbury. From there he went to
Worcester House, [Footnote: The residence of the Marquis of Worcester
(previously Lord Glamorgan), and used by Cromwell during the Commonwealth]
for which he paid the large rent of £500 a year. After the Fire, he moved
to Berkshire House, in St. James (on the site of the present Bridgewater
House), which became known as Cleveland House when adopted as the
residence of Lady Castlemaine, then Duchess of Cleveland, in 1668. York
House, Twickenham, was assigned to him after the marriage of his daughter
to the Duke of York, and there the Princess, afterwards Queen Anne, was
born. It was only after many changes that he ventured, in the full tide of
his prosperity, and with the encouragement of the King, to provide a house
of his own; but his ignorance of architecture—and probably also his
absorption in weightier affairs—made him the victim of the architect,
[Footnote: The architect was Pratt. The house was built during Clarendon's
absence from London in the Plague year, when Parliament sat at Oxford.]
who estimated the cost at less than one-third of what it came to, which
was £50,000. He found himself not only involved in debt, but the mark of
envious scandal for the pride and ostentation of his dwelling. Yet when
its sale was proposed to him "he remained so infatuated with the delight
he had enjoyed, that, though he was deprived of it, he hearkened very
unwillingly to the advice." A lingering hope remained that he might still
live there, in all the pride of a restored good name. A weakness so
confessed may readily be forgiven. The harm it did was only to his own
estate. [Footnote: Evelyn, as we have seen (ante, p. 254) had
praised the house more guardedly than Pepys, but in a letter to Lord
Cornbury (Jan. 20, 1665/6) he speaks of it with perhaps courteous excess
of admiration. "Let me speak ingenuously," he says: "I went with
prejudice, and a critical spirit, incident to those who fancy they know
anything in art. I acknowledge to your Lordship that I have never seen a
nobler pile…. It is, without hyperbolies, the best contrived, the most
useful, graceful, and magnificent house in England." He enters into the
details of the building, and concludes thus: "May that great and
illustrious person, whose large and ample heart has honoured his country
with so glorious a structure, and by an example worthy of himself, showed
our nobility how they ought indeed to build, and value their qualities,
live many long years to enjoy it; and when he shall be passed to that
upper building, not made with hands, may his posterity (as you, my lord)
inherit his goodness, this palace, and all other circumstances of his
grandeur, to consummate their felicity."
Evelyn may best be allowed to tell of the passing of Clarendon's
architectural glory. It is in the Diary for September 18, 1683.
"After dinner I walked to survey the sad demolition of Clarendon House,
that costly and only sumptuous palace of the late Lord Chancellor Hyde,
where I have often been so cheerful with him, and sometimes so sad;
happening to make him a visit but the day before he fled from the angry
Parliament, accusing him of maladministration, and being envious at his
grandeur, who, from a private lawyer, came to be father-in-law to the Duke
of York, and, as some would suggest, designing his Majesty's marriage with
the Infanta of Portugal, not apt to breed; to this they imputed much of
our unhappiness, and that he being sole Minister and favourite at his
Majesty's restoration, neglected to gratify the King's suffering party,
preferring those who were the cause of our troubles. But perhaps as many
of those things were injuriously laid to his charge, so he kept the
Government far steadier than it has since proved. I could name some who, I
think, contributed greatly to his ruin, the buffoons and the misses, to
whom he was an eye-sore. 'Tis true he was of a jolly temper after the old
English fashion; but France had now the ascendant, and we were become
quite another nation. The Chancellor gone, and dying in exile, the Earl
his successor sold that which cost £50,000 building to the young Duke of
Albemarle for £25,000, to pay debts which how contracted remains yet a
mystery, his son being no way a prodigal…. However it were, this stately
palace is decreed to ruin, to support the prodigious waste the Duke of
Albemarle had made of his estate since the old man died. He sold it to the
highest bidder, and it fell to certain rich bankers and mechanics, who
gave for it and the ground about it £35,000; they design a new town as it
were, and a most magnificent piazza…. See the vicissitudes of earthly
things!"
In June of the following year Evelyn found streets and buildings—Bond
Street and Albemarle Street—encroaching on the beauty of the site. The
fall of Clarendon House had tempted Lady Berkeley to turn her gardens into
squares, and she actually realized the then amazing amount of £1000 a year
"in mere ground rents"! "To such a mad intemperance has this age come of
building about a city by far too disproportionate already to the nation."
If Evelyn's ghost still haunts the scene, what are its reflections now?]
At the date of his banishment, Clarendon was not an old man, as age is
generally reckoned. He had not yet reached the age of sixty years, which
finds many men in possession of their full powers. But ill health,
anxiety, long years of hardship and incessant labour, had combined to make
him prematurely old. For a time, indeed, it seemed as if he could only
survive his fall by a few weeks or months, and as if his work were to
finish when he left his country for the last time. But his indomitable
energy, and the brave spirit that sustained him, brought back first a
tolerable measure of good health; then serenity of mind; and, lastly, that
industry which opened to him, in the reading and in the making of books, a
new world from which all the sordid pettiness, and the infinite
annoyances, of the political arena were banished. There is but little more
to tell of that strenuous life, which had seen so much of storm and
tempest, varied by gleams of sunshine, and, above all, illuminated by an
imagination so rich, and by an historic sense so gorgeous and so inspiring
to a man whose life was spent in making history. From what his pen has
left us, from that incomparable history where the scenes in which he had
played so great a part, and the actors amongst whom he had moved, are
portrayed with such dramatic force, we can easily picture to ourselves how
vivid were Clarendon's memories, and how richly the days of his retirement
were peopled with the thoughts of what had been. The respect paid to him,
the homage accorded to his great achievements and his great name, were not
merely soothing to his personal vanity—they served to bring him closer to
those historic scenes in which he had moved. He had still the invaluable
treasures of industry and hope. He could still add to that which he would
leave to his world; he could still hope that he might see his country, and
be honoured as of old by his countrymen. We must accept Clarendon as
nature made him. For him life was a large stage, on which he must act his
part with dignity. Like Ulysses, he "was a part of all that he had known";
he could not rest from effort; if he could not act great deeds, he could
still wield his pen in stately eloquence.
It was, he tells, the third of the retreats from a life of trouble and
vexation, which Heaven had granted him, and which he reckoned amongst his
choicest blessings. After the storms of the Civil War, he had one such
retreat at Jersey, when the Prince had, much against his advice, left for
France. In that first retreat he had gained much. He learned to know
himself better, and other men more truly. His youth had been engaged in
company and conversation, and in the full tide of early success at the
bar, followed by absorption in the turmoil of politics, he had moved on
the quick current, and had not had leisure for contemplation, or for
studying the ways of men. His early life had been one "of ease and
pleasure and too much idleness"; it was only the instinct of association
with men whom he could respect, that preserved him from "any notable
scandal," and made him live, as he naively tells us, at least
"caute, if not caste." Too much idleness he had exchanged for
too much business. The retreat at Jersey had come just when it was well
"to compose those affections and allay those passions, which, in the
warmth of perpetual actions, and chafed by continual contradictions, had
need of rest, and cool and deliberate cogitations." He learned "how blind
a surveyor he had been of the inclinations and affections of the heart of
man," and how warily he must walk who would avoid the pitfalls of human
intercourse.
The next retreat came during the two years of his Embassy in Spain. It
gave him a respite from the petty, but none the less rancorous, bickerings
of the exiled Court. It offered him a new period of intercourse with his
books. It opened a new world to him in the intricacies of European
diplomacy. Above all, it allowed him once again to renew that spirit of
fervent religious devotion, which always served as the background of his
busy life.
Now, in this the third of his retreats, spent and wearied, and, as it
might seem, baffled, he could find consolation in the opportunity of once
more adding to his intellectual stores, enriching his bequest to the
world, and amplifying the proud record which should serve as his
vindication to posterity. In his "Devotions on the Psalms," in his replies
to Cressy and to Hobbes, in a crowd of miscellaneous essays on those
general ethical topics which were suited to the taste of that day, and
have proved singularly ill-adapted to the taste of our own; above all, in
the completion of his great History of the Rebellion, with which he
incorporated his autobiography, Clarendon found abundant employment for
his crowded leisure.
He remained at Montpelier until June, 1671, and thereafter resided at
Moulins, until the spring of 1674. He had the comfort of abundant friends,
of frequent correspondence, and of occasional visits from his sons, Lord
Cornbury, and Lawrence Hyde. [Footnote: Lawrence Hyde is always referred
to as "Lory" in his father's correspondence. He became Earl of Rochester.]
The management of his property, so far as he could carry it out in exile,
was a source of some annoyance, but doubtless also helped to keep alive
his hope of a return to his country and his home. We have no details of
his life in exile. We only know enough to show that it was one of no
listless indolence, no craven depression, and no vain repining. Clarendon
died, as he had lived, with energy unconquered, with hope unabated, still
clinging to all that made human life more noble in action, more stately in
its ordering, more lofty in its ideals. Alike by temperament, by training,
by all that had roused his enthusiastic devotion, and attracted his
passionate loyalty, and by the moulding of a long experience of struggle
and of suffering, he was apt to frame these ideals on the historic records
of the past. It was not his to strike out daring enterprises or to
initiate sweeping reforms. He built upon the associations that had been
handed down to him. But the memory of his achievements, marred and blurred
as these were by sordid surroundings, ignoble intrigues, and the
disappointments that tried his loyalty, was none the less precious; nor
was the inheritance of his literary accomplishment the less valuable. Can
England point to one who at once filled a larger part in her history, and
left a more enduring monument in the annals of her literature?
Vexations still came to him in these closing years of exile. He had the
bitter mortification of learning, on evidence which he strove to think was
not fully proved, that his daughter had betrayed the traditions of his
house and of his teaching, and had been persuaded to accept those
doctrines of the Roman Catholic Church, which he held to be false to the
truth, and dangerous to the welfare of his country. In dignified words, he
strove to turn her from that error with all the weight of a father's
authority, which her exalted position as the wife of the Heir Presumptive
did not, in his view, weaken or control; but he heard of her death on
March 3lst, 1671, in the thirty-fourth year of her age, as the avowed
adherent of a Church of which he had all his life been a convinced
opponent. In June, 1671, through his son Lawrence, then returning from a
visit to Moulins, he addressed a letter to the King, beseeching him, in
memory of all his tried service and his devoted loyalty, to allow that he
should return to die in his own country. In August, 1674, he again
addressed the King, the Queen, and the Duke of York, in words of still
more earnest entreaty.
"Seven years," he wrote to the Queen, in asking her aid, "was a time
prescribed and limited by God Himself for the expiration of some of his
greatest judgments, and it is full that time since I have with all
possible humility, sustained the insupportable weight of the King's
displeasure, so that I cannot be blamed if I employ the short breath that
is remaining in me, in all manner of supplication, which may contribute to
the lessening this burthen that is so heavy upon me. I do not presume to
hope ever to be admitted to your Majesty's presence. Though I have all
imaginable duty, I have no ambition, and only pray for leave to die in my
own country amongst my own children, which I hope his Majesty will at some
time vouchsafe to grant."
"It is now full seven years," he wrote to the King, "since I have been
deprived of your Majesty's favour, with some circumstances of
mortification which have never been exercised towards any other man, and
therefore I may hope from your good nature and justice, that a severity
which you have never practised upon any other man for half the time, may
be diminished in some degree towards me."
He prays "that you will at least signify your consent that I may return to
beg my bread in England, and to die amongst my own children." In terms as
strong and moving he besought the mediation of the Duke of York. But these
appeals, which might have touched the heart of the sternest tyrant, fell
dead upon the selfish cynicism of Charles, deaf at once to the calls of
honour, and to the gratitude due to unswerving loyalty. They met with no
response.
In the spring of 1674, Clarendon moved to Rouen, indulging the hope of a
return to his country and his home, and eager to be nearer to answer any
summons sent by a relenting sovereign. But no such summons came, and the
weary exile was now at the end of his brave and strenuous labour. On
December 9th, 1674, he breathed his last. His son, Lord Cornbury, was
present at his deathbed, having been summoned when the end was near. The
French Court had granted him the privilege of making testamentary
provisions, which otherwise would not have been possible to him as a
foreigner on French soil. His will was dated on December 11th (French
style [Footnote: December 1st, according to the English calendar.]), but
it related only to his writings and papers, with which his heirs were to
deal subject to the advice of his old friends, Sheldon, Archbishop of
Canterbury, and Morley, Bishop of Winchester. He had probably disposed of
his other property by earlier gifts. His body was brought to England, and
was buried in the Henry VII. Chapel at Westminster. No monument marks the
spot where the great Minister rests amongst the monarchs whose throne he
served so well. [Footnote: The name was inscribed on the site of the
family vault, under Dean Stanley, in 1867. Clarendon's mother had been
buried there in 1661; and afterwards his third son, in 1664. It is at the
foot of the steps to Henry VII.'s Chapel.] We have endeavoured, from the
varied episodes of his life of strange vicissitude, and from the records
of his strenuous action, of his undaunted courage, and of his well-tried
loyalty, to draw the portrait of Lord Clarendon, to describe his character
as we conceive it, and to vindicate his place in history. We have not
sought to conceal his foibles, nor to palliate what may appear to some to
be his prejudices. We are concerned mainly to claim for him, as the first
of a long line of Conservative statesmen, a high ideal of statecraft, a
lofty patriotism, and a clear-sighted honesty of purpose. We admit,
without considering it necessary to apologize for, that impetuous temper,
which does not make us love him less, and those traits of self-complacency
which were a part of his fearless candour, and in no wise detract from the
dignity of his nature. We have tried to portray the secret of his
influence, his genius for friendship, and the wide range of his outlook
upon the drama of history. We have abundant evidence of the impression of
his personality upon life-long friends, and even upon doubtful critics.
"He spoke well," says Burnet: "his style had no flaw in it, but had a just
mixture of wit and sense, only he spoke too copiously; he had a great
pleasantness in his spirit, which carried him sometimes too far into
raillery, in which he sometimes showed more wit than discretion."
That is the verdict of an acute, but at best a lukewarm, judge. Elsewhere
Burnet writes:
"Upon the whole matter, he was a true Englishman, and a sincere
Protestant, and what has passed at Court since his disgrace has
sufficiently vindicated him from all ill designs."
"Sir Edward Hyde," writes Sir Philip Warwick, "was of a cheerful and
agreeable conversation, of an extraordinary industry and activity, and of
a great confidence, which made him soon at home at a Court… He had a
felicity both of tongue and pen, which made him willingly hearkened unto
and much approved." [Footnote: Memoirs, p. 196.] "I am mad in love
with my Lord Chancellor," says Pepys, "for he do comprehend and speak out
well, and with the greatest ease and authority that ever I saw man in my
life. I did never observe how much easier a man do speak when he knows all
the company to be below him, than in him."
The gossipping diarist was no inapt observer of the ways of men, and had
no small experience. Evelyn was a more attached and grateful admirer. To
him, the great Chancellor was "of a jolly temper, of the old English
fashion." Yet Evelyn had known Clarendon when his courage was most tried,
when his hopes were baffled, and when the sordid crowd of courtiers and
profligates had baited him almost to the death. It is little touches like
these that fill in the picture of the man.
Of his literary achievement this is not the place to speak. It has a
secure and proud niche in the annals of our literature. We have tried to
present him as the Statesman and the Man of Action, and as the tried, the
faithful, and the ungrudging, friend.