LAMBETH PALACE 
fury by the wind, was rough, the rain splashed on the decks of the 
light craft, and added physical discomfort to the captives’ mental 
misery. The voyage had to be broken at Lambeth, where many 
a time, in happier days, the favourite had landed from Elizabeth’s 
gilded and cushioned barge of state. How bitter must have been 
the contrast between then and now ! 
The boat was moored to the landing-place at the foot of the 
Water Tower. Archbishop Whitgift, apprised of the unexpected 
visit, met the noblemen at the head of the stairs ; the flaring light 
from a cresset, fell full on his grey head and grave face. He was 
visibly distressed. ‘‘ My lord,” he said sadly, addressing the 
fallen favourite, ‘‘ I am indeed concerned to see this time when 
you are brought here thus!” But it would require the pen of a 
Carlyle, the brush of a Rembrandt, to paint that scene! Suffice 
to say, that by and by, when the storm abated, the barge was 
remanned, the prisoners took their places, and by the same watery 
way that had swept Sir Thomas More, Anne Boleyn, and others 
to their doom, the Earl of Essex passed to his, and, in his passing, 
broke an old Queen’s heart ! 
‘* She is much disfavoured and unattired,’’ wrote her godson, 
Sir John Harrington; ‘‘ she disregardeth every costly cover that 
cometh to her table, and eateth little but manchet and succory 
pottage. . . . Her Highness hath worn but one change of raiment 
for many daies,” a pregnant sign in one whose love of dress was 
notorious. 
Among so many tragic happenings at the old archiepiscopal 
residence, it is a relief to meet with a romantic story of true love. 
By a clandestine marriage, which upset the royal plans, two lovers 
of high degree had incurred the displeasure of Charles I. The 
bride was the Lady Elizabeth Stuart, daughter of the Earl of 
Lennox, and ward and kinswoman to the King, whose purpose it 
had been to unite the great Scottish houses of Lennox and Argyle, 
by the bestowal of her hand on the Marquis of Lorne. But the 
girl had vastly preferred the Lord Montravers, heir to the earldom 
of Arundel (the duchy of Norfolk being then under attainder). 
For supposed connivance in the match, her. parents were sent to 
the Tower, but Charles, for all his extravagant notions of the 
divine right of kings, was no tyrant, and he merely punished the 
rebellious pair by committing them to the care of Archbishop 
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