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Arrival of the King of France at Lulworth Castle
Author: J F Pennie
The scenery around the noble chateau or palace of Lulworth, in Dorsetshire, is highly beautiful and romantic. It is embowered in the most luxuriant groves and woods, through the openings of which, ancient British hill-
This castle has been often visited by royalty, and before we describe the arrival of his ex-
“In this castle, constituted a palace by the residence of kings, fifteen years after its erection, dwelt James I. when he came to hunt in the adjacent royal chase or forest of Purbeck; and here Charles II., after his restoration, with the Duke of York, afterwards James II., and the Duke of Monmouth, paid visitation to an ancestor of the present family in 1665. The rooms in which these monarchs and princes slept still bear their names, and they were looked upon by me as far the most interesting apartments which the palace contains.
“How often have those woods of ancient oak and beech echoed to the joy of the inspiring horn, as it sounded from the court-
The scene of yesterday forcibly brought to our recollection these somewhat similar occurrences of the past; but how different were the English feelings of those who surrounded the towers of that castle yesterday, with the enthusiasm of those who once witnessed and hailed with heart-
At length, about six o’clock, the cortege, which, with the royal family, had been landed at Poole, arrived in front of the grand terrace. The royal arms had been defaced from the carriages, and the whole had evidently the appearance of a hasty flight from a field of battle.
The King was seated in an open carriage with the Dauphin and the young Duc de Bordeaux, a fine interesting boy. On the King’s alighting from the carriage, he was met by Mr. Wild [Weld], the owner of the castle, and then ascended those steps, followed by the Dauphin and the young prince, which other kings had mounted before him, amid repeated shouts of welcome, deep and loud as those which echoed in thunder around the magnificent pillars of the Capitol, when Claudius Caesar ascended on his knees its hundred steps, after his victorious return from the conquest of Britain. But no shouts arose from English lips for Charles; his reception was respectful silence. The populace stood as he ascended uncovered, an honour which the courtesy of English hearts could not refuse to royalty in exile, however merited his expatriation might be. He took off his hat, but appeared, as he gave a hasty glance at the people, to be dissatisfied with the coldness of his reception, but, considering his situation, far from being unhappy. He certainly did not look to have seen those years which are said to have passed over his head.* How long will he remain at the palace of Lulworth, we do not know, but it certainly is a place well suited to an exiled monarch. Noble is the pile, and lovelily situated in its leafy solitudes. Here the degraded King may contemplate in retirement on the vicissitudes of all earthly grandeur and power; on the unstable foundation of thrones and empires; here he may devote his hours to the exercise of his religion, publicly or privately, there being two chapels for the catholic worship, one within and the other without the walls of the castle; here, on its extensive domains, he may enjoy the sports of the field, in fine weather, and in wet he may kill flies, like Domitian and the great Marlborough in his later days, or plot counter-
Romantic Lulworth! though the ancient sports and pastimes of thy peasantry in the days of Charles II, are all forgotten, though the flowers of summer no longer enwreathe thy tall May-
England! since the days of noble Athelstan, thou hast been a refuge to greatness in distress – a home to the royal exile – a shelter from the storms of revolution, the revengeful horrors of rebellion. When Charles the Simple, King of France, was dethroned and cast into prison, his queen fled hither with her young son Louis, where they received the kind protection of Athelstan, who, in 936, exerted himself so warmly in his interest, that he was restored to the throne of his fathers. Haco the Good, prince of Norway, remained at the Anglo-
There is no fear that Charles of France, should remain in this kingdom, will share the cruel fate of poor Theodore, King of orsica, who, throughthe intrigues of the French court, died miserably, to the disgrace of the age, in the King’s Bench prison. Charles possesses in his retreat a princely fortune, and, if he is wise, he will give up the wild dreamings of ambition, and enjoy that fortune in happiness and content, amid the quiet and beautiful shades of Lulworth.
J.F. PENNIE ROGVALD COTTAGE AUG 9th 1830