Many men have died for England in many ways, none under circumstances more difficult and bitter than this proud man who sank to rest upon the block that May day while his sick, haunted King waited in the great palace for the awful news of the irrecoverable.
A POOR SPANISH LODGING
Philip Wharton, Duke of Wharton
“The scorn and wonder of his age.”–Alexander Pope.
A young man sat at a wooden table in a small, mean room.
His hands were in his pockets and his head sunk on his breast, his legs outstretched before him.
A miserable bed, covered with a dirty blanket, occupied one corner of the room, above it being a gaunt and poorly carved crucifix.
The floor, walls and ceiling were lath, plaster and worn wood, all soiled, smoked and crumbling.