QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Queen Elizabeth dies; and dies of gr ef. Ithas been the fashionto attribute to her, I do not know why, remorse for Essex's death; and the foolish and false tale about Lady Nottingham and the ring has been accepted as history. The fact seems to be that she never really heldjup her head after Burleigh's death. She could not speak of him without tears; forbade his name to be mentioned in the Council. No wonder; never had mistress a better servant. For nearly half a century have these two noble souls loved each other, trusted each other, worked with each other ; and God's blessing baa been oq their deeds; and now the faithful Godfearing man is gone to his reward ; and she is growing old, and knows that the ancient fire is dying out in her; and whojwill be to her what he was P Buckhurst is a good man and one of her pupils, and she makes him Lord Treasurer in Burleigh's place; but beyond that, all is dark. "I am a miserable, forlorn woman; there is none about me that I can trust." She sees through Cecil; through Henry Howard. Essex has proved himself worthless, and pays of his sins. Men are growing worse tban their fathers. Spanish gold is bringing in luxury and sin. The last 10 years of her reign are years of decadence, profligacy, falsehood ; and she cannot but see it. Tyrone's rebellion is the last drop which fills the cup. After 50 yeaiS of war, after a drain of money all but fabulous, expended on keeping Ireland quiet, the volcano bursts forth again just as it seemed extinguished, more fiercely than ever, and the whole work has to be done over again, when there is neither time nor a man to do it. And ahead what hope is there for England ? Who will be her successor? Shej knows in her heart that it will be James; but she cannot bring herself to name him. To be queath the fruit of all her labours to a tyrant, a liar, and a coward; for she knows the man but too wel'. It|is too hideous to be faced. This is the end, then ? " Oh that I were a milke maide, with a paile upon mine arm !" But it cannot be. It never could have been ; and she must endure to the end. " Therefore I hated life ; yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun ; because I should leave it to the man that shall be after me. And who knows whether he shall be a wise man or a fool ? Yet shall he have a rule ever all my labour wherein I have showed myself wise, in wisdom, and knowledge, and equity. . . . Yan-
ity of vanities, all is vanity and vexa tion of spirit!" And so, with a whole book of Ecclesiastes written on that mighty heart, theo'.d lioness coils herself up in her lair, refuses food, and dies. I know few passages in the world's history more tragic than that death.—From Playt and Puritans, and other Historical Ernyt, by Char, lee Klngtley,
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Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1501, 17 October 1885, Page 3
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