Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-07-05
your MAJESTY, FORGET ALL ELSE LET rE
LET THIS NIGHT REMAIN UNFoRGoTTEN. ;,

worshiping at this altar Of white walls.
| Little wonder if the cannon's voice call him
! as quickly to remembrance.
They had brought the news to Wyatt
while yet he rode some little way from the
bridge; and he received it with that good
| countenance he bravely showed in all ad-
| VersIty- Endowed with the faculty of win
ming mems allegiance, the poets son had
mat rare resource and ready wit which
never failed to delight the multitude. For
the jester jest; for the curate a text; for
the malcontent promise of his vengeance;
Tor the women poets grace of fiattery; he
played upon the minds of his fellows as
others upon an instrument. Let them har-
Dor foreboding, his merry laughter turned
their fears to scorn; let any complain, he
heard them patiently; let any charge him
that he was a traitor, he answered, II serve
the queen as no other in this realm" And
he had, says the chronicle, all that brave
appearance which men ask from him that
leads them. Wearing still the mantle of
youth, with fair curly hair and Saxon blue
eyes, and voice in which a note of music
fingered, he was such a one as men loved
for himself rather than for his teaching.
NOR would he enjoy that which revolt
denied to those who followed him. Did thew
sleep in shed or stable, then should shed or
stable find him sleeping. Were they hun
cry, then let him hunger, too. Did fatigue
lie heavy upon them, the peril of the way
none the less should fatigue be his and the
place where peril lay. Enjoying victory
since the beginning of his endeavor the
master of good intelligence always it was
| no folly for such a one to believe, at South
hand
''They close the bridge, you say" he
answered them that brought the news;
then, surely, my masters we shall be
quick to open it, What Has the night
then, brought miracle that a man must
pass in Southwarks gate or lie forever at
the walls? Ye tell me childs tale! Ride on
but league yet and l will show you what
10 In
sup at Mary's palace this nightn
They cried to him. "A Wyatt A Wyattr'
and warmed now with wine and also from
the inns, fed by the bounty of the hamlet
many of them pressed even to the rivers
bank and boldly clamored that Sir Thomas
Bridges should open to them. The an
swering cry of Traitors. get you gomez
provoked their merry laughter.
we are no traitorsn' their tongues pro-
tested, but honest men that have come to
save our queen. Let her hearken and all
will be well!'
The culverines replied to them. the balls
from the arquebusses the singing arrows
of the archers. This message Of death,
swift and sudden, was the first reality of
that week Of wonders. Yonder on the mud
dy banks men lay groaning or CRYING to
their God: blood welled the dewy grass:
pitifui cries were heard; the means of
them that were sinking down to darkness.
Not for such an end as this had the shep-
herd left his flock, the swineherd his stable.
In their agony and fright men fell from
sheer imaginings.
Lord Godr' they cried, must thy peo-
pie perishp'
Be it no surprise that the river bank
seemed to Wyatt's fellows as the very
mouth of hell Itself. Let none marvel that
they reeled back like men drunken with
wine. Must victory be won at such a cos?
All had been lost, indeed, all undone in that
fierce assault but for the courage of him
who led them, and the zeal of the few who
for zears sake, had played this master
stroke Plain to be seen in this throng,
upon a white horse, we'll caparisoned'
Wyatt, and by him Brett, that was the
famous captain, rode to and fro among
that afrrighted company and drove them
from the peril.
Go ye thus-as sheep to the slaughter
nay, would We breach river with your
voicesi Back, sirs. back. Let the houses
give you shelter until a way be found.
Would We lose all at cannon's bark
This night ye shall sup at Mary's palace
upon Christs cross I swear tp'
To him they hearkened, the record saws
and being drawn back from peril. thew
pressed on in tumultuous disorder to vii
lagos remote and Kingston's bridge. The
city itself was now but a forest of spires
upon their horizon; the bridges by which
they would have passed in were broken
and cast down. They were sore, weary,