So, from one town to another Peter went. He preached in market-places, when the people left off their business to listen to the strange-looking man who talked in such an excited way. In France his preaching made the most sensation, and on one occasion the people exclaimed with one voice, "God wills it!" and declared that they would free the Holy City from infidels. So thousands of Christians went to Palestine to try and turn out the Saracens. These wars were sometimes called Holy Wars, because the quarrel was about religion; and sometimes Crusades, from a French word meaning "cross," for every Christian soldier wore a cross on his arm as a sign of his faith. Robert, Duke of Normandy, then, joined the Crusades. William was glad to have him out of the way. There is little good to be said for this king; he was very cruel to the Saxons whom he ruled, and seems to have had all his father's faults, and few of his merits. He robbed the clergy very much, and cared nothing for any kind of religion. He only cared for hunting, and enlarged the hunting-ground. After reigning thirteen years he was killed in the New Forest by a shot from the bow of one of his knights-whether by accident or on purpose was never discovered. This king was nicknamed Rufus, which means "red," from the colour of his hair. THE NEW FOREST. THERE moves a sad procession Across the silent vale, With backward glancing eyes of grief, And tearful cheeks all pale. Scattered and slow, without array, Yet with a kind of solemn pace, There women pause and tremble, There infants cling upon the breast, Their own accustomed place, And children look up askingly Into each darkened face. For the king has sent his soldiers Who strike and pity not, They have razed to the earth each smiling home, They have burned each lowly cot. It was the ruthless Conqueror By whom this deed was done; So they leave each humble cottage Of sweet domestic years, And the gardens are uprooted, And the walls cast down around; it is all a spacious wilderness, The king's great hunting-ground. And most of them lie down to die Oh, Forest! green New Forest, With all thy soft and sweeping glades, Thou standest proud and fair, And thou, relentless tyrant ! Ride forth and chase the deer, With a heart that never melted yet To pity or to fear. But for all these broken spirits, And for all these wasted homes, God will avenge the fatherless— To hunt rode fierce King Rufus The Church had summoned him to pray, But he held the Church in scorn. Sir Walter Tyrrel rode with him, Down from his startled charger Sir Walter fled afar for fear, And turned not at his calls. On the spot where his strong hand had made So many desolate, He died with none to pity him— Such was the tyrant's fate. None mourned for cruel Rufus, But poor men lifted up their heads And clasped their hands, and said, "Thank God, the ruthless Conqueror And his stern son are dead." Remember! oh remember! Ye who shudder at my lay, And asked, "What will they be ?" Alas, unhappy mothers! If ye could then have known How crime would make each soft gay heart Ye would have wished them in their graves Ah, friends, keep watch upon your hearts- From "THE BOOK OF POETRY." CHAPTER V. HENRY I. (Surnamed Beau Clerc), 1100-1136. Married Matilda of Scotland. Children :-William, died before his father; Matilda, or Maud, married first the Emperor of Germany; secondly, Geoffrey Plantagenet of Anjou. AFTER William Rufus's death, his youngest brother Henry seized the crown. He had no right to it, for Robert was still alive fighting in Palestine. Henry was surnamed the Fine Scholar, because he was fond of learning. He certainly was sharp enough, but his sharpness was unfortunately accompanied by considerable meanness. As he knew he had no right to the throne, he thought it safest to make as many friends as possible. So directly William was dead, Henry seized the royal treasure, and gave away quantities of money to the nobles. Next, he married a Scotch princess, because he thought by that means to ensure a quiet neighbour in the King of Scotland, and also, as the princess was a Saxon, to please his Saxon subjects. |