grief took possession of his heart ! Again, Aumerle strove to arouse his energies, by reminding him of his father, the Duke of York's power ; and again, the fluctuating Richard caught at this gleam of hope, and in fancy triumphed over Bolinbroke ; but the gleam was transient—and followed by deeper anguish, and despair ! —when he learned that York had joined with Bolinbroke ; that his northern castles had all yielded up, and the southern gentlemen were in arms for the adverse party!

As the sudden thunderbolt, preceded by the lightning's fash, splits the young oak, and withers all its leaves, so Richard looked ! Supreme in desolativni, shorn of his beans, the roval' victim stood, the mute pale image of anguish and despair! His mind, naturally weak, and still farther debilitated by the effeminate life he had led, was unable to cope with adversity : he felt-acutely felt, but had no power to meet, or to repel the storm which threatened him ; he therefore yielded to his powerful enemy-yielded without resistance, and agreed to accompany the proud triumphant Bulinbroke to London, there to resign his crown.—“Ay, ay,” he cried

o' God's name let it go.
I'll give my large kingilom, för a litile grave,
A little, little grave, an obsíu:e grave:
Or I'll be buried in the kings high way

-where subjects' feet
Hay hourly trample on their sovereigi's head;
For on my heart they tread, now while I live;
And burieri once, why not ipon my head !***

o God savo

On their arrival in London, Bolinbroke was received with shouts and acclamations : thee Bolinbroke !” “Welcome great Bolinbroke !" echoed from innumcrable voices! He mounted on a proud and tiery steed, moved slowly on, bareheaded, and bowing on each side to the adıniring crowds who greviud i:i:a:--whilst poor unhappy Richard, their rightful King, the son of a valiant sire, whose prowess had gained more glory to the English name than should have been forgot by English hearts, was exposed to insult and derision; for the remembrance of the father's virtues awakencd not one throb of pity for the son's affliction ;affliction, surely greater than he had deserved! By Bolinbroke's side he rode, bare headed too, on a mean looking horse, without accoutrements : no voice was raised to greet him; no faithful subject bade hiin welcome home ; they scowled upon him with scorn and contempt .; and from the windows and house tops, some threw dust and rubbish on his Bacred head !

Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
His f.ce still combating with smiles and tears,
The barges of his grief and patience,
That hal not God for some strong purpose, steeled
The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted,
Avd barbarisin itself have pitied bim.***

The power of force too frequently bears down right; and justice is compelled to yield when strength prevails. Had Richard, in that fatal moment of degradation, exerted his resolution: had he boldly stepped into the midst of his frowning people, with that same noble spirit he had at sixteen years of age evinced ! had he made an appeal to their justice ! had he fearlessly addressed them! had he exclaimed

Brave Englizhimen! behold your rightful King :
Behold the son of him, wh' in your cause
So oft has fought and bleil ! whose glory stands
Recorded in the annals of this realın!
Who war d une qual wars, and conquered still,
Heaping fresh hin.durs on the British name,
Anish in the 2011 of this so valiant sire
Become the viction of his subjects' wroth ?
Nay! frown nut English uen-bnt listen while
Your monarch speaks,-grant, I have deeply erred,
Forgive nut English bearis the faults of youth?



Bethink ye-hapless Richard was a king
Or ere he was a man !-armed at all points
With power lois subjects to command, wanting
The years and judy rent to cominand himselt:
Say, that is past- and say, that I repent,
That I abjure all former weaknesses;
Atonement making by iny future justice
For past infringement on her sacred lam's.
Say, 'I henceforih maintain any subjects' rights,
Make restitution where I've offered wrong:
And by the sainted spirit of my sire,
And by the sacred light of you bright heaven,
Swear!!-to offer wrong no inere—but foremost stand,
To shield my faithful subiects froin orpression.
Say—this is pledged ye by repenting Richard.
Where choose ye then your King – let caps and hands
Declare at once ! shall Henry Blinbroke,
Or your Black Prince's son, Richard Plantaganet,

Be future monarch of fair England ?
Had he but exerted himself at that trying junc-
ture, the aspiring Bolinbroke, perchance, had never
been the King of England:--but Providence or-
dained it otherwise, and powerless Richard fell a
victim to the discontents of his people, and the am-
bition of a rival,

A meeting was called at Westminister Hall, where Richard resigned his crown to the unseeling Bolinbroke ; and was then conducted as a prisoner to the Tower. Amidst the numbers who had basked in the sunshine of the muinarch's favour, none dared undertake his defence ;--no voice, save one, disputed the imperinus claims of the usurper. This one was the Lord Bishop of Carlisle : he resolutely pleaded the cause of the dethroned Richard, and in the accents of prophecy, denounced what future horrors would be the result of the present unparalleled injustice. He was, for this, accused of high treason, and ordered into the custody of the Abbot of Westminister till called upon to attend his trial ; for though the abbot was as firmly the friend of Richard as the Bishop, yet, fortunately, having forborne lo speak, he possessed more power to act,

and the two prelates, with the young Prince Aumerle, catered into a secret pla: to restore their oppressed monarch to his throne od crown.


Their plans were deeply laid-a tournament was to be held at Oxford, where B.Jinbroke's death was. meditated,--and this was sworn to by nine others in conjunction with Aumerle and the two prelates ! But the paper wherein their names were enrolled, and their purpose explained, fell it the hands of the Duke of York, who-e ideas of 1 yalty were so great, that in spite «f the entrcati s o: his Juchess, he resolved to sacrific: this his cn'y soi, by discovering the plot to the new ki g Aume.le's life,


in consequence, stood in great jempardy--but the earnest supplications of his distracted mother secured- an unconditional pardon from Bolinbroke, though way of the conspirators were condemned to death, and the rest to slighter punishments.

Isabella had suffered the most agonizing anxiety -still in ignorance of the fate of her husband, till seated in an arbour one day with her ladies, who were vainly striving to amuse her, she accidentally overheard the conversation of two gardeners, and from them learned the sad intelligence of Bolinbiroke's success, of Richard's misfortunes, and of their progress towards the niëtropolis. The poor afflicted Queen hastened to London without delay; and there heard that Richard had been compelled to resign the crown—and that it was expected he would be sent to the Tower. Towards the Tower then she hastened, to await the arrival of her hus. band. On his approach, she rushed into his arms, and wept upon his neck ! « Ah! my sweet (said Richard), dost thou join with me in grief, to make my end more sudden ? we have dreamed, dear wife, and are but now awaked: Hie thee to France, to some lone cloister: our holy lives to come must win us an immortal crown, in lieu of that which our profaner hours have lost us here on earth !"

Isabella looked surprised ! “Is this my noble Richard ? (she exclaimed.) Hath Bolinbroke deposed thine intellect? Why art thou thus weak ? The lion, even when dying, thrusts forth his paw and wounds the earth, if nothing else! And dost thou meet thy fate thus mildly ? Thus kiss the rod which scourges thee ?"

Richard interrupted her, “ Forbear, sweet Isabella, Richard will never be himself again : poor shadow, imperfect vestige of what once was noble and kingly: now alas! no more. Prepare thee for France, think I am dead, and pass thy life away

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