And returning almost broken-hearted,with his hopes and fortunes shattered,his company of friends dispersed,and his brave son (who had been one of them)killed,he was taken-through the treachery of SIR LEWIS STUKELY,his near relation,a scoundrel and a Vice-Admiral-and was once again immured in his prison-home of so many years.
His Sowship being mightily disappointed in not getting any gold,Sir Walter Raleigh was tried as unfairly,and with as many lies and evasions as the judges and law officers and every other authority in Church and State habitually practised under such a King.After a great deal of prevarication on all parts but his own,it was declared that he must die under his former sentence,now fifteen years old.So,on the twenty-eighth of October,one thousand six hundred and eighteen,he was shut up in the Gate House at Westminster to pass his late night on earth,and there he took leave of his good and faithful lady who was worthy to have lived in better days.At eight o'clock next morning,after a cheerful breakfast,and a pipe,and a cup of good wine,he was taken to Old Palace Yard in Westminster,where the scaffold was set up,and where so many people of high degree were assembled to see him die,that it was a matter of some difficulty to get him through the crowd.He behaved most nobly,but if anything lay heavy on his mind,it was that Earl of Essex,whose head he had seen roll off;
And he solemnly said that he had had no hand in bringing him to the block,and that he had shed tears for him when he died.As the morning was very cold,the Sheriff said,would he come down to a fire for a little space,and warm himself?But Sir Walter thanked him,and said no,he would rather it were done at once,for he was ill of fever and ague,and in another quarter of an hour his shaking fit would come upon him if he were still alive,and his enemies might then suppose that he trembled for fear.With that,he kneeled and made a very beautiful and Christian prayer.Before he laid his head upon the block he felt the edge of the axe,and said,with a smile upon his face,that it was a sharp medicine,but would cure the worst disease.When he was bent down ready for death,he said to the executioner,finding that he hesitated,'What dost thou fear?Strike,man!'So,the axe came down and struck his head off,in the sixty-sixth year of his age.
The new favourite got on fast.He was made a viscount,he was made Duke of Buckingham,he was made a marquis,he was made Master of the Horse,he was made Lord High Admiral-and the Chief Commander of the gallant English forces that had dispersed the Spanish Armada,was displaced to make room for him.He had the whole kingdom at his disposal,and his mother sold all the profits and honours of the State,as if she had kept a shop.He blazed all over with diamonds and other precious stones,from his hatband and his earrings to his shoes.Yet he was an ignorant presumptuous,swaggering compound of knave and fool,with nothing but his beauty and his dancing to recommend him.This is the gentleman who called himself his Majesty's dog and slave,and called his Majesty Your Sowship.His Sowship called him STEENIE;it is supposed,because that was a nickname for Stephen,and because St.Stephen was generally represented in pictures as a handsome saint.