Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
Christus: A MysteryPart III. The New England Tragedies. John Endicott. Act V
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To me ye ’re peopled with a sad procession,
And echo only to the voice of sorrow!
O houses full of peacefulness and sleep,
Far better were it to awake no more
Than wake to look upon such scenes again!
There is a light in Master Upsall’s window.
The good man is already risen, for sleep
Deserts the couches of the old.
I do not dare to ask, yet am impatient
To know the worst. Oh, I am very weary
With waiting and with watching and pursuing!
Where have you been?
Fined, and released again. You know that Edith,
After her scourging in three towns, was banished
Into the wilderness, into the land
That is not sown; and there I followed her,
But found her not. Where is she?
Listen to me. When news of Leddra’s death
Reached England, Edward Burroughs, having boldly
Got access to the presence of the King,
Told him there was a vein of innocent blood
Opened in his dominions here, which threatened
To overrun them all. The King replied,
“But I will stop that vein!” and he forthwith
Sent his Mandamus to our Magistrates,
That they proceed no further in this business.
So all are pardoned, and all set at large.
Our thoughts are free. They cannot be shut up
In prison walls, nor put to death on scaffolds!
Through the damp streets.
That chases the old darkness from our sky,
And fills the land with liberty and light.[Exeunt.
Ready for sea; the cargo all aboard,
Cleared for Barbadoes, and a fair wind blowing
From nor’-nor’-west; and I, an idle lubber,
Laid neck and heels by that confounded bond!
I said to Ralph, says I, “What ’s to be done?”
Says he: “Just slip your hawser in the night;
Sheer off, and pay it with the topsail, Simon.”
But that won’t do; because, you see, the owners
Somehow or other are mixed up with it.
Here are King Charles’s Twelve Good Rules, that Cole
Thinks as important as the Rule of Three.
“Make no comparisons; make no long meals.”
Those are good rules and golden for a landlord
To hang in his best parlor, framed and glazed!
“Maintain no ill opinions; urge no healths.”
I drink the King’s, whatever he may say,
And, as to ill opinions, that depends.
Now of Ralph Goldsmith I ’ve a good opinion,
And of the bilboes I ’ve an ill opinion;
And both of these opinions I ’ll maintain
As long as there ’s a shot left in the locker.
You ’ve the advantage of me. I don’t know you.
What may I call your name?
I am the treasurer of the Commonwealth.
Upon this chair, sweet Butter.
I have seen better, and I have seen worse.
The wind ’s nor’west. That ’s fair for them that sail.
You sail to-day.
So, be it fair or foul, it matters not.
Say, will you smoke? There ’s choice tobacco here.
In this good town. Give a wide berth to one thing,
You ’re sure to fetch up soon on something else.
I am not one of those who think a sup
Of this New England air is better worth
Than a whole draught of our Old England’s ale.
But, as I said, I do not sail to-day.
To take some Quakers back to the Barbadoes;
And one of them is banished, and another
Is sentenced to be hanged.
All are set free, by order of the Court;
But some of them would fain return to England.
You must not take them. Upon that condition
Your bond is cancelled.
I pray you, do you speak officially?
Here is the bond.
And, look you, when I say I ’ll do a thing
The thing is done. Am I now free to go?
With his strange speaking-trumpet! Can I go?
Your servant, sir.[Exit.
If ever a man was happy to leave Boston,
That man is Simon Kempthorn of the Swallow!
You need not speak so loud.
O loved and lost, and loved the more when lost!
How many men are dragged into their graves
By their rebellious children! I now feel
The agony of a father’s breaking heart
In David’s cry, “O Absalom, my son!”
To public matters? There are papers here
That need attention.
My business now is with another world.
Ah, Richard Bellingham! I greatly fear
That in my righteous zeal I have been led
To doing many things which, left undone,
My mind would now be easier. Did I dream it,
Or has some person told me, that John Norton
Is dead?
And gone to his reward. It was no dream.
Standing where you now stand, not long ago.
A faintness and a giddiness came o’er him;
And, leaning on the chimney-piece, he cried,
“The hand of God is on me!” and fell dead.
That Humphrey Atherton is dead?
He too is gone, and by a death as sudden.
Returning home one evening, at the place
Where usually the Quakers have been scourged,
His horse took fright, and threw him to the ground,
So that his brains were dashed about the street.
And yet I tremble lest it may have been
A judgment on him.
They say his horse saw standing in the way
The ghost of William Leddra, and was frightened.
And furthermore, brave Richard Davenport,
The captain of the Castle, in the storm
Has been struck dead by lightning.
For as I listen to your voice it seems
As if the Seven Thunders uttered their voices,
And the dead bodies lay about the streets
Of the disconsolate city! Bellingham,
I did not put those wretched men to death.
I did but guard the passage with the sword
Pointed towards them, and they rushed upon it!
Yet now I would that I had taken no part
In all that bloody work.
Be on their heads, not ours.
To England to malign us with the King?
But carries no one back.
Look, you can see her sails, above the roofs,
Dropping below the Castle, outward bound.
As spotless as those shining sails to fly with!
Now lay this cushion straight. I thank you. Hark!
I thought I heard the hall door open and shut!
I thought I heard the footsteps of my boy!
Sinking beneath me, sinking, sinking, sinking!
Death knocks! I go to meet him! Welcome, Death!
Endicott! Endicott! He makes no answer!
He breathes no more! How bright this signet-ring
Glitters upon his hand, where he has worn it
Through such long years of trouble, as if Death
Had given him this memento of affection,
And whispered in his ear, “Remember me!”
How placid and how quiet is his face,
Now that the struggle and the strife are ended!
Only the acrid spirit of the times
Corroded this true steel. Oh, rest in peace,
Courageous heart! Forever rest in peace!