X. MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS
(Landing at the mouth of the Derwent, Workington.)
‘The fears and impatience of Mary were so great,’ says
Robertson, ‘that she got into a fisher-boat, and with about
twenty attendants landed at Workington, in Cumberland; and
thence she was conducted with many marks of respect to Carlisle.’
The apartment in which the Queen had slept at Workington Hall
(where she was received by Sir Henry Curwen as became her
rank and misfortunes) was long preserved, out of respect to her
memory, as she had left it; and one cannot but regret that some
necessary alterations in the mansion could not be effected without
its destruction.
Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed,
The Queen drew back the wimple that she wore;
And to the throng, that on the Cumbrian shore
Her landing hailed, how touchingly she bowed!
And like a Star (that, from a heavy cloud
Of pine-tree foliage poised in air, forth darts,
When a soft summer gale at evening parts
The gloom that did its loveliness enshroud)
She smiled; but Time, the old Saturnian seer,
Sighed on the wing as her foot pressed the strand,
With step prelusive to a long array
Of woes and degradations hand in hand—
Weeping captivity, and shuddering fear
Stilled by the ensanguined block of Fotheringay!