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A85677	The last counsel of a martyred King to his son. Wherein is contained, 1. The last precepts of the most Christian King of Charles the First, written by his own hand to his son Charles the Second King of Great Brittain France and Ireland, &c. ... 6. A divine eligie upon the great sufferings and death of his sacred Majesty. Never publisht before. By J.D. Esq; a loyal subject and servant to His Majesty.	Gregory, Francis, 1625?-1707.; Charles I, King of England, 1600-1649.	1660 (1660)	Wing G1895A; Thomason E1025_7; ESTC R208700	5,874	10

with much patience to wipe it off with his Handkerchief and as he passed hearing them cry out Justice Justice Poor souls said he for a piece of mony they would do so for their Commanders That Night being Saturday January 27. the King lodged at White-hall that Evening a Member of the Army acquainted the Committee with the desires of the King that seeing they had passed Sentence of Death upon him and the time of his Execution might be nigh that he might see his Children and receive the Sacrament and that Dr. Juxon Bishop of London might be admitted to pray with him in his private Chamber both which were granted Tuesday Jan. 30. Was the Fatal day wherein this horrid murder was to be acted at which time his Majesty was brought on the Scaffold where he made a short speech but Dr. Juxon upon serious thoughts of the peoples expectation said as follows viz. Dr. Juxon Will your Majesty though it may be very well known your affections to Religion yet it may be expected that you should say somewhat for the worlds satisfaction King I thank you very heartily my Lord Sirs My Conscience in Religion I think is very well known to all the world and therefore I declare before you all That I die a Christian according to the Profession of the Church of England as I found it left me by my Father and this honest man Pointing to Doctor Juxon I think will witness it Then turning to the Officers said Sirs excuse me for this same I have a good cause and I have a gracious God I will say no more Then turning to Colonell Hacker he said Take care they do not put me to pain and Sir this and it please you But a Gentleman coming near the Ax the King said take heed of the Ax pray take heed of the Ax then the King speaking to the Executioner said I shall say but very short prayers and when I thrust out my hands Then the King called to Doctor Juxon for his Night-cap and having put it on he said to the Executioner Does my hair trouble you who desired him to put it under his cap which the King did accordingly by the help of the Executioner and the Bishop then the King turning to Dr. Juxon said I have a good Cause and a gracious God on my side Doctor Juxon There is but one Stage more this Stage is turbulent and troublesom it is a short one But you may consider it will soon carry you a very great way it will carry you from earth to heaven and there you shall find a great deal of cordial joy and comfort King I go from a corruptible to an incorruptible Crown where no disturbance can be no disturbance in the world Doctor Juxon You are exchanged from a Temporal to an Eternal Crown a good exchange The King then said to the executioner is my hair well Then the King rook off his Cloak and his George giving his George to Doctor Juxon saying Remember Then the King put off his Doubler and being in his Wast-coat put his cloak on again then looking upon the block said to the Executioner You must set it fast Executioner It is fast Sir King When I put my hands out this way stretching them out then After that having said two or three words as he stood to himself with hands and eyes lift up Immediately stooping down laid his neck upon the Block and then the Executioner again putting his hair under his Cap the King said thinking he had been going to strike stay for the sign Executioner Yes I will and it please our Majesty And after a little pause the King stretching forth his hands The Executioner at one blow severed his head from his body which was with the Body put in a Coffin covered with black Velvet and conveyed to his Lodgings After which the body was conveyed to St. Jameses where it was embalmed and put in a Coffin of Lead it lay there a fortnight and after was delivered to the care of 4 of his Maj. servants viz. Mr. Herbert Capt. Anth. Mildma● Capt. Preston and John Joyne● who with others in mourning accompanied it to Windsor and placed it in that room formerly called his Majesties Bed-chamber The body being brought thither the most convenient place they could find for burial was in a Vault where they conjectured K. Hen. 8. lay where they interrd the Kings body which was conveyed by the Officers of the Garrison the 4 Corners of the Velvet Pall being held up by the Duke of Lenox the Mar. of Hertford the M. of Dorchester and the Earl of Lindsey the Bishop of London and other persons of quality following the Velvet Pal was cast in upon the Body and these words were upon the Coffin KING CHARLES 1648. An Elegie on the Sufferings and Death of King CHARLES I. COme come let 's mourn all eyes that see this day Melt into showers weep your selves away O that each privat head could yield a flood Of tears whilst Britains Head streams out his blood Could we pay what his sacred drops might claim The World must needs be drowned once again Hands cannot write for trembling let our eye Supply the Quill and shed an Elegie Tongues cannot speak this grief knows no such vent Nothing but silence can be eloquent Words are not here significant in this Our sighs our groans bear all the Emphaesis Dread Sir what shall we say Hyperbole Is not a figure when it speaks of Thee Thy Book is our best Language what to this Shall e're be added is Thy Meiosis Thy Name 's a Text too hard for us No men Can write of it without Thy P●…ts and Pen. Thy Prisons Scorns Reproach and Poverty Though these were thought too courteous injury How could'st Thou bear Thou Meeker Moses how Was ever Lyon bit with Whelps till now And did not roar Thou England's David how Did Shime●'s Tongue not move Thee Where 's the Man Where is the King Charles is all Christian Thou never wanted'st Subjects no when they Rebel'd thou mad'st thy passions to obey Had'st Thou regain'd thy Throne of State by Power Thou had'st not more been then a Conquerour But Thou thine own Soul's Monarch art above Revenge and Anger Can'st thou tame thy Love How could'st thou bear thy Queen's divorce Must She At once thy Wife and yet thy Widdow be Where are thy tender Babes once Princely bred Thy choycest Jewells are they Sequestred Where are thy Nobles Lo instead of these Base savage Villains and thine Enemies Aegyptian Plague was onely Pharaoh's Doom To see such Vermine in his lodging-room What Guards are set what Watches do they keep They do not think thee safe though lock't in Sleep Would they confine thy Dreams within to dwell Nor let thy Fancy pass their Centinel Are thy Devotions dangerous or do Thy Prayers want a Guard These faulty too Varlets 't was only when they spake for You. But lo a Charge is drawn a Day is set The silent Lamb is brought the Wolves are met Law is arraign'd of Treason Peace of War And Justice stands a Prisoner at Bar. This Scene was like the Passion-Tragedie His Saviour's Person none could Act but He. Behold what Scribes are here what Pharisees What bands of Souldiers What false Witnesses Here was a Priest and that a Chief one who Durst strike at God and his Vicegerant too Here Bradshaw Pilate there This makes them twain Pilate for fear Bradshaw condemn'd for Gain Wretch coul'dst not thou be rich till Charles was dead Thou might'st have took the Crown yet spar'd his Head Thou 'st justifi'd that Roman Judg Who stood And washt in Water thou hast dipt in Blood And where 's the Slaughter-house Whitehall must be Lately his Pallace now his Calvarie Great Charles is this Thy Dying-place And where Thou wert our King art thou our Martyr there Thence thence thy Soul took slight and there will we Not cease to Mourn where thou didst cease to Be. And thus blest Soul he 's gone a Star whose fall As no Eclipse proves Oecumenical That Wretch had skill to sin whose hand did know How to behead three Kingdoms at one blow England hath lost the influence of ●er King No wonder that so backward was her Spring O dismall Day but yet how quickly gon It must be short Our Sun went down at Noon And now ye Senators is this the thing So oft declar'd Is this your Glorious King Did you by Oaths your God and Countrey mock Pretend a Crown and yet prepare a Block Did you that swore you 'd Mount Charles higher yet Intend the Scaffold for his Olivet Was this Hail Master Did you how the knee That you might murther him with Loyaltie Alas two Deaths what cruelty was this The Ax designd you might have spar'd the Kiss London did'st thou thy Princes Life betray What could thy Sables vent no other way Or else didst thou bemoan his Cross then ah Why wouldst thou be the cursed Golgotha Thou once hadst Men Plate Arms a Treasurie To bind thy King and hast thou none to free Dull beast thou shouldst before thy Head did fall Have had at least th● Spirits Animall Did You Ye Nobles envy Charles his Crown Jove being faln the Puny gods must down Your Rayes o● Honor are Eclipst in Night The Sun is set from whence you drew your Light Religion Va●ls her self and Mourns that She Is forc'd to own such horrid Villanie The Church and State do shake the building must Expect to fall whose Prop is turn'd to Dust But cease from Tears Charles is of light bereav'n And snuft on Earth to shine more bright in Heav'n FINIS