Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1865-06-17
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The Queen sent it TO him after the
tilting2' was The reply.
NOV perceive that every fool must
have q favor" said Essex.
Blount heard these words, and sent
the, prime favorite challenge. They
met In Mafylebane Park. Essex was
wounded in the thigh. When the
Queen heard it, she exclaimed, "By
Gods death, it's fit and proper that
some one should take the Earl down,
and teach him manners; otherwise there
wouldube no ruling him." - ~
Charles Blount was too much OF a
soldier to remain long at the Queen s
apron-string. He broke away, and went
TO the war in Flanders. Elizabeth dis
covered il, and wrote to her general,
Sir John Norrey to send her truant
hack. Serve me SO, once more, and
I'll Law you to fast for running. You
viii Never leave off till you are knocked
on the head, as that inconsiderate fellow
Sidney, was" said the Queen to hel
truant knight.
Sidney, as the reader is aware, receiv-
ed his mortal wound in the brittle fought
beneath thewalls of zutphen. As he
was, also, a faxorite with the Queen-sc
great a favorite that she thought the
Court no Court without him-we may
remind the reader, in this parenthetica
paragraph, of the last and noblest act
of h. Efs, lecol dad by Lord Brooks
Passing along the rest of the army.
where his uncle, the General Il, e., the
Earl of Leicester was; and being thirs-
.y,s with excess of bleeding, he called
for drink, which was pres entity brought
him; but as he was putting the bottle to
his mouth, he saw poor soldier carried
along, who had eaten his last at the same
feast, ghastly, casting up his eyes at the
bottle; Which Sir Philip perceiving, took
it from his head, before he drank, and
delivered it to the poor man, with these
words, "T'hy necessity is greater than
But TO turn hack to Charles Biount,
the Queen appointed him her deputy.
and sent him To Ireland, in place of Es-
sex, who had made terrible mess of
the war in that country.
On her mentioning this appointment
to Bacon, he replied, courtier-ike,
Surely, madam, You cannot make a
lletter choice, unless you send over my
Lord Essex "a. " A
1t is just possible that this may have
been a sneer at Mountjoy, who was not
Mt this time, much over thirty years of
age. But sheer was never more unjust,
for Mountjoy was the ablest, and Essex
the weakest, and most inefficient viceroy
that Ireland ever had.
s.Essexln exclaimed the Queen
sWhen / send Essex back to Ireland,
I'll marry you. Claim it of me- Il
But this appointment was looked
upon, in those days, az sort of Danish
ment from the Court, and the sunshine
of the Queens countenance. 1t was
Essex's enemies who procured him the
to Ireland, from which he,
after a few months, cut and run. w
Mountjoy owed 1t to his own talents;
but Judging from his letters, he did not
the less regret his absence from Court.
In one of those epistles he boldly speaks
of his love for the Queen; she being
nearly. seventy. This, most dear soye-
reign, I do not rte with any swellir g
Justification of myself. If any impioas
tongue do tax my proceedings, / VIII
patiently bless 1t, that, by making me
suffer for your sake,-I that have suffer
cd for your sake, q torment ADORE all
others, griered and deSpised lore"
Elizabeth, far from taking such Ian
guage amiss, replies- --s---szss
80, what melancholy humor hath ex-
hailed Up into your brain, from a full
fraughted heart, that should breed such
doubt, bred upon no cause given by us
at all, nerer hdring pronounced any syL-
liable upon tchich such suork should be
framed"
sThe old fool, " we were going to say,
after reading thus far; but let us hear
our good Queen Bess, out.
"There is no louder trump that may
sound out your praise, your hazard,
your care, your luck, than we have blast
ed in all our court and elsewhere. Well.
I viii attribute it to Gods providence
for you, that-lest ali these glories might
elevate you too much-He hath suffer
ed, though not made, such q scruple, to
keep you under His rod, who best
knows we have more need of bits than
spurs: .Valeant ista amara, ad Tartarus
eat melancholla.'
Your Sovereign,
Sc. r.
The vain and pious old lady-for the
letter was written in an earnest and
pious strain-little suspected when she
penned it, that her loye-sick favorite
had other loves, which were not ''des-
pissed" He seduced the beautiful Pen
elope, the sister of his rival, the Earl of
Essex, whom he married, after she had
been repudiated by her injured hus-
band, Robert Lord Rich. This mar
riage was performed by Ldud, who was
at that time Mountjoy's chaplain. u
Mountjoy died III 1706, uuder forty
years of age; an unhappy man, biighted
by his passions-but not for the Queen
lin the bloom of life, and yigor of man
hood. He was Earl of Devonshire when
he died.,. sT -r.s-e.-,~g7 $ -.-vs
The weakness and vanity of the
Queen Was played upon and punned up
on, and was made the. theme of dog
geral verses, not only by courticrs, but
also by men like. the Ceclls. Both OF
the brothers, Robert and Thomas, got
the credit of the following lines: aasa
Now is my muse clad like parasite, f2i1q
In party-color'd robes of black and white:
fGrieviDg and joying too: both these together;
But grieyes or joys the most, / wot not
whethersFods sal l.
Elias dead-this splits the heart in twain;
And James prOelaimed-that makes me
well again.
But the most dangerous rival for the
Queens favor or affection, with whom
Essex had to contend, was that hand
some and dashing knight, experienced
admiral, brave soldier, andversatile and