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" Ilpretendait enfin avoir un esprit profondement politique, 
en detruisant par systeme, a des epoques determines et avec 
une sorte de froid calcul, les families les plus illustres, sous le 
vain pretexte qu'elles etaient dangereuses pour le pouvoir 
souverain ; en elevant a leur place des families nouvelies et 
obscures ; en portant sa main exterminatrice jusque sur le 
temps a venir." — Karamsin. 

If the suspicion of Ivan was well founded, 
— if, indeed, his first and beloved wife, whose 
virtues were so pre-eminent that her name was 
canonized and enrolled amongst the saints 
of the Russian church, — was really poisoned, 
some incentive to- his atrocities is explained. 
But if those insidious ministers of his throne 



who breathed in his ear, for party purposes, 
that she had been thus sacrificed, triumphed 
for a day ; yet did they discover, -when too 
late, that they had roused an ungovernable 
fiend, and fell, in their turn, victims to that 
spirit of vengeance which they themselves 
had conjured up to abet their own evil designs. 
The Tcherkessian princess, his second wife, 
whose sinister propensities fanned the revenge- 
ful disposition of the Czar, died unloved and 
unregretted ; but now he circulated the report 
himself that she had been poisoned by his 
enemies for private purposes, and he made it 
a convenient plea for butchery. 

The dangerous pleasures of inconstancy had 
sapped the last remains of virtue. In that 
abominable retreat — the fortress of the slobode 
■ — licentiousness revelled to excess— to surfeit- 
ing. The ties of nature were trampled upon ; 
it was the den of a beast ; and the ogre only 
rushed from his retreat to fall unexpectedly 


on his prey : innocence and loveliness could 
not escape. 

The fickle appetite of Ivan became weary 
even of the banquets of the slobode. He had 
also his fits of fancied religion ; even aped 
morality ; and in one of these whims announced 
to Russia that he would again enter the holy 
bonds of marriage, and, as we have seen, the 
chosen victim was Marfa Sabakin. 

But who can doubt the power of retributive 
justice ? It pursues us to the far ends of the 
earth; snatches from us our guilty joys even 
when we deem them secure — within our grasp, 
and wc awake from our lethargy of sin, to find 
we are but dust and ashes in the hands of the 
Avenger. Thus the fairest rose which he had 
gathered, the prize of the land, in its scarce 
opening bud of beauty, he had clasped to his 
heart; and the lovely flower, nipped by the 
blast of death, folded its fading leaves over the 
adder that had crept to its core, and already 


drooped its fair head. The dying bride of Ivan, 
was bearing to the tomb the last earthly hope 
of the Czar. 

The monarch was conning over the secret 
charges which had been collected through the 
instrumentality of Theodore BasmanofF against 
the metropolitan. A thing in human shape 
had been found to traduce, for gold, the holy 
man, and the hour of Philip was come. Well 
knew the monarch that the Jew^s foul asper- 
sion would obtain no credence from the mul- 
titude, and though rankling in his own breast, 
it cost him a struggle to give it belief. But 
he had long entertained enough of hate for 
the patriarch to seek to destroy him, and the 
plausible means were now, for the first time, in 
his possession. Alexis BasmanofF was em- 
powered to degrade the prelate in the presence 
of his congregation, and then to incarcerate 
him for life. 

A solemn stillness reigned in the palace when 


Maluta Skuratoff presented himself before the 
Czar. He received from his majesty's hands 
the wonted list for the executions of the day. 
It consisted of the names of the relatives of his 
former wives, who were supposed to have an 
interest in the demise of Marfa, before her own 
kinsfolk could claim the booty of the execu- 
tioner. The instructions were to be prompt, 
and to show no mercy. 

Maluta took charge of the document, and 
then solicited a hearing of his majesty. The 
Czar, whose grief seemed for the moment to be 
somewhat allayed by this dispatch of business, 
allowed his favourite to address him. 

" Thy unworthy slave has tidings of import : 
— a clue exists by which w T e may discover the 
assassin of the Czarina.'* 

" My only friend," kindly interposed his 
master. " Thou art faithful," continued the 
Czar, laying his hand upon his shoulder, " for 


thou hast no friend to share thy thoughts or 
duties. The world hates thee, but we love 
thee, nor fear we treachery at thy hands. 
Speak !" 

il It has strangely come to pass, most mighty 
Sovereign, that the lady whom, but yesterday, 
in thy bounty, thou didst bestow upon thy 
slave in marriage the reputed daughter of the 
Boyar Basmanoff, turns out to be the offspring 
of a common boor." 

" What then ? Have iv e not wived the child 
of a trafficker, lovelier far than the fairest prin- 
cess of the land r' 

" I repine not at the discovery, omnipotent 
master, but rather rejoice, since, by some yet 
unravelled mystery, enough has transpired to 
awake suspicions of the fell enemy to thy 
happiness. Beseech your majesty, the lawful 
mother of my wife has raised the surmise that 
the foe to thy peace is under this very roof. 


She prays to be brought into the presence of 
thy royal bride, of the merchant Sabakin, and 
the Boyarinia BasmanofF." 

" We love thee, good Maluta. Be it as thou, 
sayest, though first see to the business of 
the list. We shall be busy, Maluta, busy ; 
there's not a moment of that precious life, now 
fleeting fast for ever, but seals the death-war- 
rant of an enemy. The fiend shall not escape 
me, though Russia become one vast desert, 
A very feast, Maluta, have I in store for thee. 
The bier that supports the corpse of my mur- 
dered bride, shall be borne from the palace 
to the vault over the bodies of Russia's best 
nobility ! 

{< Short-sighted fools ! to sport with the life 
of their empress. But we will have our sport, 
too, good Maluta, and right royal sport shall 
it be. We have toys and pastimes good, have 
we not ? See to it, and spread the baubles in the 
market-place of the Kitaigorod — what sayest 


thou ? Some dozen scaffolds, eh ? and see the 
boiler be suspended, and stir well the faggots. 
Ha! ha! ha!" 

Maluta echoed the horrid laugh. 

" What thinkest, good Maluta ? 'twill be a 
merry funeral. We make thee chief of the 
ceremony — Marfa's executor, poor thing ! they 
are impatient for her spoils — we must humour 
them, Maluta. But away, thou hast work ! 
and I— must go pray for my wife." And the 
monarch directed his steps to the chamber of 
the dying bride. 

Maluta SkuratofF found time, before he dis- 
patched his duties, to return home, and an- 
nounce the success of his mission to the females 
who had solicited access to the palace. 

Our former acquaintance, Youry, for such 
it was, now in the garb of her own sex, and 
recognised as the mother of Katinka, had not 
been idle in relating her adventures to her 
child. A deep hatred of the family of Basma- 


noff was shared by mother and daughter. By 
the former, for the long bereavement of her 
child ; by the latter, for the heartless conduct 
of the Boyarinia, and her dismissal from hearth 
and kin in so summary a manner. It may well 
be conceived, that the Lady BasmanofF received 
little mercy from them, as they scanned her 
conduct in every particular, magnifying her 
sins under the influence of malice. At this 
period of affairs, Youiy heard, for the first 
time, the name of Sabakin coupled with that 
of the new Czarina — the origin of Marfa being 
so obscure, her election had been bruited 
generally as " the beauty of Novogorod ;" but 
the mother of Katinka started, when the name 
first met her ear. A train of thoughts suc- 
ceeded, the result of which was an application 
to her son-in-law, to obtain admission to the 
presence of the royal bride. 

That morning, however, it was reported, 
the young Czarina was dangerously ill; and 
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mysterious whispers were spread by some, that 
she was bewitched, and expiring under the 
baneful operation of sorcery; by others, that 
she was poisoned ; whilst all concurred in the 
belief, that she was past recovery. 

A strange concatenation of ideas presented 
itself to the women. Katinka recalled to mind 
the excitement of the Boyarinia, when Marfa 
Sabakin was proclaimed the Czar's elected 
bride ; her dark and mysterious hints, the 
sovereign's early widowhood — and now, in her 
hatred for the haughty woman, whose every 
feeling had been sacrificed at the shrine of 
ambition, she fashioned those half-intelligible 
words into meaning of fearful import; and 
the result was a confidential communication 
to Maluta Skuratoff, in order to interest him 
in obtaining for his wife's mother access to 
the palace. This information w r as, moreover, 
of the highest importance to himself, as he 
perceived at once that the hour had arrived 


to work the fall of the long-detested and 
haughty house of BasmanofF. 

Maluta having acquainted his wife and her 
mother with the Czar's gracious accordance of 
their request, mounted horse, and, followed by 
a troop of his blood-hunters, completed, in 
masterly style, the executions of the day, to 
the full satisfaction of Ivan Vassilivitch, his 
imperial master. 



" Basta dir, ch' io son amante, 

Per saper, clie ho gia nel petto 

Questo barbaro sospetto ; 

Che avvelena ogni piacer; 
Che ha cent 'occhi, e pur travede : 

Che il mal finge, il ben non crede ; 

Che dipinge nel sembiante 

I delirj del pensier." 

" In her eye there hath appear'd a fire," 
To burn the error that these princes hold 
Against her maiden truth." 

The Czarina was conscious of her approaching 
eath : and its certainty had the effect of in- 
vigorating her faculties, even of enlivening her. 
Life seemed to havenowno charm left to counter- 
balance its sorrows. The shortened span of her 
existence had embraced many blessings, whilst 


the close was brightened with anticipations of 
happiness. The devotion and love of her fel- 
low-creatures had accompanied her through 
infancy — the hand of her sovereign would close 
her eyes in death ; yet there was a void — an 
undefined longing for a destiny, dimly seen in 
perspective, to which she had been denied. 

Her pure spirit turned with a lingering fond- 
ness to the few beings in whom all her worldly 
joys were centred, ere she had ascended a 
throne ; and from out that little circle her 
memory fondly clung to the English maiden, 
the counterpart of her spotless mind, the friend 
after her own heart, though but the friend of 
a day. 

To desire was to give law to the household of 
the Czar, and a conveyance, with a numerous 
escort, to bring Grace Wilmington to the 
palace, followed speedily the messenger sent 
to prepare her for the honour that awaited 


Grace mourned in her soul for the dying 
Czarina, and prepared to obey the summons. 
But her father was by no means happy that 
any fresh cause should give occasion for the 
repetition of her former visit to the empress. 
Sir Thomas Randolph entered as the order 
from the palace was received, who, on witness- 
ing the distress visible on the countenance of 
Wilmington, anxiously, and with the freedom 
of an old friend, urged him to unburthen his 
mind. Master Walter, in his apprehension of 
his daughter's risk, was tempted at length 
to disclose the cause of his uneasiness, and to 
reveal to Sir Thomas the purport of the late 
visit of the officer of the Opritchnina, Theodore 

It required all the self-command of the am- 
bassador to conceal from his countryman his 
own feelings, which were acutely sensible of 
the danger of Grace. Assuming an outward 
tranquillity of mind, conscious at the same time 


that evasion from the commands of the Czar 
was impracticable, he endeavoured to allay the 
fears of the physician, and having partially suc- 
ceeded, he furthermore suggested the propriety 
of acquainting Grace with the overtures of the 
Czarevitch previous to her departure for the 
palace ; contending that, though it would dis- 
pel in some degree the innocent charm of her 
young mind, it would place her on her guard 
for the future ; and her own caution, combined 
with theirs, would serve more surely for her 
protection. The suggestion of Sir Thomas was 
approved by the parent, who immediately re- 
tired to communicate with his daughter, whilst 
the ambassador returned to his hotel, with one 
thought, one terror, absorbing every other in 
his breast, the peril of that lovely being, for 
whose safety he now felt that life itself would 
be a willing sacrifice. 

And now another thought of danger came 
to his feverish mind. Were it possible 


that the proposition of the depraved prince 
could be listened to ? Could ambition sur- 
mount, in the unsophisticated mind of Grace, 
the pure principles imbibed in youth ? Could 
she lend an ear to the seducing prospect of 
a crown, and forget the substantial joys that 
awaited her in a more humble union ? Impos- 
sible. Yet such were the agonizing reflections 
which incessantly tormented him. 

Dr. Wilmington had seated himself near to 
Grace, and his conversation, as he regarded her 
with all a father's affection, reverted to her 
mother's last request. 

" She said, almost with her last breath/' 
continued the doctor, that <( she wished her 
child should eschew the paths of ambition and 
wealth — that moderate in her desires, her virtue 
alone might fix the lover of her own rank — 
that her inclinations might not be thwarted 
in that choice which is for life." 

a Methinks, if she had lived, I should have 


loved her as yourself, and yet not have 
lessened my grateful affection for my indul- 
gent father." 

" Thou art young, my child, and knowest 
not the power of other affections. There is a 
love, which, paramount to every other, invades 
the heart. If true and loyal, it sanctifies and 
ennobles — if false and base, it turns to poison 
every joy. 

" Hear me, my child. What shouldst thou 
think of one, a mighty prince, 'whose power is 
secondary only in this great realm, who, to 
gratify his passions, would trample on the laws 
of Heaven and man ; who, before the altar of the 
living God, has sworn, but a few days by-gone, 
to honour, protect, and love his new-made 
wife, and even now would send her to a con- 
vent, that he might wed another?" 

" If such a one exists, assuredly he was 
forsworn, when he vowed love," said Grace. 


" What if this prince, forsworn, as thou hast 
said, yet heir to a mighty throne, did woo thee, 
and to prove his love to thee, did offer to 
divorce his bride, to make thee heiress of his 
kingdom in her stead?" 

u Nay, father, 'twere to be the heiress of a 
shadow — the possessor of short-lived greatness, 
and of early widowhood." 

" But to be raised from a plebeian rank — to 
sort with princes — to have a court, maybe a 
son, whose birthright were a crown." 

" Would offended Heaven bless that 



" I will be more explicit with thee," said the 
doctor, drawing nearer to Grace. f The Czare- 
vitch did, as thou may est know, some few days 
since, espouse a wife in third nuptials, Ins 
former wives, whom he had forced to take the 
veil, still living. But yesterday, his wanton 
gaze encountered a young and lovely girl, and 


straight forgetful of his new-made vows, offers 
to divorce this wife, if she consent to wed 

" O! lives there, father, one would give 
consent?" inquired Grace, with that virtuous 
simplicity so characteristic of her disposition. 

" Thou art young, my child, in the know- 
ledge of the world. 'Tis pity thou shouldst 
live to learn its wisdom. But soon or late the 
veil which hides it from thee must be rentj 
there is much villany to guard against. Learn, 
my daughter, the Czarevitch has made over- 
tures for thy hand. What answer shall I give 
the prince ?" 

Grace was seated at her father's feet, her 
arms resting on his knees, and gazing upwards 
to him, in all the usual calmness of their inter- 
views. The prelude of the conversation had 
not awakened any apprehension that she was 
at all personally concerned in the matter ; and 
thus taken by surprise, her countenance was 


for a few moments blank, as her comprehension 
was labouring to believe her father's words. 
But, as the certainty of the veracity of the only 
being in whom she had learnt to confide 
flashed on her mind, her whole person trem- 
bled, and she turned very pale. 

Her emotion did not escape the doctor's 
observation, as he placed his arm around her, 
and caressed her cheek. At length she tre- 
mulously spoke. 

" Would you, my dear father, see me wed ? 
would you have me love the prince ?" 

" I have no voice but for my child's hap- 

" And would you not counsel your poor 

u Aye, surely, my beloved ! — and I would 
say, shun this ill-assorted offer. Better 
to be the honoured wife of a plebeian, 
than the wretched consort of an unworthy 


Starting up, the lovely daughter of Walter 
Wilmington threw her arms round her parent's 
neck, and wept for joy as she kissed his fore- 
head again and again. 

A crowd of various feelings had succeeded 
each other rapidly in Grace's breast. Perhaps 
the dreaded Czar — perhaps their safety, might 
have operated with her father to support the 
proposition of the Czarevitch. But a strong 
yet indefinite feeling arose from the earliest 
germ of preference which had sealed her young 
heart's election, had magnified the danger, and 
for a moment her life seemed to hang upon the 
first words of her parent. Now her grateful 
bosom heaved with gratitude for a life that 
seemed to owe a double debt to her venerable 

At this moment the trampling of horses' 
hoofs, and the noise of carnage wheels at the 
door, warned them that the escort was waiting:. 


Wilmington and his daughter entered the 
vehicle, and were quickly conveyed to the 
palace of the Czar. 



33omdtu<>, — " ty}e JjaO ItbeD in pomp, anb beene 
autfjour of mud) mtsc&ccfe : JjaD conbcgcti mucjj trca= 
Sure out of t\)Z counterg/*— Horsey's Observations. 

" Le banquet nuptial fut lermine par des funerailles ! 

Haifa expira peut-etre yictimc dc la mechancete des 

hoinmes, peut-etre aussi cause infortunde dc la perte de tant 
d'innocens."— Karamsin. 

The ready caterer for the Czarevitch had 
duly apprised that prince that the English 
physician and his daughter were again sum- 
moned to the palace, and on the passage of 
Grace Wilmington through the ante-chamber 
of the Czarina, she found him stationed there 
with the young Basmanoff. 


She no longer met with indifference the 
audacious stare of the licentious son of the 
Czar, but drew her veil more closely round 
her. She now knew her danger, for lawless 
was the land, and powerless the subject ; she 
would have avoided the encounter of the privi- 
leged ruffian, for confidence was gone. Crime 
had no barrier, innocence no protection. The 
presumption of the Czarevitch was somewhat 
restrained by the proximity of the dying 
empress, and the surrounding gloom of 
mourning ; still more so by the reflection 
that the protecting hand of his father's bride 
was waxing cold and powerless, whence he 
gladly foresaw that the English girl would 
soon be at his mercy. These formed the only 
impediment to his passion, and to these Grace 
owed, in a measure, her uninterrupted access 
to the apartment of the empress. 

With what saddened feelings did the lovely 
girl enter the presence of the dying bride of 


Ivan. Since her last interview, the fatal effects 
of the assassin's deed were awfully manifest; 
and as she summoned to her aid her best 
courage, to behold again those altered but 
once beautiful features, that had so wonderfully 
won her admiration and love, she silently 
invoked Heaven for mercy on the gentle 
sufferer, now hurrying to an untimely grave. 

The envenomed drug, that circulated in the 
veins of the Czarina, like the treacherous hand 
that administered it, was not apparent to the 
world. Its insidious course had steered clear 
of the tell-tale surface, and her transparent skin 
still wore a healthy, though pallid hue. But 
her flesh had frightfully wasted away, and the 
small hand, extended for the homage of Grace, 
was greatly attenuated. 

Every thing around her spoke of death ; the 
Jew looked on with his never-ceasing smile, 
like the fixed grin of a mask, admitting, 
through its empty sockets, the fires of an 



inward hell. The high-born matron, chief 
of the household of the empress, restless, 
yet stationary, her eye cognisant of every 
movement, watching the dying, yet following 
the living, stood there, ever ready, shorn of 
her figured roundness— a moving spectre! 

All was death-like but the heaven-born 
maiden, now on the verge of the tomb. A 
smile of love and pleasure, as Grace kissed 
that extended hand, played on her faded 
cheek, like that of a blooming infant on its 
parent's grave, unconscious of its bereave- 

There was a partnership of soul between 
the English maiden and the Russian bride, 
which, in their pure thoughts, disarmed the 
sepulchre of its terrors, for each felt that the 
other was made for Heaven, and they hoped 
to meet again. 

" My sweet friend, " gently spoke the 
Czarina, as Grace bowed her head to catch 


the faintly spoken words of the expiring girl, 
" thou art beautiful, and oh ! how gentle — 
they tell me I was so; the eye of greatness 
rested on me, and I withered from that hour — 
yet did my sovereign love me. Had Heaven, 
in its mercy, spared me for my country's 
repose, — could I have lived a short space, to 
dry the tears of the oppressed, to stem the 
torrent of blood, to deserve the love of my 
subjects, to instil into the breast of the Czar 
the love of justice and mercy ; — oh ! then 
had I not been elevated to the throne in 
vain, and future generations would bless 
my name. My children ! does not all Russia 
acknowledge me their mother ? should have 
felt a mother's care. But vain the .new- 
born feelings of my heart! — it may not be — 
God hath given and he hath taken away, 
blessed be the name of the Lord." 

Exhausted with the effort of speaking, she 



" Friend of my heart," replied Grace, " be 
thou content — Heaven, in its wisdom, hath so 
ordained it, and though to mortal eyes, Russia 
shall lose in thee her brightest ornament, the 
star whose gentle light and benign influence 
should conduct her to happiness, yet will the 
savour of thy virtues remain around thy Czar, 
and impel him to deeds worthy a great sove- 
reign ; and shall not the emanation of thy 
universal love raise a worthy successor to thy 
greatness ? A hero " 

a A hero has arisen, my beloved Grace. 
Bring hither thine ear," and her cheek almost 
touched the lips of her dying friend. " He 
comes for Russians regeneration. I have seen 
him, the wise, the prompt, the bold ! In one 
hand, the diadem of the barbarian foreigner; 
in the other, the sword of victory. My heart 
would fain aid him in the glorious work. In 
vain my wishes. Oh ! God, thy will, not mine, 
be done." 


They parted for life, in sadness, but not in 
despair, like those travellers, -whose goal is the 
same, yet -whose burthen impedes some, while 
others push on with the elastic step of youth, 
and are but the avant-couriers of their com- 
panions. Marfa looked with angelic be- 
nignity on her friend ; she bade her farewell 
for a season, and Grace, in tears, slowly left 
the palace. 

The Czar entered the apartment of his bride 
as the English girl left it, but not unmindful 
of her as she past ; he turned a momentaiy 
thought upon her even in the midst of his 

But now, maddened by the conviction that 
an unerring blow had been struck at his 
happiness, a sudden change had come over 
him. His eye sparkled as formerly, his step 
had recovered some of its past firmness, his 
countenance its wonted appearance. Yet his 
bride was irrecoverably lost —perishing beneath 


his eye. Had he ceased to love the resigned 
victim of treachery? No — but he had com- 
menced her revenge, and he now snatched a 
moment from the slaughter of his slaves, to 
refresh his heart with the sight of her whose 
wrong had goaded him to massacre. 

It was agony to see the loveliest of the 
human race torn from life — from his arms, 
by traitors. A demon loved the dying 
maid — and a demon avenged her. Anon, he 
turned to depart, impatient for the extermi- 
nation of his foes, when Sabakin, our good 
merchant of Novogorod, accompanied by a 
female of the plebeian order, was announced, 
and Ivan remembered the important com- 
munication of Maluta Skuratoff. Ordering 
the latter to be summoned to his presence 
with the party announced, he resumed his 
seat by the couch of his bride. 

When they entered the presence, it seemed 
as if the Boyarinia Basmanoff had awakened 


from a long lethargy, for her glance was so 
intently fixed upon the female who entered, 
that all its latent fire was gathered in one 
steadfast look upon her features. It was 
Youry. Her memory, in its activity, traced 
back long years of eventful times, to which 
those features were assimilated, and in which 
the possessor of them had borne a conspicuous 

Meanwhile, the usual prostrations at the 
feet of the Czar were gone through, and the 
strangers awaited the sufferance of his majesty 
to enter upon the subject of their mission. 
Vassili Sabakin availed himself of that per- 
mission, to approach his long adopted child, 
his beloved Marfa. He bent over her, he 
inhaled her breath, as if he would snatch 
away the enemy of her existence, or imbibe 
it, that he might share the fate of her who 
for years had thrown a heavenly light over 
his path; his inexpressible grief overwhelmed 


him, and lie was only recalled to himself by 
the voice of the Czar. 

et Speak, woman ! here, in presence of thy 
Czarina; and let thy stoiy have the stamp of 
truth, or, by the love I bear this drooping 
flower, thy life shall make amends for every 
moment thou dost delay my revenge." 

"Most gracious sovereign ! ready is thy 
slave, and true her story. The Lady Basmanoff 
must stand before thee, for my narration doth 
pertain to her." 

A commanding motion of the hand of Ivan 
brought the Boyarinia full before them. 

" Look in my face, proud lady ! Dost thou 
not remember me ? I mean not as when I 
came to thee a hireling slave, clad in male 
attire, but such as now I seem, a woman, and 
a mother ?" 

The undefined recollections of the Boyarinia 
now took a more tangible shape, and her coun- 
tenance became at once intelligent. 


u I Mill aid thy memory, lady ; 'tis now 
sixteen years agone — the Boyar, thy husband, 
was Voyvode of Novogorod. I became a 
mother the day thou gavest birth to twins ; 
and I received, as nurse, the charge of one 
of the twain, thy infant daughter " 

(t Remembrance serves me now. Thou 
sayest truly, and I recall thy features/' ob- 
served the Boyarinia, with trepidation. 

" Hideous disease," continued the nurse, 
" displayed itself in thy infant, and to save 
my own from infectious contact, I brought thy 
child back to thee. Thou didst disown it, for 
it was a loathsome spectacle, and it seemed 
marked for death. In thy power over my 
humble lot, thou didst enforce an unjust claim 
to mine offspring, and didst outrage nature 
by exchanging thine " 

(t Save your majesty ! to this the Boyarinia 
has since confessed," interrupted Maluta, " for 
when it pleased my mighty lord to bestow her 
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supposed daughter upon his unworthy sen-ant, 
did she publicly disown her, not relishing the 
alliance with me." 

(( Methinks, proud lady \" sarcastically ob- 
served the Czar, " that, had we made thy 
daughter our empress, thou hadst not so 
readily confessed the subterfuge." 

The Boyarinia sank at the feet of his 
majesty, imploring forgiveness. 

A faint, soft voice reached the ear of Ivan, 
beseeching the mercy of the autocrat towards 
the suppliant. 

" Thou hast thy prayer," was the response 
of the Czar to the prostrate lady ; " but know, 
by Russians law, the adopted child hath a legal 
claim with the lawfully begotten ; so we pro- 
nounce, that thou do share thy son's inherit- 
ance with Maluta's bride. We will not 
have our honest subjects wronged. And see 
to it, Maluta! A fair division with thee of 
the B asm anoff estate." 


" Your gracious mercy, Czar, let me implore 
again !" hurriedly interposed the Boyarinia, 
as this summary distribution of her wealth 
roused her fears. (< Beseech your majesty ! the 
changeling may still live, and by your ma- 
jesty's decision, the division of the estate would 
in that case appertain to three, unless my de- 
serted child were wronged. Good woman, say, 
did my afflicted offspring survive that horrible 
disease ?" 

" She did ! she lives !" 

" O speak ! where ? A life of penance shall 
atone for all : wealth shall pour its gifts upon 
thee [" said the agitated lady, as Bomelius op- 
portunely came to her support. 

" I was poor. The labour of my hands was 
my only support. Thy daughter's suffering 
needed ceaseless care. I heard that there were 
charitable souls, and found one who released 
me from the charge, adopted thy discarded child, 


who, in that fearful disease, seemed to have 
paid the penalty of all future bodily affliction, 
for she grew in grace and beauty, rare to 

The eagerness with which the Boyarinia 
listened to the last passage was almost painful 
to behold. Exhausted with her vigils, she was 
scarcely able to support herself, and the Jew 
sustained her in his arms. 

" I heard no more of her, for her benefactor 
left Novogorod to inhabit a distant province, till 
some days since, when in consequence of the 
proclamation of the emperor of his intended elec- 
tion, the name of Sabakin first reached my ear. 
I sought out the benefactor of former years. 
Behold him here ! The protector of thy 
daughter, Marfa Sabakin, now empress of all 
the Russias \" 

A sudden silence succeeded these words ; not 
a breath was heard. But the death-stricken 


bride of Russia's Czar had raised herself with 
almost superhuman effort, and fixed her eyes, 
whence shone a beam of celestial light upon 
the Boyarinia. The Czar had risen from his 
seat ; Sabakin, — the nurse, — were motionless ; 
even Maluta was rivetted to the spot. 

The Boyarinia had closed her eyes as the 
last words of the nurse were uttered, but her 
features were drawn, her lips compressed, as 
if the stroke of death had converted them to 
endless fixedness. 

It lasted, however, but a short space. The 
mind had been stunned, and now burst forth 
the ungovernable tide of anguish and despair. 

Bomelius supported her, and made an effort 
to release himself, but in the sudden convulsion 
of her frame her fingers had gyved him with 
the iron force of a warrior's gauntlet. 

She has opened her eyes, and that trembling 
wretch shrinks beneath her terrible glance. 


"With a maniac's strength she has seized his 
throat. In her convulsive and concentrated 
power, the Jew was lifted off his feet and 
dashed to the ground, half dead with fear and 

" I gave the drug — but that villain prepared 
it for her \" said the Boyarinia, still fixing her 
horror-stricken gaze upon the Jew. 

" Gave — prepared — what?" cried the Czar, 
in a voice of thunder, as he sprang forward • 

" The poison !" continued the Boyarinia, in 
the same even tone of voice, still gazing on the 
prostrate form of Bomelius. 

A shrill protracted scream was heard, faintly 
dying away, which penetrated into the souls of 
the witnesses of that scene, and which long 
rang in the memory of those who survived. 
It was the herald of a departing spirit fright- 
ened from that abode of guilt. The throne of 
Russia's Czarina was again vacant — the dis- 


consolate heart of Ivan was widowed for ever : 
for Marfa, the gentle, the beautiful, the re- 
deeming spirit of a crime-stained court was no 
more ! 



"Au moment ou Philippe, revetu de ses habits sacerdotaux, 
disait la messe dans le temple de l'Assomption, on voit par- 
aitre le Boyard Basmanoff, tenant un papier a la main accom- 
pagne d'une troupe d'Opritchniks armes 

" II eonjura pour la derniere fois le tzar d'avoir pitie de la 
Russie. Le prince, au lieu de lui repondre, fait un signe a 
ses soldats, qui se saisissent de Philippe, l'entrainent et le 
jettent dausun cachot charge de fers." — Karamsin. 

Whilst the events we have just related were 
passing in the palace, the congregated flock of 
the metropolitan were receiving from the lips 
of their pastor the word of hope and promise, 
in the temple of the Assumption. Mourning 
was in their hearts for the dying bride of Ivan. 


They had suffered themselves to look forward 
to a brighter day ; for the virtues of Marfa had 
been echoed through the land, as the voice of 
their redemption from destruction. The tidings 
of her fading life were death to their hopes, 
whilst the avenger was abroad again, making 
desolate their hapless city. The patriarch was 
himself subdued : he had exhausted prayer for 
his unhappy country, in his ceaseless vigils. 
But a few days past, his hopes had revived. 
He had proclaimed to Russia a saving angel, 
in the gentle being now hastening to decay. 
His last hope rested on the influence of her 
loveliness and virtue ; the wasting pulse of life 
destroyed that hope, and despair alone re- 
mained. The man of God saw no mortal 
means of safety, and looked forward to the 
ordinations of an all-wise, unerring Provi- 
dence ; and to the last he held out the promise, 
the cheering ray of salvation. The wretched 
Muscovites clung to him in their sorrow ; they 


crowded the cathedral ; night and day he be- 
stowed his benediction, and the multitude 
returned it by invoking blessings upon his 
head. As if they felt some secret dread that 
he was singled out for destruction, they as- 
sembled around him to share his last moments, 
to hear his last words. 

The metropolitan was arrayed in his pon- 
tifical robe, the white mitre was on his vener- 
able head ; the golden image of the holy gate, 
the insignia of his ecclesiastical rank, was 
suspended to his breast, the pastoral crook 
was in his hand : he had arrayed himself for 
death in his earthly honours. 

The tramp of horses was heard. A pre- 
sentiment of evil came with the sound, as it 
increased upon the ears of the people. The 
terrified congregation looked upon each other, 
then upon the patriarch. In him they beheld 
the calm of resignation, as he pronounced the 
words — " Behold ! my hour is come." 


The Basmanoffs appeared in the chancel. 
Armed to the teeth was the numerous escort 
of the Opritchnina. Alexis BasmanofF held 
the sealed warrant for the apprehension of 
Philip. Advancing to the centre of the tra- 
peza, he ordered Ins son to read aloud the 
decree. "By command of the Czar and the 
clergy, Philip is degraded from the rank of 
high priest." At a signal, satellites invaded 
the sanctuary, seized the metropolitan, tore 
from his person the sacred badge of his office, 
and, casting over him a coarse cassock, he was 
driven from the cathedral with brooms, and led 
to the presence of the Czar. On his way, the 
multitude was in vain kept at bay by the 
escort : they pressed around, unmindful of the 
danger to life ; they kissed his garments, they 
implored his last, blessing ; and the holy man 
imparted hope to his bereaved flock, as he 
pointed to heaven, and bade them direct 


their prayers to a higher power than earth 

The Czar watched from the Kremlin the 
arrival of the expected troop of the Opritch- 
nina. At length, a vast multitude approached 
the Kremlin. A thousand voices, invoking 
blessings, struck upon his ear. They were 
bestowed upon his subject— and that subject 
was the hated Philip. Ivan gnashed his teeth, 
muttering curses. 

From the first, the insinuation of the Jew 
had not influenced him, and his suspicious 
breast had acquitted the prelate of the execrable 
deed ; but it was the popularity of the holy man 
that galled him. He felt how much Philip 
merited the love of his fellow-men, whilst he 
himself deserved their execration. It was the 
virtues of the prelate that goaded him to hate, 
to destroy ; and now that he had trumped up a 
case of defamation, purchased from a perjured 


wretch, he could forbid his slaves to mourn for 
him, to bless his memory. 

In the presence of his mortal judge, the 
prelate appeared with that sublime, calm dig- 
nity, which is beyond the reach of the servile 
and the base. It placed him on a proud emi- 
nence; the accusers seemed the accused, the 
judges what they were, the delinquents. He 
deigned no reply to their false charges, even to 
the last; the weal of his fellow-men was the 
desire of his heart, and his last words were an 
exhortation to Ivan to spare his people. As he 
turned to his accuser, his judges, the Bas- 
manoffs, and other minions of the Czar, they 
quailed beneath his eye, and the monarch, 
unable to speak, as the sentence of imprison- 
ment for life was pronounced upon the metro- 
politan, gave the signal, and his satellites, seiz- 
ing the prelate, loaded him with chains, and 
dragged him to the dungeons of the Kremlin. 


The dangerous difficulty was now sur- 
mounted ; and the hated prelate, doomed to 
the dungeon-cell, Mas so far a step nearer to 
eternity. The despot wished, yet trembled; 
u but the day would come" whilst he detested 
more than ever the slaves that had dared to 
love their faithful pastor. 

"With renovated fury he sprung to horse, 
followed by the dreaded shout of his extermi- 
nating legion, who galloped off in his suite, the 
ready instruments of slaughter. 

But the people who bowed to his cruelties 
were not resigned to the loss of their venerable 
pastor. They surrounded the place of his con- 
finement ; night and day they watched, they 
prayed. Threats, executions, held them no 
longer in awe ; and Ivan, the universal exter- 
minator, dared not yet take the solitary life of 
Philip. His sanctity had a charm which he 
trembled to invade. In this dilemma, he 


caused the prelate to be at once removed from 
the Kremlin to the distant monastery of 

The successor of Philip was a being calcu- 
lated to bend to the despot's will— to cloak his 
enormities, to screen his abominations. He 
was invested, in the usual form, with the badge 
of prelacy, the image of the golden gate, and 
the white mitre. But the congregation assem- 
bled to witness the imposing ceremony was 
very limited. Philip was in their memory, in 
their hearts ; and a mournful silence was main- 
tained when his successor ascended the chair 
of the chief of the church, at the moment 
when the felicitations of the people are heard, 
and answered by his blessing, and an invo- 
cation for the prosperity of the Czar concludes 
the ceremony. 

At that instant, big with all the triumph and 
pomp of a wealthy church, a circumstance 



occurred, -which, from its important and direful 
results, demands a rigid scrutiny throughout ; 
and we are compelled to retrace our steps to 
the hotel of the English embassy, and to the 
dwelling of Walter Wilmington. 



" On evitait sa rencontre comme celle d'une bete fauve dans 
la saison du rut." — Hist, de Russie, &c. 

" She is put in the ground, alive, up to the neck, till she 
dies." — Crull's Muscovy. 

" On lui avait noue autour de la tete, et du col, un linge 

" Elle etait gardee par trois ou quatre soldats, qui avaient 
ordre de ne lui laisser rien donner, a boire ni a manger, qui 
put lui prolonger la vie." — Oleakius. 

Stfomclhtg j&ogtet). — "53c(ng racket), f)te iacfec ant> 
footm cut tutt£» fogre fofjipS, f)c confesses mote t&ait 
tlje examiners focre toilling t\)e lEmpcrour sl)oulO 
fenoto." — Horsey's Observations. 

The news of the death of the Empress of all 
the Russias was officially announced. The 
boom of the mighty bell of Ivan Veliki, in 
solemn and measured knell, proclaimed to all 



Moscow the departure of the soul of the short- 
lived maiden-bride of Ivan. 

None wept the young Czarina with more 
unfeigned regret than Grace Wilmington, for 
she, at least, bewailed the loss of Marfa, 
divested of her attributes of sovereignty ; and 
to her was revealed the villany that had 
caused the death of the amiable and lovely '■ 
being, whose virtues held forth a promise of 
peace, and even happiness, to her blighted ' 

The city of Moscow contained another true . 
heart, that treasured the image of that empress 
with more than a subject's iove. He had 
awaited the progress of her malady, had 
haunted the vicinage of the palace day and 
night, for one cheering word of hope — in vain. 
The first rumour of Maria's death reached him 
in the palace-yard. It was Koltzo. 

The morning that succeeded the day of her 
demise, the Krasnoi Kriltzo was thronged with 


people, who, in procession, were ascending 
the steps which separated by a railing those 
who were descending, in equal order. The 
state chamber was open to the multitude. It 
was lighted with torches, day-light being ex- 
cluded, and the apartment was hung with 
black drapery. 

In the centre was raised a platform, breast- 
high ; at each of the four comers, a pillar sup- 
ported a lofty dais, or canopy, from which was 
suspended a festooned drapery of cloth of gold ; 
and in each compartment was an escutcheon, 
bearing the arms of Ivan Vassilivitch, Czar, 

embossed in gold. Around the platform were 


three steps, which were ascended, one by one, 

by the weepers; upon that platform reposed 

the inanimate form of Marfa, Czarina of Russia. 
It was her motionless hand they came to kiss, 

as it lay upon a zibelline fur, equalling in its 

whiteness the unsunned snow of the vales_of 



The crowd progressed in solemn order, to 
pay the last tribute of respect to the dead, 
making their entrance and exit at different 
doors; a guard of the Haiduks was stationed 
along the passages. Decorum and silence 
prevailed, which was only interrupted by the 
wail of the professional weepers, who were 
collected at the head of the bier. Smoking 
censers wafted an incessant fragrance around- 

Marfa was dressed for the grave, in the; 
habit of the religious order of St. Basil. The' 
Redeemer's cross lay in her hand, the smile of 
innocence reposed on her lips, — she looked like 
a sleeping flower on the bosom of night, which 
the first ray of light would recall to life. 

The weepers for the dead, according to 
custom, poured forth their lamentations ; but 
this time many truths were mingled in their 
lugubrious and wild chaunt. 

Many a half-suppressed sigh was heard, 


many a tear glistened in the eye, but their 
grief had no time for display; the throng 
poured in, and each successive visitor had 
but a momentaiy and hurried glimpse of 
the dead. Once there was a pause, and the 
thronging multitude were stopped. A warrior 
knelt beside the corpse — his lips were pressed 
with fervour on that lifeless hand. He heeded 
not the pressure of the crowd, nor the signals 
to pass on ; his brain was busy with the recol- 
lections of the past — his heart was bankrupt ; 
and Koltzo, the Cossacque, was borne from 
the bier of the virgin empress by the attend- 
ants. The air recalled his fleeting senses; 
but, heedless of surrounding objects, he passed 
on. Desolation was around — the scaffolds and 
their victims. He was now in the slaughter- 
house of the Czar— the place of execution. 

A troop of horsemen galloped past him with 
wild and lawless shouts, headed by Ivan. 

The Czar was mounted on a superb charger. 


His kolpack, of the black -wolf-skin, was bor- 
dered with lamine of gold, that waved with 
every breath, like the softest plumes. His 
purple robe, surcharged with gold embroidery, 
was fastened round his waist by a sash, or 
girdle, from which were suspended two long' 
knives, and a dagger pointed at each end ; at 
his back was hung an arm like the Cesto Vir- 1 
giliano, and his right hand grasped an iron 
staff, upwards of a cube in length, surmounted 
by a knob wrought in gold : this was the hunt- 
ing dress of Ivan. 

Like shadows before the sun, the Muscovites 
disappeared at his approach ; they fled before 
the huntsman like frightened deer. At the 
farther end of the square was a group, ap- 
parently awaiting his approach, and the troop 
dashed forward, laughing and shouting. 

The point at which the Czar and his blood- 
hounds halted, was a newly-dug grave; the 
party surrounding it consisted of a body of the 


Strelitz soldiers, evidently iu attendance on the 
Boyarinia Basmanoff, who, lacerated to the 
bone from the application of the knout, her 
body enveloped in a coarse white cloth, a 
bandage of the same bound round her head, 
stood awaiting in horror the completion of her 
sentence, which was to be buried to the chin 
in the newly-made grave, and there left to 
expire amidst the pangs of hunger and thirst, 
under the surveillance of a strict guard. 

The Czar's arrival was the signal to seize 
her, and she was at once lowered into the pit, 
in a standing posture, whilst the grave-diggers 
shovelled in the earth and carefully packed it 
around her. * 

Gregoriovna thought not, at that awful mo- 
ment, of him who stood to witness the execu- 
tion of her sentence ; her retributive reflections 
were in the past, and limited were the powers 
of human vengeance, compared with the curse 


of her own conscience. What were the tor- 
tures of the body ? a span in their duration — 
her fears were beyond the grave, and she 
trembled to die ; even her protracted suffering 
was mercy, for she dared not think of an here- 

The avenger now turned to other work. In 
the centre of the square was kindled an enor- 
mous fire. To an iron beam was chained an 
object now scarcely to be recognised, so much 
was his outward semblance changed by the 
scorching heat ; but the punishment was not to 
end with the day. It was Bomelius. The exult- 
ing shout of Ivan recalled him the assassin to 
himself. He opened his eyes, which had been 
closed from excruciating torture; they met the 
savage grin of his tormentor. 

tc Mercy, mercy \" exclaimed the Jew, " and 
I will reveal to thee secrets that shall save thy 
life. Traitors surround thee ! the dagger of the 


regicide is unsheathed! Save me, save me! 
and thy safety shall be the reward." 

It was the only key to his heart — self-preser- 
vation — and Ivan ordered the torture to be sus- 
pended. A frightful outline of the human form 
was lowered from the stake, and the Czar ap- 
proached the hideous object. 

" Traitors are now in thy presence, O Czar ! 
the instigators of the treason of Novogorod 
live — all but the guilty have perished, the Bas- 
manoffs. Suffer me to regain strength, to 
recover breath to divulge, and thou shalt know 
all-I faint." 

" Eemove the wretch!" exclaimed the Czar; 
u the torture shall be deferred — we will know 
all ; and then the faggots shall blaze again to 
light the unbeliever to his tomb." 

The half-roasted Jew Avas conveyed back to 

Once more the Czar spurred his charger to 
D 2 


the grave of the Boyarinia. He paused to gaze 
upon the infanticide ; and with a smile of satis- 
faction on his countenance, he returned to the 
Kremlin to feast and to pray. 



" The monkey one day getting loose, got into a church that 
was near where the ambassador lived, and threw down some 
of the pictures which were placed on a shelf in the church, it 
being the Russian way not to hang up the pictures of saints, 
for they reckon that not honourable, but to place them on a 
shelf." — Perry's State of Russia. 

" This monkey one day got into one of the Muscovite 
churches, hard by the English resident's house, and tumbled 
down some of their saints." — Crull's Muscovy. 

VTe now arrive at one of those solemn passages 
of history which, engraven upon the memory, 
are in themselves of such importance, that the 
annalist appears as the mere amanuensis of 
destiny and events. 

Our old acquaintance, Jocko, was no longer 


a mere dependent upon favour ; he had claims 
on the consideration of the domestic coterie of 
Wilmington, that were a passport to the highest 
estimation of the ambassador and his secretary, 
and consequently of the whole suite. But it 
was with Grace, more particularly, that the 
monkey had curried favour, and was so con- 
scious of it, that it must be confessed he did 
somewhat presume, well knowing that a smile 
from his patroness would always disarm the 
anger of Sir Thomas, when provoked by his 
mischievous propensities. 

Master Tubervile had also recovered his 
standing in the estimation of the doctor's 
daughter, having learned to appreciate the 
whims and oddities of her favourite Jocko, and 
in truth the secretary's talents and acquire- 
ments were no mean acquisition to the social 
party. His profound knowledge of the celes- 
tial bodies, his interesting calculations on mo- 
tion, distance, and magnitude, combined with 


the growing interest they took in his prediction 
of an eclipse of the sun, now fast approaching, 
obtained for him at all times respectful atten- 
tion. This gifted individual had withal that 
modesty which pertaineth to learning, and was 
ever unobtrusive, whilst the reputation of his 
learning had gone abroad. The Muscovites were 
heard to say that the outlandish star-gazer was 
gifted with supernatural powers ; and the day, 
the hour of the approaching eclipse, which had 
been rehearsed from lip to lip, was ominously 
repeated, and they kept at a respectful distance 
from the vicinage of the Englishman. 

The secretary's reputation as a sorcerer, 
coupled with the conviction of Jocko's demo- 
nocracy, acquired for the English party a 
respectful reverence, more effectual than any 
mundane power that could have been exerted 
to repel an insidious enemy. The party, thus 
screened by an imaginary rampart, were com- 
paratively safe amidst the turmoil of massacre. 


On the eve, however, of the inauguration of 
the new metropolitan, an event befell them which 
caused no inconsiderable alarm to the guests at 
Walter Wilmington's. Jocko had been unusu- 
ally dejected; the day had passed in tears with 
Grace, who was deeply affected by the fate of 
the empress, and her affection seemed to have 
been participated by the monkey. All at once 
he was missing. None had noticed his de- 
parture. The hotel was searched in vain ; Pug 
was no where to be found. 

Certainly, next to those human beings who 
formed~her little world of society, Jocko had 
become essential to the domestic circle of the 
lovely hostess. Ever since he had scared away 
the obnoxious messenger of the Czarevitch, he 
had risen in importance in an inverse ratio to 
beauty. He was moreover the faithful Mercury 
of the friendly neighbours, and during the 
short hours of absence, the bearer of sundry 
communications from the embassy; and had 


been dignified with the cognomen of u Queen's 
Messenger," although the contents of the bag 
of embassy were not always diplomatic, for 
sometimes it contained gloves, and ribands, 
and occasionally some of those scented pomades 
and aquatics, then so very recherche ; a de- 
gradation to which the despatch bags of a more 
modern epoch were certainly never reduced. 

To allay the anxiety of Grace, the household 
of the ambassador were dispatched in all direc- 
tions. Meanwhile Pug, who with true philo- 
sophy was determined to shake off the blue- 
devils — whatever kindred the Muscovites might 
suppose him to have with them — had prome- 
naded the well-known roofs which had so long 
sheltered him, to take the air, and for some 
reason had prolonged his ramble more than 
usual. The night was calm, the streets were 
more silent than ordinary ; that day the 
slaughter had taken place in the Kitaigorod; 
and as his glance peered over the vicinity, lie 


was induced to wander further. Ascending and 
descending from house to house, the adventurer, 
unnoticed, reached the boundary wall of the 
Kremlin, and hence he took a commanding view 
of the prospect— of the lifeless masses of the 
murdered — of the somnolent watchers of the 
city, drowsy from the exertions of the day; — of 
the scaffolds, where, in their last convulsions, 
the expiring victims were yielding up their 
breath. It was a new scene even for our 
travelled monkey, and no doubt he noted with 
due precision the mutability of human affairs, 
congratulating himself on his more favoured 
race. The moon shone unclouded and bright, 
as if no crimes had darkened the theatre of 
her splendour. All was silent as death, or its 
semblance, sleep ; and nothing moved but one 
small object, rolling to and fro, yet seemingly 
revolving upon its centre. The guards were 
asleep, yet was this object in incessant motion. 
Pug grew bolder; his curiosity knew no 


limits ; vaulting to the ground, he took a closer 
view. Even then a ray of the moon shed its 
silver light in added brightness, and two human 
eye-balls glared full upon him— it was a living 
head— it was the buried Boyarinia. Even now 
that life had almost passed away, the vision of 
a fiend in one big throe of horror, commu- 
nicated strength of suffering, and she uttered 
an appalling shriek. 

Startled from their sleep, the watchers be- 
held the apparition of a demon, and fled, whilst 
the alarm, spread to the distant sentries, was 
answered by the clang of their halberds on the 
triangular iron alarums suspended in the courts 
of every house in Moscow. 

Whilst the report spread that it was his Sata- 
nic Majesty, Jocko decamped as rapidly as if the 
said personage were at his heels, and for greater 
security, clambered up the walls of the cathe- 
dral, gained admission at the belfry, and lower- 
ing himself into the body of the church, took 


refuge for the night in the shrine of the Iko- 
nostas of the ancient cathedral of the Kremlin. 

The light of the moon supplied Pug with a 
vision of the miraculous images. Enshrined in 
gold were the Ethiopian features of the Virgin 
of Jerusalem, but the profane visitor held her 
beauty in little reverence ; nor did he heed the 
sacred nail, the remnant of the robe of the 
Virgin, the right hand of St. Andrew, or the 
embalmed head of Gregory the Theologian; 
and much was lost upon him in the inscriptions 
on the silver labels of each immaculate treasure 
— his learning not having extended to the old 

He ascended the patriarchal chair, whence, 
having extended his glance upon the deserted 
chancel, he climbed a four-pillared wooden 
canopy, which surmounted the pulpit, to take 
a wider survey. 

Although we are prepared to admit that the 
bodily energies and capabilities of monkies are 


considerable, and possess high, authority to 
prove that they have been known to undergo 
great fatigue, as well as to perform astonishing 
feats of strength, — yet even a monkey may be- 
come exhausted, and so it fared with our friend. 

Feeling drowsiness stealing over him, he 
relished much the security of his elevated 
position. Ensconcing himself, therefore, as 
comfortably as the carving of the wooden 
canopy would permit, and effectually concealed 
from view, he resigned himself to the enjoy- 
ment of a sleep, as innocent and undisturbed 
as ever blessed the eyelids of a monkey. 

The day broke, bright as ever, over the vast 
city, laying bare the deeds of man ; but Jocko 
was still unconscious of all. The opening of 
the gates, the preparation for the ceremony 
of the inauguration of a new metropolitan, 
with all the pomp and circumstance of eccle- 
siastical magnificence, was by him unheeded. 
The clergy of a hundred parishes were there ; 


a thousand lamps and lighted candelabras 
blended with the beam of day, and clouds 
of incense were wafted to the vaulted roof. 

It was at that solemn moment when the 
new patriarch ascends the pontifical chair, 
when the innumerable bells at once break the 
imposing silence to proclaim the election, that 
Pug awoke. The loud sound of the anthem, 
the acclamations, and the ringing of bells, 

" Burst his bonds of sleep asunder, 

And roused liirn like a rattling peal of thunder." 

Is it a dream? thought Jocko, or reality? 
and peeping through the carved frieze that 
bordered the canopy, he took a cautious survey 
of men and things. A vast throng was beneath 
him, a moving parterre of human heads ; but 
though he was some time making his obser- 
vation, we are not prepared to say that phre- 
nology was then a monkeyiana science. But 
silence was resumed, for the metropolitan 
was about to address the congregation. The 


pastoral crook was in his hand, he waved it 
gently as he commenced his discourse, and as 
he bent forward, the lofty mitre of the high 
church dignitaiy, studded with costly gems, 
and resplendent with its lavish adornments, 
moved tantalizingly before Jocko, and almost 
within his grasp. Once, indeed, he protruded 
his paw to snatch at the dazzling head-dress ; 
but, fortunately, the attempt had not been 
noticed, for the congregation faced the metro- 
politan, whilst Pug was in the rear. 

But monkeys, after all, and we are bound to 
confess it, much as we have laboured to prove 
their discretionary powers, are not always 
under such control, and in this instance we 
draw further inference of their affinity to man, 
since they are equally frail, oftentimes as im- 
prudent, and as frequently prone to mischief. 

The pastoral wand still waved to and fro, 
most provokingly, before the eyes of Jocko; 
at length it reposed against the canopy. The 


impulse was irresistible, and the paw of Pug 
leisurely drew it out of the hand of the pa- 

We hear the reader exclaim, (C Why did the 
priest let it go ?" Aye, there^s the rub. 

But it was a superstitious age. The prelate 
was surrounded by the^immaculate and miracle- 
working images, and there was nothing living, 
to his knowledge, 'twixt him and the vaulted 
roof. The miraculous ascension of his wand 
palsied his hand, paralysed his frame, choked 
his utterance, — and he stood as if turned to 

The congregation had witnessed the ascen- 
sion without detecting the cause — for the para- 
pet of the canopy still concealed Jocko — they 
were electrified. Some shouted a miracle ! a 
miracle ! but the majority were in conster- 

Noav, it had entered the brain of Jocko that, 
if once in possession of the pastoral hook, he 


could fish therewith for that object of his ad- 
miration, the metropolitan's magnificent cap. 
The thought and the deed were one. Finding 
himself in undisturbed possession of the rod, 
he extended the hook to a convenient knot in 
the mitre, and the bare head of the unresisting 
priest was suddenly exposed, as the episcopal 
crown swung mid-air. At that moment the 
congregation, subdued, overcome with the om- 
nipresence of the supernatural cause of miracles, 
prostrated themselves ; when, lo ! the monkey 
having hooked his game, now contrived to 
secure it, and his form was exposed to view. 

Such a Babel was never seen nor heard as 
the interior of the cathedral now presented 
of shouts, groans, hisses, and imprecations. 
" The devil ! the devil !" was the predominant 
exclamation ; and many gave themselves up 
for lost, invoking every saint; and, in the full 
conviction that their last hour was come, pite- 
ously made more sincere confession of their 


peccadilloes than they had ever before troubled 
their ghostly advisers with. 

Meanwhile some had hastened for succour, 
and soon arrived with a troop of archers ; but 
when they appeared, Pug had effected a land- 
ing with his treasure upon the shelf which 
supported the holy relics, for be it known, 
with becoming civility the Muscovites never 
hanged their images or pictures of saints, the 
like treatment not being considered honourable 
to such worshipful company. Sad was the 
havoc which ensued. Perceiving their hostile 
intentions, Jocko soon discovered that his best 
friends were his heels, and observing a means 
of escape from the shelf through an adjoining 
window, he pursued his sacrilegious course 
in such haste and trepidation, that innumerable 
were the arms, legs, heads, and bones of im- 
maculate saints that rattled on the pavement 
of the chancel, as they were dislodged to give 
him free passage, to the scandal of the good 


Muscovites, whilst, with more success than he 
deserved. Jocko effected his escape from the 
church. But danger awaited him without : and 
now we come to an illustration of one of the 
innumerable advantages which the race of Jocko 
possessed over man. The philosopher, Hel- 
vetius, has maintained that the human hand 
developes the faculties, fashions the object of 
thought, and is in toto the mainspring of the 
mind. On his authority, how superlative must 
be the attributes of the monkey. Man pos- 
sesses but two ; this gifted race has four, — and 
each answering the purposes of foot and hand. 
Thus endowed, Helvetius goes far to prove that 
man is the inferior animal. But we digress. 
If Pug had been for a moment sanctified as a 
worker of miracles, his escape at least was 
miraculous. With surprising agility he climbed 
the domes, the chains, the crosses, then lowered 
himself from roof to roof, from house to house, 
and in that labyrinth of edifices, steeples, 



minarets, and spires, soon effected his retreat, 
distancing his pursuers, and effectually con- 
cealing himself till the hue and cry had died 


THE CZAR. ]f9 


" II les fit jeter (les Juifs) du hnut en bas pieds and poing3 
liez, disant que c'e'tait pour les mieux baptiser."— Relation 


" Le medecin Bomelius, — cet odieux instigateur des meur- 
tres, fut brule vif sur la place publique de Moscou." — 

" Au moins ce fils denature (Theodore Basmanoff) ne sauva 
point sa vie par le parricide ! il fut supplicie avec les autres." 
— Idem. 

" On versait alternativcment de l'eau bouillante et de 
l'eau glacee sur le corps de ce malheureux, qui expira dans 
d'horribles souffrances. Les autres furent egorges, pendus 
ou haches en morceaux." — Idem. 

Axother morning of massacre had dawned 
upon Moscow. The Basmanoffs were im- 
mediately incarcerated on the discovery of the 


guilt of the Boyarinia, for such was the sweep- 
ing system of retributive vengeance; that kith 
and kin shared the destiny of the condemned. 
A fearful fate, it was expected, awaited the pre- 
sent family, without other known crime than 
that of being allied to the murderess of the 

The Czar had snatched a few hours' repose, 
and with the dawn was up and prepared for 
the business of the day. First he proceeded 
to take a momentary glance at the faded 
features of his bride ; the sight seemed to 
create in him a more insatiate thirst for blood 
and vengeance. 

He marshalled the way to the prison where 
Bomelius still existed. Restoratives had been 
administered, and the wretch had sufficiently 
recovered his speech to be intelligible, though 
each syllable was accompanied with groans. 

Much he confessed ; and poured into the ear 


of the despot a fearful tale of treason ; it com- 
promised the lives of the first Boyars of the 
realm. Thus, even in death, the unsated vil- 
lany thirsted for blood, and hundreds perished 
by the most refined torture. But these confes- 
sions sufficed not to save his own life. Half- 
roasted, Ivan adjudged him to perish in the 

Of those compromised by the confessions of 
the Jew, were Alexis and Theodore Basmanoff. 
The father and son were ordered to the place 
of executions, there to await the arrival of the 

Mounting horse, the monarch led his satel- 
lites to where another scene was preparing, 
quite in keeping with the task he had allotted 
himself. As they approached the bank of the 
Moskva, the bridge over it was thronged with 
people, and strange as it may appear, the crowd 
was exclusively composed of priests, in com- 
pany with the Jewish residents of the city, 


men, "women, and children, who were bound 
hand and foot, and guarded by an army of the 

With the sword of the executioner suspended 
over them, the Israelites were undergoing the 
ceremony of recantation. Each individual hav- 
ing gone through the Greek ritual, denouncing 
the heresy of their forefathers by spitting over 
their shoulder, were awaiting the autocrat's 
superintendence of the Christian rite of bap- 

A gleam of satisfaction spread over the coun- 
tenance of Ivan, as he reined in his charger 
before that multitude of the creed and race of 
the murderer of his bride. His glance seemed 
to devour the Jewish multitude, encircled, like 
a beaten preserve, by his blood-hunters. At a 
signal, the ranks of the soldiery were extended 
along the banks of the river, whilst the Opritch- 
nina stationed themselves on the bridge. And 
now began the immersion, which the profane 


despot facetiously styled "effectual baptism." 
Fast as the satellites could perform the task, 
the poor Jews were thrown from the bridge 
into the river ; and where the sturdy struggler 
burst his bonds, and rose to the surface, the 
inhospitable shore, bristling with weapons of 
destruction, proclaimed their doom : the tumul- 
tuous waves, now foaming from the death- 
struggles of the drowning multitude, in a few 
minutes subsided into calm, and the waters 
flowed in tranquil stream over the holocaust of 
victims sacrificed to a tyrant's revenge. 

It was a moment of wild and horrid joy to 
the throned assassin, that picture of wholesale 
murder. The passionate farewell of lovers, the 
frenzied gaze of mothers, as they beheld their 
little ones launched into eternity, — the despair 
of age, and all the thousand pangs of nature, 
strained to bursting, crowded into one fleeting 
moment of time, the sufferings of generations. 


Then rose the hoarse laugh of the murderer 
in his might — the might of the destroyer in 
defiance of his Creator. Alas ! for the little 
multitude now extinct ! none survived the 
sacrifice ! no bonds were sundered ! none lived 
to recall the memory of the past ! The mon- 
ster bethought himself, extermination may 
overshoot its mark; none lived to regret the 
Israelite community. Unsated, he spurred his 
charger to the place of executions. 

The fagots were crackling when he arrived, 
and a lofty flame towered high and red in its 
brightest glare — like a jubilee the scene met his 
glance ; the myrmidons of power surrounded 
the gibbets, beginning their preparations for 
torture. Yet none but the actors in this awful 
spectacle were there; no audience — no mere 
spectators. A solemn stillness reigned over 
the city. Horror-stricken, the citizens fled in 
all directions, hiding themselves, as if the ex- 


termination of the human race had commenced. 
Arrived at the foot of the scaffolds, accom- 
panied by the Czarevitch, Ivan looked around 
in astonishment; none were there to witness — 
to approve. 

At once the drums were beat to call the in- 
habitants, but in vain. Growing impatient, he 
now dispatched his guards in all directions, and 
followed himself to summon them to the exhi- 
bition, ensuring them safety and mercy. They 
dared no longer disobey ; leaving their hiding 
places, trembling with fear, they assembled on 
the place of executions, and in a few minutes, 
at the sound of that dreaded voice, the walls, 
the roofs of the houses were covered with spec- 

" People of Moscow," exclaimed the Czar, 
" you are come to witness tortures and execu- 
tions ; but it is the punishment of traitors. 
Answer me ! Does my sentence appear just V 
e 2 


(S Long live the Czar, our lord and master ?' 
was the reply of the ignoble race. 

" Hoida, hoida \" -was the awful amen of the 
Opritchnina, and the work began. 

In the space of four hours, the Czar and 
his son, assisted by the expert Maluta, and 
his troop, slaughtered two hundred human 

Again and again the fiend surveyed the 
dying and the dead, followed in his rounds 
by his faithful guards, brandishing their reek- 
ing sabres, and glorifying the justice of their 
chief. Further detail is too revolting for the 
page of our day. 

Meanwhile, of all that concourse, there was 
one still lingering in protracted torment ; for 
him no sympathy existed in the breast of his 
fellow-man — it was Bomelius. The sufferers, 
whom his hellish instigations had brought to 
the stake, had enough of life left to pour ini- 


precations on his head, coupled with groans. 
This was reserved as the final scene in the 
murderous tragedy we have feebly attempted 
to describe. 

Around and around the burning pile, Ivan 
galloped in a frenzy of exultation. The Jew 
was roasted with such a nice calculation cf 
what life can endure, yet be sensible of, that 
the torture may have been some expiation of 
his guilt. 

In sight of the sufferer, was an object that 
next drew the attention of Ivan; it was the 
Boyarinia, yet alive ; and beside her were the 
BasmanofFs, bound with thongs, and under a 
strong guard. 

u Well, lady \" said the Czar, as he marked 
the Boyarinia, gasping and fainting, her parched 
lips bleeding for lack of moisture. " Not 
sated yet ! Will not all the blood of my bride 
allay thy thirst ? So friends I" he remarked, 


observing her husband and son ; " ye have 
been but sorry traitors. The wife robs me of 
my bride, and you must needs plot with Sigis- 
mund, the Pole, for my crown. Thou art 
young, Theodore, for such high game. What 
if we let thee have more wing? Ho ! there, 
unloose his bonds. 

u Thou wilt be faithful ? Aye, I know thou 
wilt. But the old one, I fear, is incorrigible ; 
so do thou rid us of him," continued Ivan, pre- 
senting him a knife. 

We hope the historian is in error in 
the sequel. But if Theodore Basmanoff 
committed the deed ascribed to him, to 
rescue himself from destruction, the parricide 
escaped not his doom. Ere the sun went 
down, his mangled body dangled on one of 
the gibbets. 

Ivan himself was glutted for the day. 

In after times, the spot where the bodies 


were heaped was consecrated, and expiatory- 
monuments were raised, which attest that 
eventful massacre. 



" On a des pleureuses de profession qui pleurent a gage 
pour la veuve, et qui a force d'exercer l'art de pleurer, ont 
acquis l'adiesse de contrefaire les gestes et les mouvemens 
de la plus vive douleur." — Picart, Religion des Grecs. 

" Son cercuei!, place au convent des religieuses de I'As* 
cension, a cote" de ceux des deux premieres epouses de Jean, 
est, pour la post^rite, un obj£t d'attendrissement et de 
pt-iiibles reflexions." — Karamsin. 

" Thy dust, Jermak, sleeps still and calm, 
But Russia shall erect on high 
Thy pyramid, and shall embalm 
Thy name with flowers and poetry : 
A pile of gold, -which thy good spear 
Won from Siberia, shall she rear '. 
What said I, thoughtless one ! — what dream 
Has passion in its sleep created ? 
Where is his fane ? — the dust of him 
Is lost— his grave unconsecrated, 
— Dmitriev's Poem of Jermak, translated by Bowring. 

Ivan, the morning after the massacre, prepared 
for the solemn rite of the funeral of his bride. 


Imperial pomp surrounded the royal bier. 
First came a priest, bearing the banner of 
the tutelar saint of the departed. He was 
succeeded by four young women, professed 
weepers, employed on such occasions, and 
exhibiting all the outward symptoms of extra- 
vagant grief. On each side of the way, a long 
line of caloyers extended ; at intervals of a few 
paces, priests advanced with measured and slow 
steps, their voices raised to scare away the evil 
spirit. And now approached a numerous body 
of the higher church dignitaries in their sacer- 
dotal robes, with smoking censers, wafting 
perfumes ; and in the midst of a fragrant cloud 
was the bier bearing the body, in an open 
coffin, made out of a solid block of timber. 
Over it was a canopy of cloth of gold, quartered 
with the arms of the Czar ; it rested upon four 
pillars, carried by four priests. 

And now appeared the Czar, supported by 


the Czarevitch on his right, and the new 
metropolitan on his left, and followed by all 
the Princes and Boyars of the court. The 
guard of the Strelitz and of the Opritchnina 
closed the procession. 

Ivan was aifected even to tears ; his grief was 
for the moment excessive. 

The funeral cortege took the direction of the 
place of executions, where yet the unsepultured 
dead attested the terrible sacrifice by the Czar, 
as the atonement for the murder of his young 
wife ; but there was yet a revenge unsated, and 
in that hour it was to be accomplished. The 
Boyarinia, the mother and the murderess, yet 
lived, and he reserved for her dying gaze a 
last look on her child. 

As the procession came up to the spot where 
she still remained nearly ingulfed in earth, 
Ivan ordered it to halt, and the coffin to be 
placed on the ground. There reposed all that 


remained of the fruit of her womb, the innocent 
victim of her ambition; and there, on that 
death-blanched cheek, were now visible the 
accusing spots of poison. 

The Boyarinia, now fast sinking in death, 
had closed her eyes, for agony had seized upon 
her, and the searching beams of the mid-day 
sun had scorched her eye-balls. But the 
sudden burst of the anthem for the dead, 
issuing from the voices of a thousand priests, 
recalled her to consciousness ; she opened her 
eyes, and beheld her murdered child. 

A wild, a horrid shriek burst from her lips ; 
the last vital chord was snapped ; and the 
soul of the infanticide was summoned to the 
tribunal of the Searcher of hearts. 

The procession again moved on to the con- 
vent vaults of Vosnesensky — the chaunt was 

u Howl the deep dirge ! for we weep o'er 
Russia's royal bride ! 


" She was a lovely star, that had strayed 
from the celestial firmament; we were no longer 
worthy to possess. 

" Heaven saw, and recalled the soul of the 
beautiful to its native realms of light. 

" From the regions of the blest, Spirit of 
the tenant of the grave, hear our prayer ! 

" Thou of the starry galaxy of saints, thou 
akin to angels, hear our sighs/ 5 

And thus the mournful chaunt continued, 
in varied apostrophe to the dead ; and accord- 
ing to the fashion of the day and the land, 
inquiring the motives of the silent clay for 
quitting this life. 

In the crowd of mourners, for all Moscow, 
notwithstanding the terrible visitation of the 
Czar, had ventured to follow to its last abode 
the body of their beloved Czarina, was one 
whose manly form seemed now bowed down 
by overwhelming affliction. His grief was too 
big for utterance; he joined not in the loud 


wail of the people, who loudly proclaimed, with 
noisy lamentation, the virtues and loveliness of 
the departed. He had silently treasured the 
lasting remembrance of that beauty and good- 
ness in his inmost heart ; and the irrecoverable 
loss had overcome the daring spirit of that 
warrior with woman's weakness. 

The body, with its accompanying canopy, was 
now conveyed and placed within the gold rail 
of the trapeza. A throne was erected at the 
head of the coffin ; long trains of priests, bearing 
lighted torches, formed an avenue from the 
gates to the holy doors of the Ikonostas. The 
solemn dirge was renewed during the perform- 
ance of the service of the dead. After a pause, 
the Czar was assisted from his seat, and sup- 
ported as he ascended the throne, placed at the 
head of the bier ; he pressed a reverential kiss 
upon the cold lips of his departed bride, and 
was borne out of the church in an agony of 


grief. Then such as were near, mounted the 
steps, and crossing and recrossing themselves, 
took a last farewell of the dead. The smoking 
censers now wafted clouds of incense ; the 
voices of the choristers swelling in loftiest 
strains ; the blazing torches seen through that 
atmosphere of gloom ; the mitred priests tower- 
ing in their magnificent robes; — all wore an 
aspect of the solemnity, pride, and grandeur 
of the Greek church. 

In the midst of that loud burst of human 
voices, there was one who silently, and almost 
unnoticed, gained access to the bier. He bent 
forward and pressed the forbidden salute on 
the lips of Russia's departed hope. The war- 
rior struggled with himself; his heart still 
lingered round the coffin in which reposed that 
lovely form ; with a strong effort he tore him- 
self away, and was soon lost to the astonished 
gaze of the bystanders, who recognised, in his 


manly person, the once formidable outlaw, but 
now honoured ambassador of the conqueror of 

Blighted in hope, seared in heart, maddened 
with the past, reckless of the future, the brave 
hetman hastened from his country, to rejoin 
his companions in arms, on the banks of the 
Irtisch, bearing with him, as a present of his 
sovereign to the brave Yermak, a splendid iron 
cuirass, the imperial eagle richly embossed 
thereon in gold, in proof of his high satisfac- 
tion, and approval of the hero's transcendent 

Attended by his faithful troop, Koltzo 
rapidly traversed the intervening provinces of 
Russia, surmounted the Uralian mountains, 
and the long enduring steeds of the indefati- 
gable Cossacques bore their riders to the tents 
of their general. 

a The merchants of Bukharia were expected 


" at Isker. When Yermak learnt that the 
" fugitive Koutchoura had dared to make his 
te appearance in the desert of Vagai, to intercept 
" their passage on that river, he immediately dis- 
" embarked, and set out at the head of fifty Cos- 
** sacques to encounter them. He sought them 
" duiing the entire day, but neither fell in with 
a the caravan nor any traces of the enemy. 
" He retraced his steps, and prepared to pass 
u the night in tents, leaving his boats moored 
ei to the shore, near the mouth of the Vagai. 
" It is there that the Irtisch, directing its 
u course towards the east, divides into two 
" streams, one of which flows on in tortuous 
" windings ; the other, in a straight line, by a 
" canal, since called Yermak ; but which must 
" have been cut at some remote period. Its 
" banks, smoothed by time, had left no vestige 
" of the labour of man. In this place, south of 
" the river, is observable, in the midst of the 


" valley, an elevation which, according to a 
" well-credited tradition, was destined for the 
" habitation of a king, and formed by the 
61 labour of young girls. 

11 It was among these monuments of an age, 
" lost in the labyrinth of time, that the con- 
et queror of Siberia must have perished. He 
" from whom any certain knowledge of that 
" country has originated, must have perished, 
" a victim to his own imprudence, the conse- 
" quence of inevitable destiny. Yermak was 
" not ignorant of the proximity of the enemy, 
u yet, without taking any precaution, without 
ee placing any sentinels, and as if wearied of 
" life, he and his comrades abandoned them- 
u . selves to profound slumber. The rain fell on 
(t them in torrents ; the noise of the wind and 
" the waves contributed to lull the Cossacques, 
" whilst the enemy lay on the opposite bank of 
" the river. Their spies having discovered 
" a fordable passage, silently approached the 

100 THE CZAR. 

a camp of Yermak. They beheld his warriors 
" sleeping upon the ground, and took from 
" them their firelocks and cartouch-boxes, 
" which they presented to their king, as a proof 
" of the facility with which he might overpower 
" the invincibles. The heart of Koutchoum 
" leapt for joy. He lost not a moment trans- 
ee porting his soldiers across the Yagai — the 
" Cossacques were surprised and slain. 

" Two alone escaped from the massacre ; one 
" of whom was Yermak himself, who, roused 
ce by the din of arms, by the cries of the 
" wounded, sprang from his sleep, and beheld 
" death surrounding him. 

" He succeeded in repelling with his sword 
" his assassins, and then plunged into the deep 
" and stormy waters of the Irtisch ; but the 
" fatal iron cuirass, the gift of Ivan, bore him 
" down, and before he could reach his boats, 
" he sank to rise no more." 

Koltzo sold his life dearly ; such was the 

THE CZAR. 101 

havoc his good sword made ere he fell, that 
when the fury of the assailants of the Cos- 
sacque had subsided, it was succeeded by a 
feeling of idolatrous veneration for the mighty 

Wonderful properties were ascribed by them 
to the remains of the Cossacques ; their arms, 
their dress, their bones, were believed to possess 
a miraculous power; and if touched, were 
supposed to heal the sick. These fanatics 
would impregnate their di-ink with the earth 
of their graves as a specific, or wear the dust 
as a talisman. 

Thus was Siberia lost to Russia for many- 
succeeding years ; but Yermak, Koltzo, and 

" That handful of Muscovia's men," 

had wrought a passage through the snowy 
deserts, and the successors of Ivan Vassilivitch 
secured the conquest. 


102 THE CZAR. 


" On salt que les Itusses et plusieurs autres nations, princi- 
palement les septentrionales, ont conserve la coutume de faire 
des repas funebres et il n'arrive que trop souvent qu'on 
s'enivre en cette occasion a l'honneur des morts." — Picart, 
suit la Religion des Grecs. 

" Les sujets ne doivent avoir que les restes de lcur maitre et 
seigneur." — Hist, de Russie, Reduite, &c. 

'* II est reconnu que les femmes en Russie sont reellement 
esclaves d'autres esclaves." — Le Comte de Fortia — Piles. 

In the Granovitaia Palata, yclept the audience 
chamber, on the evening of the funeral of his 
Czarina, the Czar was once more enjoying the 
company of his favourites, around a table 
loaded with the varieties and luxuries of that 

Upon a raised platform, at the upper end, 

THE CZAR. 103 

was seated the Czar, and in order of rank, the 
officers of his household. Roasted swans and 
peacocks adorned that part of the table ; and, 
ranged in succession, were tureens of sterlet 
and rice soup ; fish and lamb pies ; sour crout 
and pork ; sundry roasted meats, and a variety 
of soups and dishes of inferior note. 

Wines of choice and various selections. But 
the spiced Usvarez, a compound of beer, wine, 
and honey, was the favourite cordial ; although 
the Nalivka, a strong spirituous beverage, pro- 
nounced irresistible in those days by ladies of a 
certain age, found many admirers amongst the 
dandy guests. 

The Czar, after some liberal potations, ap- 
peared himself again. Wine, sparkling wine, 
was now, as of yore, the source of inspiration, 
and the hitherto silent guests burst forth in all 
their wonted hilarity. The ribald jest was 
bandied, and profligate mirth resounded again 
in the halls of mourning. 

104 THE CZAR. 

There was one guest whose eagle eye ob- 
served the senseless and brutal throng ; and as 
frequent libations drowned the reason and fired 
the blood of beasts in human shape, it was not 
difficult for him to pass the goblet almost un- 
touched. One draught he knew must come, 
enough in itself to steal away the wits of the 
strongest there, and he reserved himself for the 
inevitable visitation. Feared, but respected by 
his competitors for courtly favour, the superior 
tact of the young, handsome, yet ambitious 
courtier, preserved him from danger ; added to 
which, sobriety ever gave him a decided advan- 
tage over the besotted revellers of the Kremlin. 
Yet none so jovial, none so witty as he. He 
knew his value, and kept his ground. 

Ever an eye on the movements of the Czar, 
he readily discerned the rising passion, the 
glance of suspicion, and forewarned, ever 
escaped the danger. 

The BasmanofFs, the GvozdofFs, and other 

THE CZAR. 105 

minions, had had their day — had basked in the 
sunshine of favour, till it proved too hot for 
them. Boris Godounoff, the new favourite 
and future Czar, played his game with skill; 
kept within the rays of sovereignty, but ap- 
proached not too nearly its burning centre. 
His ready wit pleased the Gzar, ever enlivened 
his banquets, and his manly and melodious 
voice was often taxed for a song. 

A " shiver of bread" was now presented to 
him, as a mark of the monarch's esteem. The 
courtier instantly stood up, and answered — 

" Czar, our lord and great prince, Boris 
Godounoff, of all Russians, returns thee 

Now flowed the wines ; Malieno, Amarodina, 
and Cheriunikina ; and Ivan drank deep. But 
deeper was his discontent, and no smile came 
to the surface. He looked around for other 
stimulants than the feast. The happy coun- 
tenance of Godounoff encountered his glance, 


and was instantly followed by the imperial com- 
mand for a song. 

The favourite again stood up— 

O Czar ! there are traitors around thee — 
All armed with the murderer's knife ; 

And if I revealed, 'twould astound thee 
How near thou art losing thy life. 

Ivan was indolently listening to the first 
notes of the song; but he now sprang from 
his seat, seized the dagger at his side, and 
looked daggers around him. The singer, who 
either did not, or pretended not, to observe 
him, continued — 

They are here, and they sap all thy power ; 

Arouse thee, great Czar — and they die : 
Once yield them the treacherous hour, 

And thy might— thy revenge they defy. 

a Now, by the holy saints ! proclaim them, 
and ere we quit the banquet, their heads shall 
answer for their rebellion." 

THE CZAR. 107 

The bold songster, however, heedless of his 
monarch's agitation, continued his song— 

At my voice, Melancholy, bold traitor I 
Come forth from the breast of the Czar ; 

Confess ! ■when didst ever, man-hater ! 
Restore the bright day thou didst mar ? 

Ivan was yet undecided whether to laugh 
or to frown. The singer continued, with a firm 

And thou, silent felon, deep Sorrow, 
Out, out sneaking thief from thy nest! 

To-day is thine own — let to-morrow 
Bring sunshine and hope to the breast. 

Ivan had resumed his seat; and as if the 
words of the song had had a magic power, a 
smile illumined his countenance. The courtiers 
around him, who had been shaking with fear 
at the portentous commencement of the stanzas, 
as though their lives had depended on the 
sequel, joyfully reflected the smile of the Czar, 

108 THE CZAR. 

in the magnifying mirrors of their counte- 

And thou, unhanged rebel, Despair, 
Thy wiles and thy freaks are all known ! 

Avaunt, thou foul fiend, from thy lair, 
Nor approach thou to Muscovy's throne ! 

The corpulent Boyars shook again, but in a 
very different way from that of the beginning 
of the song. Their master had condescended 
to laugh. 

Pack off ! all ye knaves — leave no (races ; 

Since when was a palace your haunt ? 
Away to the poor ! — know your places,— 

From the breast of the sovereign avaunt! 

Ivan roared with laughter, and the fat sides 
of his courtiers kept loyal accompaniment, 
working away like so many bellows; and some 
were found actually to weep tears of joy, more 
particularly those who, with sincere repentance, 

THE CZAR. 109 

had suffered their hair to grow for having 
recently incurred signs of the Czar's displea- 
sure, and whose lives were rather below par, 
existing in some measure after the fashion of 
Mahomet's coffin, 'twixt heaven and earth. 

Meanwhile the monarch quaffed the nectar 
of the feast, and soon the fire caught his blood, 
rose to his brain. Ivan Vassilivitch was the 
tyrant again. From the tablet of memory, the 
insidious draught erased all past ennobling 
thought, and left, in prominent characters, dis- 
appointment, suspicion, and revenge. 

" Heaven shuns me ! Angels will not stay 
with me ! Then are we quits ; this earth will 
I sack for joys, since 'tis mine own. Love ! 
thou art henceforth banished, and sensual bliss 
shall be my pastime. The meanest of my sub- 
jects is more blest than I. My curse be on it ! 
Shall they have felicity which I cannot share ? 
I have the power to destroy, to punish their 
presumption, Let the slaves look to it !" Rais- 
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110 THE CZAR. 

ing his voice, the monarch thus addressed his 
guests — 

iC Now will we make right merry. Time is a 
trickster, and cheats us of our reckoning and 
our joys. Nomoreomt — fill the cup." At the 
word, every guest replenished his goblet to the 
brim ; and as the Czar carried his to his lips, 
each tossed the contents of his own down his 
throat, and reversing it, placed it upside down 
on the table before him. 

"Now will we know from each of you who is 
the fairest woman, as ye may opine, in this our 
glorious city of Moscow. Godounoff, speak 
thou the first" — 

i: Gracious Czar, my opinion have I proved 
by my choice. My wife, methinks, is of the 

" Now, by St. Serge ! but that I can take 
oath she is not, I should be wrath with thee. 
What sayest thou, my son? Hast thou no 
little jewel in thine eye which thou dost covet? 


We are in the vein to pleasure thee: speak 
thy wish." 

" Nay, and you would know our meaning," 
resumed the Czar ; a learn, we hold this night 
carousal for your sakes. What say ye to the 
frolic ? Let each one name the fairest of his 
mind ; and be she mother, widow, wife, or maid 
(so she clash not with our imperial choice), our 
trusty guards shall bring her this night to his 

" A glorious project !" exclaimed the Czare- 

" Worthy of a Czar," responded Skuratoff ; 
" such a revel will stand on record, an instance 
of thy might, great prince — 'twill be a sport for 

" Have all agreed ?" 

* All— all! " responded the guests. 

" Then now to work. Each take a troop 
with him at nightfall, and seize his prize in the 
name of Ivan Vassilivitch." 

112 THE CZAR. 

" Maluta, I have need of thee," said the 
monarch ; " my choice is made. I require 
diversion from these gloomy thoughts/' he 
added, in a low voice, inaudible to all but the 
officer of the Opritchnina. " Thou knowest 
Wilmington ?" 

" The court physician ? he who saved thy 
precious life, Great Czar, when sickness had 
almost destroyed it ? M 

" The same — he has a daughter." 
" Of most delicious beauty !" grinned Ma- 

" Dost know the house ?" 
ct Adjoining the ambassador's." 
" Right. I may trust thy management ?" 
(i Doubt not your unworthy Maluta !" 
" At nightfall be it," rejoined Ivan, in a con- 
fidential tone. " I await thee in the chamber 
of jewels." 

Whilst these instructions were given to Sku- 
ratoff, the Czarevitch -was in earnest colloquy 

THE CZAR. 113 

with Viazemsky, the favourite who had suc- 
ceeded the younger Basmanoff, as caterer and 
purveyor to his highness, for the result of which 
conference we must refer our readers to the 
next chapter. 

114 THE CZAR. 


" II se couchait pour dormir la teste sur un coussin et se 
couvrait avec tant d'adresse qu'on l'aurait pris pour un 
homme au lit." — Histoire des Singes ; Paris, 1752. 

r " Les favoris du prince, Viazemsky, Maluta Skuratoff, 
Griazno'i, a la tete de la legion des elus, enfoncent les maisons 
d'un grand nombre de seigneurs, de negocians, enlevent les 
femmes connues par leur beaute." — Karamsin. 

The inmates of the residence of the British 
embassy, and of the abode of Doctor Wilming- 
ton, were plunged into horror beyond descrip- 
tion by the Czar's wholesale dismissal of his 
subjects. From their contiguity to the place 
of executions, the groans of the sufferers were 
always in their ears. It would be difficult to 

THE CZAR. 115 

describe the effect these constant butcheries had 
on the gentle Grace. So great was her dismay, 
that all her usual avocations were forsaken, and 
ceaseless prayer for the victims of the tyrant's 
fury seemed now her sole occupation ; this con- 
stant agony of excitement began to be evinced 
in her appearance : — the rose was forsaking her 
cheek, and her graceful form becoming still 
slighter. The doctor, in despair, confided his 
parental anxieties to his friend, Sir Thomas, 
who devoted himself with unremitting attention 
to soothe, and allay, if possible, the distressing 
fears of the amiable girl. Whether the ambas- 
sador possessed more than ordinary powers of 
consolation, or whether the manly tones of 
his voice inspired confidence, we cannot pre- 
tend to decide with certainty ; but assuredly the 
terrors of Grace were more speedily and effectu- 
ally allayed by Sir Thomas Randolph than by 
the most unwearied efforts of the doctor, albeit 
esteemed right learned and well skilled. From 

116 THE CZAR. 

these circumstances many happy inferences 
were drawn by the politic ambassador. 

We now return, in some amazement, to the 
prolonged absence of our friend Jocko, which 
was a source of no small anxiety to his friends, 
more particularly to Grace, who, with that at- 
tribute peculiar to her sex, the power of self- 
tormenting, began to fancy that he had been 
sacrificed to the well-known hatred and fear 
entertained towards him by the Muscovites. 
These painful surmises amounted almost to 
certainty as night approached, and the fate of 
poor Pug still remained involved in mystery. 

From a series of sorrowful reflections on the 
massacres which had that day been perpetrated, 
Grace was roused by a gentle tapping at the 
casement. Our readers will not be surprised 
that, with thoughts thus occupied, she did not 
on the instant rise to ascertain the cause or 
nature of the visitant ; for, from the succession 
of horrors of which she had been witness and 

THE CZAR. 117 

hearer, her mind had lost much of its tone ; 
but on a repetition, accompanied by a well- 
known cry, she joyfully approached the window 
and admitted the truant Jocko, who immediately 
leaped into the apartment, performing- a thou- 
sand gleesome tricks and antics, as if rejoicing 
to find himself again in security beneath the 
roof of his kind friends, after the innumerable 
perils he had encountered in his peregrinations. 
When the ambassador and his secretary took 
their leave for the night, Jocko, as usual, was 
left behind, not without some secret satisfaction 
on the part of Sir Thomas, who felt that even 
the monkey was an additional security to the 
lady of his thought, owing to the supersti- 
tious fears of the Russians. The party had no 
sooner left the house than they were succeeded 
by a visitor of a very different character, — a 
messenger from the palace, who acquainted 
Wilmington that his attendance was immedi- 
ately required, and without suffering him to 

118 THE CZAR. 

wait on his ambassador, to claim protection for 
his daughter in his absence, he was hurried 
away under pretext of pressing danger. 

It may edify some of our readers to know, 
that we are not singular in our appreciation of 
the varied talents of the simia genus, since we 
are borne out by a profound author, (i that 
monkeys are equal even to the complicated 
operations of the toilette f and Stedman has 
advanced, in his description of Surinam, that 
the operation of washing and dressing was a 
fashion that had been generally adopted by 
them, which accounts, in some measure, for 
the opinion that they have in many respects 
left far behind the more benighted portion of 
the human race, in their rapid progress towards 
civilization and refinement. Indeed, it is an 
undoubted fact, attested by an erudite French- 
man, that, whenever in their power, they 
emulate the luxuries of man ; and that one of 
them having been accommodated with a bed, 

THE CZAR. 119 

was observed to lay his head upon the pillow, 
and cover himself with the clothes, with all the 
tact and delicacy of a gentleman. And when 
we consider that for a long period beds were 
despised by the Russians, and that at the time 
of our story the use of them was in fact almost 
unknown, it would go far to prove that the 
race of Jocko was at that time distinguished 
for superior refinement. 

Master Pug, after his return on the evening 
already alluded to, had ensconced himself in a 
quiet nook of his mistresses boudoir, spite of 
the terrors of the flagellations he had frequently 
undergone for invading the precincts of the 
sanctum sanctorum of Mistress Grace. One by 
one he observed her remove her ornaments and 
outward garments, until the unconscious and 
delicate-minded girl, whose notions of propriety 
would not have suffered her to 

" Unveil her chastity to the moon," 

120 THE CZAR. 

was almost denuded before the intrusive brute. 
Grace had retired to an inner apartment and 
sunk upon her knees ; and with all the cheer- 
ful fervour of an innocent heart, implored the 
protection of her Maker. It was whilst thus 
engaged, that Master Pug came forward from 
his retreat, and as noiselessly as a nocturnal 
thief, took possession of the young lady's 
vacated seat before her Venetian mirror, and 
by the light still burning before it, donned, 
with many a grimace of satisfaction, the femi- 
nine adornments and garments that lay around 
him. It was at this crisis, and when Jocko had 
thrown over all the ermine roquelaure, or robe 
de chambre, of the young lady, that the daring 
emissaries of the Czar dashed into the sanc- 
tum ; whilst Pug, unconscious of their purpose, 
and with a view to escape detection and conse- 
quent flagellation, hid his head in the folds 
of the fur. The intruders, not doubting his 
identity as the fair object of their pursuit, nor 

THE CZAR. 121 

waiting to reconnoitre, lest the outraged master 
of the house should surprise them, instantly- 
cast an immense schoub, or bear-skin cloak, 
over their supposed victim, to stifle any cries 
for help, and in a moment the light and sup- 
posed fairy -like burthen was borne away in the 
arms of a lusty Opritchnik. 

From the dark recess where she had knelt 
for prayer, Grace had been recalled from her 
pious aspirations to witness, in motionless and 
speechless astonishment, the intrusion of the 
daring villains. At a glance she comprehended 
the plot and the mistake ; and ere she rose 
from that posture of supplication to the Author 
of all mercies, her inmost soul poured forth the 
silent, but deep-felt, thanksgiving for that Pro- 
vidence which had so miraculously saved her 
from impending danger. 

The vanity of dress inherent in Jocko was 
but the temporary salvation of the young lady, 
inasmuch as the departure of the Czar's emis- 

122 THE CZAR. 

saries facilitated the entrance of those of the 
Czarevitch, who came on a similar errand, for 
the difficulties of their entre had been removed 
by the first party; even the doors had been 
left wide open by them in their hurry. 

She was yet on her knees, and scarcely suffi- 
ciently collected to take precautions for her 
further safety. 

Alas ! it was but a moment's respite. Foot- 
steps were heard — they approached — they in- 
vaded her apartment. 

Terror denied her speech ; and rapidly the 
victim was borne away in the arms of the 
satellites of the Czarevitch. 

THE CZAR. 123 


" Neque viros unquam omnino lavare, sed manus tantum- 
modo abluere. Oleo tamen ex lacte confecto ter saltern 
mensibus singulis ungi, et pellibus deinde abstergi. Veste 
ad ha3c uti, non villosa, sed e glabris maceratisque pellibus 
quam tenuissimus, ipsos reque atque uxores. Exceptis forte 
ditissimis inter eos, et iis quidem paucis, qui lineos gestent 
amictus. Nee item lectorum novisse usum eos, quiplurimura 
habeat pecoris, ac reliquas opes his propemodum esse similes. 
Caudam insuper habere omnes, tarn viros quam mulieres, 
supra clunes, canina*, similem, nisi quod major sit, et pilis 
densior."— Etesias. See Photij Bieliothec : 

George Tubervile, w with a Galileo's 
glasse," was again upon the roof of the ambas- 
sador's hotel, watching the progress of the 
blazing star, which had now acquired an amaz- 
ing magnitude. It must, however, be con- 

124 THE CZAR. 

fessed, that with all the intensity of his interest 
in the meteor of the skies, it was never, till 
those hours of wonted conviviality at Wilming- 
ton's had passed, that he resumed his astrono- 
mical observations, and herein his gallantry 
■was manifest, as his admiration of Heaven's 
wonders always gave place to the lovely being 
who illumined her sphere with the soft and 
gentle light of her virtues. 

It was whilst thus engaged that night, in- 
quiring iC whether there be generation and cor- 
ruption, as some thinke, by reason of aethereale 
comets," that his attention was withdrawn to 
that which was passing in the court-yard of the 
adjoining house of Dr. Wilmington ; and the 
lights of heaven enabling him to distinguish the 
party then leaving the house, he recognised his 
friend Walter, not without secretly condemning 
the impropriety of leaving Grace unprotected 
in such portentous times. But resuming his 
studies, he again applied himself to the inspec- 

THE CZAR. 125 

tion of the comet. He was thus busily en- 
gaged, when his notice was once more attracted 
to the spot. A dark group surrounded an 
object, which they were bearing away in their 
arms. The moon favoured his observation, 
and he recognised the dress of a female. 

In considerable alarm, George Tubervile 
hurried down from his observatory, and hastily 
entered the apartment of Sir Thomas. The 
ambassador was in deep thought. The recent 
events in the metropolis, the enormities com- 
mitted with impunity by the barbarians who 
fulfilled the decrees of a throned ruffian, 
awakened serious reflections, which concerned 
the lovely daughter of the physician. 

The abrupt appearance of his secretary, who, 
in a hurried manner, disclosed the cause of his 
suspicions, roused Sir Thomas to a keen sense 
of the danger of the object of his thoughts — of 
his heart. Goaded by the dread of intended 
violence, he seized his sword, and giving the 


126 THE CZAR. 

passing word of command to his household to 
follow, rushed into the street with Tubervile. 
At that moment, a group of horsemen dashed 
past him. One supported in front a female 
form — a shriek, which was half suppressed, 
revealed the truth — it was the voice of Grace ! 
An ineffectual attempt to pursue was defeated 
by the rapid speed of the horsemen. The am- 
bassador and his secretary had only time to 
make a plunge^ which struck the sword of one 
of the guardsmen out of his hand, and wounded 
another. The weapon was instantly secured 
by Tubervile. 

At that hour the Czar had retired to his 
private chamber. He lay apparently in volup- 
tuous ease, in a noble apartment of the Krem- 
lin. But that seeming repose was the result 
of previous excitement. He was luxuriating in 
anticipation of enjoyment. Soon his emissaries 
would bring to his arms the beautiful object he 
had desired— that beauty his fickle and disor- 

THE CZAR. 127 

dered imagination had dressed up in more than 
earthly graces. 

Far from the despot was the thought of her 
outraged purity. Accustomed to the blind 
submission of slaves, the devotion of lovely 
woman's heart was, to his perverted mind, the 
inheritance of a throne— self-gratification the 
first and only consideration. Indeed, the pas- 
sive obedience of his subjects had authorised 
every indulgence, every excess. An habitual 
awe for the majesty of the Grand Dukes of 
Muscovy had not decreased with the new and 
imposing name of Cassar ; body and mind were 
serfs to his will ; and the readiness with which 
his subjects kissed the rod that chastened them 
— the sword that was lifted to destroy — has 
proved, more than all the theories of philoso- 
phers and politicians, that man was ever des- 
tined to be harnessed, either from fashion, 
habit, or circumstances, the only difference in 

128 THE CZAR. 

the fate of nations being, as to whether one or 
more hold the reins or draw the curb. 

At a distance from the Czar, and at the en- 
trance of the apartment, two of his body-guard 
awaited his law. A rich drapery, elegantly 
ornamented, and corresponding with the mag- 
nificence of the saloon, curtained off, with its 
ample folds, the door-way, on which the senti- 
nels kept a watchful and steady gaze. 

To this, the autocrat's eye was now more 
frequently turned, as the appointed hour for 
the arrival of the English girl was approaching. 

Often had his sycophant panders been ex- 
pected ; but now more intense was the expec- 
tation of the mighty Czar. 

The large drapery thus suspended was at 
length seen to move. The folds were slightly 
drawn on one side. The Czar sprang from his 

His emissaries now made their appearance, 

THE CZAR. 129 

supporting a burthen, which seemed to struggle 
in their arms. They advanced carefully, and 
depositing their load, removed a large fur cloak, 
which concealed the object they bore, and 
•which gently suffered itself to be lowered to 
the ground. 

The Czar waved his hand, and the slaves 
disappeared from the apartment. 

Before him lay the lovely being which his 
arms would now encircle. In the intensity of 
his passion, he yet stood aloof, like an epicure, 
whose pampered appetite has been awakened, 
and gazing on the banquet before him, prepares, 
yet delays, to enjoy the feast. 

A costly and magnificent cloak of ermine 
enfolded the charms of the victim at his feet, 
who scarce seemed to move. To the bashful- 
ness and modesty of her sex and age, the Czar 
naturally attributed that reserve which veiled 
those features from his view. More peremp- 
tory, perhaps, would have been his addresses 



with his countrywomen. A feeling which he 
himself could scarcely define, but which pro- 
bably arose from an unacknowledged respect 
for the British character, influenced his conduct 
towards the English girl. A consciousness of 
the outrage to a foreign subject, perhaps, shook 
his purpose for a moment; but the libertine 
soon subdued that apprehension, and seizing 
the cloak which concealed the timid creature, 
removed it in an instant, and the excited glance 
of the Czar fell upon Jocko. 

THE CZAR. 131 


" The cliurcli was purified with the extraordinary ceremony 
of sprinkling of holy water, and prayers on this occasion were 
made to the saints, and the Devil was conjured to go out of 
the church." — Perry. 

" They keepe them very carefully, holding them to be crea- 
tures of God, because they have their hands and feat like 
human creatures." — Gasfaro Balbi's Voyage to Peru.] 

Sir Thomas Randolph's position at the 
court of a barbarian, where the envious enemies 
of his country were ever on the alert to thwart 
him, was one of considerable difficulty. He 
merited the admiration and reward of his 
country for his enduring patience, under the 

132 THE CZAR. 

insolent pride and the exacting claims of an 
ally, whose cunning is proverbial to this day, 
and which was then not checked by even the 
courtesy of civilized life. 

The polished manners and honourable bear- 
ing of the ambassador, secured the respect even 
of those who were unable to explain the cause 
thereof, or to understand the nature of that 
seemingly magic influence which he possessed 
over their grosser natures. His affability, truth, 
honour, and modest firmness, commanded 
their unwilling esteem. His undeviating 
course baffled their crooked policy. They 
constantly looked for some hidden motive- 
something behind, which they in vain en- 
deavoured to discover : while thus at fault, 
Sir Thomas progressed, and they found, too 
late for then* plans, that his honesty was 
more than a match for their cunning and 

THE CZAR. 133 

But the present clanger of Grace overcame 
the well-practised equanimity of Sir Thomas. 
In the many trials he had undergone, in which 
unprovoked, unmerited indignities, and scarcely 
concealed insolence, had drawn largely on his 
stock of endurance, he had still been upheld by 
the strongest sense of duty to his country, and 
the contempt which he felt, as a gentleman, for 
the puerile attempts of those who sought to 
degrade him. 

His prudent resolves gave way before the 
present peril of Grace. The ambassador was 
forgotten — the man, alone, felt and acted ; 
the colour forsook his cheek, and fled to his 

He seemed to feel a father's responsibility, 
a brother's honour, nay, more — it was a lover's 
devotion ; the name alone was wanting to the 
passion which his heart confessed. 

He had witnessed the abduction ; and a secret 
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134 THE CZAR. 

conviction that the guardians of the honour of 
the subject were the violators, came to his 
mind. The agonising thought annihilated his 
dearest hopes. 

Meanwhile, Wilmington was hastening home, 
having gone through the ceremony of a mock 
consultation, got up to detain him, during the 
outrageous mission of the Opritchnina to his 

On his way, however, he had gathered from 
sundry citizens, that the Czar's emissaries had 
been visiting divers dwellings, with the odious 
intent already alluded to. He saw, moreover, 
■wretched beings, who were bewailing the 
bereavement of wives, sisters, and daughters, 
as they wildly accused Heaven of its visi- 

With a heart saddened for the misfortunes 
of his fellow-creatures, a shudder came over 
him, as he thought of his only child ; and felt 

THE CZAR. 135 

that when the sword of the tyrant hewed down 
his subjects, it was mercy, when compared 
with the ruffian's outrage of that night's pro- 

On his arrival the gate was open. ee What 
can this mean ?" exclaimed the doctor, as his 
heart sank within him. He passed the court : 
no light, no sound ! The inward door was 
open. His step quickened — swiftly he ran 
over the apartments. a Grace ! Grace ! " he 
shouted. No voice answered him. "Grace! 
Grace ! " he repeated ; but his voice now died 
away, for hope had fled. 

Rushing out of his deserted abode, he en- 
countered Sir Thomas, Tubervile, and the 
household of the ambassador. 

" Sir Thomas !" said Wilmington, in a voice 
that pierced the heart of his hearers, " my 
daughter is stolen from my roof! I claim, I 
command your protection for her I" 

136 THE CZAR. 

Sir Thomas answered not, but his hand 
shook violently, as he [inspected the flints and 
priming of a pair of pistols. 

{i Answer me ! for now, the sacred charge 
of my departed wife is in the power of a 

" Follow ! " cried the ambassador. 

It was midnight when our friends arrived at 
the grand square of the Kremlin. A heart- 
rending sight encountered them. The square 
was filled with troops ; the Opritchnina blocked 
up every avenue. Loud jokes and laughter 
passed from squadron to squadron, as groups 
of wretches, in despair, were giving vent to 
their misery. 

(i My life, my chattels, my sons, were all his 
own ; but my wife, the partner of my honest 
home, whom God, in sanctity, had given me, 
he has no right to ! Her life he might have 
claimed, but not her honour \" 

THE CZAR. 137 

" Ha ! ha ! ha \" shouted the merry Opritch- 
nina. ** By St. Nicholas ! if our good master 
has made choice of her, think thyself thrice 
honoured, though I doubt it, for the Czar is 
somewhat dainty ; and I question much if he 
would take thy leavings, brother." 

" My child ! my child !" vociferated another, 
whose voice would have melted a heart of stone, 
" have mercy ! — let me pass ! — spare her ! O 
spare her ! villains, let me have way !" 

The butt-end of a cross-bow answered him 
on the head ; stunned, he fell to the ground. 

But man is selfish in affliction as in pleasure ; 
the despair of these wretched beings was un- 
heeded; Sir Thomas thought only of Grace; 
Wilmington heard only the imagined cries of 
his child. 

Sir Thomas had given to his followers the 
pass- word — it was "Elizabeth;" the rendez- 
vous, the church of the Assumption. 

He led the way. " Space for the ambassa- 

133 THE CZAR. 

dor of England \" he cried, to the first of the 
Opritchnina who stopped his passage. 

u Would your ambassadorship awake our 
Czar from his slumbers ?" asked an officer of 
that distinguished corps. 

11 Has your sovereign insured your head?" 
added another. 

And the squadron joined in the merriment 
of their leaders. 

At that moment a shot was heard, followed 
by a tumult of many voices, and soldiers were 
observed gathering outside the palace, and 
pointing their matchlocks towards the roof. 

Immediately all eyes were strained to discern, 
between them and the coming dawn, the out- 
line of the object of their curiosity. 

Was it a dream ? Something moved on the 
dome of the private chapel of the Kremlin. A 
leap from the minaret to the roof, discovered to 
the searching glance of Sir Thomas the dis- 
cemible form of the monkey ; and for a mo- 

THE CZAR. 139 

ment he shuddered, as shots were fired in quick 
succession, on the appearance of his favourite. 

A faint hope, however, arose in his breast. 
He remembered that the palace communicated, 
by secret passages underground, with the 
buildings of the Temple; and that the cata- 
combs were a known means of access to the 
private chapel of the Czars. 

Leaving Wilmington to the protection of 
Tubervile and his followers, Sir Thomas hur- 
ried into the cathedral. 

That night the new metropolitan was offi- 
ciating in the numberless masses for the de- 
parted Czarina. 

The church had been purified with holy 
water after the catastrophe of Jocko's visit. 
Their saintships were set up in their respective 
places, and exorcisms had been performed to 
keep the devil out of the Temple, in a fashion, 
that effectually quieted the qualms of the ortho- 
dox priesthood. 

140 THE CZAR. 

Sir Thomas glided along a shaded aisle of 
the Temple as he sought the entrance to the 
catacombs. A light suddenly broke upon his 
path ; it came from the vaults. Guided by its 
beam, he rushed into the mysterious labyrinth. 

THE CZAR. 141 


" II etait capable de porter des fardeaux assez lourds. 
Hist, des Singes. 

" La tortora innocente 
Palpita per timor, 
Se il sibilo risente 
Del serpe insidiator 
D' intorno al nido." 

When Jocko escaped from the intended em- 
braces of the Czar, he soon discovered that 
any thing but a kindly disposition towards him 
had succeeded the discovery of his disguise. 
The blasphemous execrations of the tyrant had 
roused the attendants and guards, so that his 
life was in jeopardy. But before the sentries 

142 THE CZAR. 

could intercept his progress, he had scaled the 
framework of a high casement, the upper part 
of which formed in the manner of folding-doors, 
easily opened to his pressure, and suffered him 
to escape. He gained the vast extent of roof 
of the Kremlin, hut not before an arquebus had 
sent an ineffectual messenger to arrest his pro- 
gress. It would have been a difficult matter 
to have followed him in his now elevated posi- 
tion, and although a legion was dispersed in 
various directions with orders to secure him, 
the diversified elevations of terraces, domes, and. 
cupolas, favoured his escape, effectually con- 
cealing and protecting him from the random 
shots of his pursuers. Pug at a glance sur- 
veyed his danger, and made for that asylum 
which has often protected delinquents of more 
Christian pretension — the church. A long nar- 
row roofing connected the palace with the 
ancient edifice of Spass-na-boru. A slender 
and gaily gilt cupola offered a means of de- 

THE CZAR. 143 

scent. Having gained a footing. Jocko suffered 
himself to slide clown one of the buttresses 
which surrounded the base of the minaret, 
when he caught a glimpse of the Czar's guards- 
men, looking upwards, evidently awaiting his 
appearance. Ere he was perceived, a small 
aperture or window in the building enabled 
him to enter. It was the private chapel of 
the Czar, which, as before described, con- 
nected the palace, by means of a subterranean 
passage through the catacombs, with the old 
cathedral. Alighting on the Greek cross, Pug 
quietly lowered himself down to the altar, and 
thence to the floor. He now commenced his 
journey of discoveries ; a large portal, somewhat 
ajar, attracted his attention. The sound of 
approaching steps next met his ear. Deterred 
in that quarter from escape, he hurriedly groped 
around. A small door, with a grating above, 
now attracted his observation. Climbing up 
to the bars, a faint light was visible. He 

144 THE CZAR. 

endeavoured to open it, but it resisted his 
strength. The opposite door was now thrown 
open, and a light was diffused round the chapel; 
when Jocko made a last desperate effort, and 
the impediment gave way. He had not been 
discovered, and with his usual sagacity, he 
closed the door after him. 

He quickly advanced. He cautiously de- 
scended a flight of steps which lay before him. 
The increasing light from the vaults enabled 
him to make his further way. Nearer he ap- 
proached — but man — man, his prototype, his 
tyrant and persecutor, was even there, and he 
shrank in the darkness to make observation. 
The figure that first met his view was station- 
ary. A lamp displayed the face. The glassy 
eye seemed to be rivetted on the monkey, and 
the hue that overspread the features had some- 
thing in it so appalling to Pug, that even the 
immovability of the personage before him ter- 
rified him the more. He neither stirred nor 

THE CZAR. 145 

breathed : the death-like stillness around seemed 
to have extended its influence to our volatile 
traveller. A ci-devant monkey, stuffed and 
cased in glass, might have rivalled Jocko's 
fixed gravity. 

At length a shriek, which seemed to come 
from the direction of the private chapel, which 
he had just quitted, roused him. It came 
again, and a tremor shook the very jaws of 

He crawled along, as if endued with human 
feelings and with powers of reason, to the place 
whence the sounds proceeded. 

But fear was strongly upon him. Slowly 
he approached. Again he listened. 

" Spare — O spare me ! for my father's sake !" 

"Thou shalt be spared, my sweet one, for 
him, for me," answered a man's voice. " My 
love shall be to thee and thine a fortune/' 

" In this hour of tribulation," continued the 
voice of a young girl, in a language unknown 

146 THE CZAR. 

to her companion j " send clown thy mercy, O 
God ! to a poor sinner's need I** 

It was the voice of Grace Wilmington. Its 
tones, though in terror, came to the ear of 
Jocko with a sense of joy — of safety. He 
leapt, he sprung towards his benefactress. His 
pleasure, however, received a sudden check. In 
a small retiring room, beyond the chapel, he 
witnessed her struggles in the arms of one of 
that hostile race, who had lately so often beset 
and terrified him — comprehended danger to 
his mistress, and grinned vengeance on her 

The poor girl, in an ineffectual struggle with 
the ravisher, was yielding gradually to his 
superior strength. The libertine had disen- 
cumbered himself of his sabre ; but ere it was 
fairly out of his possession, the monkey at a 
bound seized the weapon, and flourished it 
before him. 

Never was saint or sinner more effectually 

THE CZAR. 147 

subdued by an apparition of the unnamed. He 
staggered back a few paces ; but if he lost his 
presence of mind, Jocko, who may not be sup- 
posed to share this weakness of the human 
species, lost not his advantage. 

The vault he had just left was at least a 
refuge from the present danger. He exerted 
his strength, by pulling at her dress, to increase 
her speed. The shining weapon he had made 
free with, he was in no humour to relinquish. 
Slowly he urged on the bewildered girl, before 
the terrified sight of the paralyzed and super- 
stitious Russian. He gained the door, and 
then the descent, before the ruffian could collect 
his bewildered senses. But soon a shout of 
alarm was heard, and voices responding. That 
shout seemed to recall the faculties of the 
young girl. She began to struggle from the 
grasp of Jocko, as he still made a continued 
progress in the vault. At length her fair hand 
coming in contact with the monkey's hairy 

148 THE CZAR. 

limb, she woke, as from a dream, in the sanc- 
tuary of her father's house, and gazed in won- 
derment around. A lamp, suspended over the 
embalmed bodies of saints, in the attitude of 
life, diffused its light over a ghastly exhibition 
of mortality. She believed that she had tra- 
velled in sleep, like a somnambulist, and that 
her faithful Jocko had followed her to protect 
her from harm, and was now forcing her away 
from danger. She mechanically favoured his 
progress, and imagined that the panorama of 
death around was some phantom of her unquiet 

The shouts which had terrified her were now 
continued, followed by oaths and boisterous 
vociferation. They came nearer. Jocko hur- 
ried his companion on — another step, and the 
tortuous passage would conceal them from view. 
A voice louder than the rest was heard in a 
tone of command. 

It reached the ear— the recollection of poor 

THE CZAR. 149 

Grace. At once the consciousness of all the 
dangers she had passed returned. She per- 
ceived — she felt that the monkey was seeking 
her preservation. She sprang forward ; but 
immediately in her path was placed one of those 
shrivelled inhabitants of the vaults, over whose 
ashy features fell the light of the lamp, and her 
limbs barely supported her sinking frame 
Jocko endeavoured to drag her on in vain. The 
steps were fast approaching ; a light poured in 
upon them from the torches of the pursuers. 
A score of guardsmen were visible, following 
their leader, one by one, as the width of the 
passage would not admit of more. Grace had 
retired with Jocko behind the mummied saint, 
whose appearance had terrified her. 

Brutes, as well as men, are sensible of the 
approach of danger ; and the former, equally 
with the latter, evince alacrity to escape from 
it. Jocko, not feeling himself sufficiently secure 


150 THE CZAR. 

in his present hiding place, yielded to his fears, 
and hastily crossed the path of the pursuers, 
bearing before him, as a shield, to protect him 
from such missiles as he had been made feel- 
ingly to appreciate, the whole, but easily carried 
mummy, behind which he had ensconced him- 

" A fig for the devil ! I warrant ye this ar- 
quebus will make a hole in his skin, be it ever 
so black and fireproof." 

ee Be cautious how ye advance," said another; 
" for aught we know, he may have turned off 
into one of these side-vaults." 

" For aught we know, indeed, brother, he 
may have taken a lodging in thy unholy 
body, considering the preference of his black 
majesty for favourite haunts." 

They had now approached the spot where 
Jocko was concealed, and, according to custom, 
bent their heads before the sainted mummy. 

THE CZAR. 151 

But what was their amazement and horror, 
when the relic was observed to move forward ! 

The body of the dead saint undoubtedly 
moved ;.' but the bodies of the living warriors 
of his Czarine majesty most certainly ran, and 
instantly disappeared ; whilst Jocko, in posses- 
sion of the field, boldly moved on, effectually 
concealing himself behind the dried parchment 
shield already described. 

The panic which took possession of the body- 
guard, effectually cleared the catacombs of the 
whole troop, and again all was still in those 
silent abodes of the dead. The fears of Jocko 
having vanished with the heroic guards, he 
returned to Grace, who had remained passive. 
The friendly pair were now enabled to proceed 
with more dispatch on their further way. 

The tumult in the vault had alarmed the 
congregation in the Temple, occupied in nightly 
masses for the soul of the departed Czarina. 

152 THE CZAR. 

The movement of Sir Thomas, who, before they 
could prevent him, had penetrated into the 
mysterious catacombs, had roused the indigna- 
tion of all the pious Muscovites who witnessed 
it, and who were scandalized by this intrusion 
of the heretic, which Mas contrary to their 
laws, and which, in that day, forbade his ad- 
mission. It was a scandal not to be endured. 

Their dismay increased, when they beheld 
him emerge from the vaults, bearing in his arms 
a young female, and they would have fallen 
upon him in their wrath, had not his appear- 
ance been succeeded by that of the dreaded foe 
of the human race, for such was the character 
they ascribed to Jocko. 

Horror seized them at the apparition. Their 
rage gave place to terror, as, without obstruc- 
tion, the Englishman, supporting his burthen, 
effected his exit from the Temple in safety. 

Wilmington, during his absence, had under- 

THE CZAR. 153 

gone inexpressible torture. He had in vain 
essayed to obtain admittance at the palace in 
his capacity of court physician. The entre 
that night was denied to all but the revellers 
and their victims. He rejoined Tubervile, but 
the pen has not power to describe the agony of 
the parent. It lasted but a few moments. The 
pass-word was heard, and in an instant every 
Englishman within its sound flew to the rescue. 
It was Sir Thomas, bearing in his arms the 
daughter of Wilmington, and followed by 

The joy of Wilmington was silent— it had 
no words. Not so with Tubervile and his fol- 
lowers. A hearty cheer from true British lungs 
welcomed the escape of their countrywoman, 
and forming a guard around the party, they 
proved a trusty escort. The crowd had 
gathered at the call of the priests, and with 
menaces and execrations accompanied them 

154 THE CZAR. 

home, making divers attempts to destroy Jocko ; 
but being ever good-humouredly repelled by 
his protectors, headed by the gallant George 

THE CZAR. 155 


" Ce qu'il y a de certain, c'est que le tzar permit aux Lu« 
theriens d'avoir un temple a Moscou." — Karamsin. 

" II avait permis aux Luthenens et aux Calvanistes d'avoir 
des eglises a Moscou. II est vrai qu'il les fit braler l'une et 
i'autre cinq ans plus tard, soit par crainte du scandale, soifc 
parce qu'elles excitaient le mecontentement du peuple." 

" Si spiega assai, chi s'arrossisce, e tace." 

The mob forbore, however, from an attack 
upon the house of the embassy. A secret awe 
for those possessed of the powers of necro- 
mancy restrained them ; but their fury required 
a vent, and the church of the Lutherans was 
now the object of their hatred. They proceeded 
towards it. 

156 THE CZAR. 

The pastor, however, domiciled near the spot, 
was warned in time, and fled. He sought the 
protection of the British ambassador, whilst 
the Temple of his faith was burnt to the 

But the English party, roused by the me- 
naces of the populace, were in the mean time 
in great alarm. Sir Thomas was in painful 

He had long been convinced that the beau- 
tiful daughter of his friend had become indis- 
pensable to his happiness. He recalled the 
preference which, spite her retired manner, 
Grace betrayed for him in look or word ; and 
his generous breast warmed with gratitude for 
the return of his ardent affection, which, in the 
modesty of his true regard for the lovely girl, 
he was often prone to despair of. 

The doctor supported his child, as she. clung 
to him in the tumult of her feelings. He had 
aged years in that night of fearful suspense. 

THE CZAR. 15? 

But his energies were not subdued, and he 
addressed the representative of his country in 
a calm but solemn tone — 

" My noble friend !" said Wilmington, grasp- 
ing with one hand that of Sir Thomas with 
fervour, whilst the other pressed Grace to his 
breast, " I am beholden to thee for much ; but 
I will lay claim to greater proofs of thy friend- 
ship. Our safety is at an end in Moscow ; but 
Providence watches over us, and favours our 
virtuous exertions. Sir Thomas, there is no 
home for my child but this — till we leave 
Moscow. I claim — I demand it as a right." 

The agitation of Sir Thomas was extreme — a 
tear started in his eye. 

" The queen, your mistress," continued Wil- 
mington, " did, at the earnest request of the 
Czar, appoint me physician to his majesty. 
The term has expired — I claim my conge. 
Twice in my stay I have restored him to health, 
H 2 

158 THE CZAR. 

In return, he would rob me of more than life — 
of honour. The contract is broken." 

Sir Thomas made no answer, but motioning 
to Wilmington to give him a private hearing, 
the doctor, after many fond and assuring 
caresses to his child, supported her to a couch, 
and then rejoined the ambassador. 

The conference was opened at first with 
much seeming embarrassment and emotion on 
the part of Sir Thomas. The doctor appeared 
unnerved by all the anxiety he had undergone, 
and at length gave vent to his feelings, called 
forth by the generous sentiments of his friend. 
After some moments of extreme excitement, he 
returned to Grace. 

All this while Jocko, who was not at all of a 
romantic or sentimental turn, and who had 
borne his perils with a degree of equanimity 
truly admirable, now conscious of his compara- 
tive safety, was giving loose to an extraordinary 

THE CZAR. 159 

ebullition of joy, with many frantic demonstra- 
tions. Still in possession of the sword of the 
Czarevitch, he brandished it around him, to the 
no small peril of his best friends ; and when 
his martial prowess had abated, he sprang upon 
his master's shoulders, sent aloft his cap and 
plume, then gave Tubervile a turn, twisting his 
ruffles in direct contradiction to the rules of 
fashion, and now he crouched at the feet of 
Grace, twitching her dress, to recall her to a 
participation in his delight. 

Sir Thomas would have interfered, but Grace 
was suddenly awakened to the presence of her 
little friend, and one sweet word from those lips 
disarmed his wrath. 

Tubervile had been called away, and Sir 
Thomas, glancing around, found himself alone 
with the lovely girl, he seized her hand. 

" One word, sweet Grace ! Vouchsafe me a 
hearing," said the ambassador, in a tremulous 
voice. " In these moments of anguish to thy 


gentle spirit, the events of the few last hours 
must plead for my rash suit. But pardon, 
gentle one, as thou dost love thy spotlessness, 
thy father's honour, pardon my abrupt confes- 
sion. My heart, my love is thine, all thine ; I 
■worship thee as my honour, the which is dearer 
to me than life. Trust me, sweet Grace ! 
and if thou thinkest 'twere possible in thee, 
when I have more deserved it, to make me some 
requital in thy regard, now let the name of 
England's ambassador shield thee as his ho- 
noured wife from harm. My Grace ! sweet 
Grace ! hide not that face which is, to this fond 
heart, like the glorious sun, which veiled, leaves 
desolation !" and Sir Thomas pressed with deep 
emotion the little hand Avhich trembled in his 
own, but was not withdrawn. 

c: Heed not the abruptness of my entreaty; 
my affections, my fears, my respect, embolden 
me at this time to urge my suit, to shield thee 
from harm, Grace! dear Grace! be mine, 

THE CZAR. 161 

this hour, this moment ! Though thou mayst 
entertain no love for me, mine has no selfish 
thought. I am thy slave, and do thou use me 
as a servant, in thy need !" 

The beautiful tresses of the lovely girl, in 
their then disorder, were a happy veil to her 

iC My love shall hallow thee, sweet Grace ! 
Accept my name ; to time we'll leave the proof 
of my devotion. And when thy gentle heart 
is quieted — when England's shore is the proud 
bulwark of our sacred home, then, only then, 
will I assert a husband's right. Thy father 
gives consent. 

The emotion of Grace was almost painful to 
witness ; an epoch of life had been crowded into 
the last few hours of existence ; her over- 
wrought brain had laboured with her terrors 
till it confused her thought ; but the tones of 
Sir Thomas had recalled her to a vivid sense of 
all that had passed. Gradually she gave way j 

162 THE CZAR. 

and when the ambassador named her father's 
consent, her head drooped upon his shoulder, 
and she burst into a flood of tears. 

The voice of George Tubervile was heard, 
and before Sir Thomas could resume the self- 
possession and dignity of his character, the 
lovers were confronted by his secretary, the 
doctor, and a stranger, whose appearance was 
of the clerical order. 

Tubervile cast a wistful glance at the con- 
fidential position in which he had surprised the 
parties, and on any other occasion would have 
made due apology for the intrusion ; but that 
morning was not one for punctilio and ceremony, 
and though Sir Thomas looked as if he wished 
his secretary on the top of Greenwich obser- 
vatory, the youth's business entirely related to 
the hemisphere of his friends on this occasion, 
and whatever were his passing reflections on 
certain probabilities connected with certain per- 
ceptibilities, with as much delicacy as he could 

THE CZAR. 163 

command, he appeared not to heed the pro- 
dromi of terrestrial affinities, however much 
they might eclipse his own light. 

" Sir Thomas, by your leave," said he, with 
affected nonchalance, " methinks the Czar of 
Muscovy will declare war against the territory 
of our hotel, for here comes to claim your pro- 
tection the pastor of the Lutheran church ; the 
lieges of his majesty having burnt him out. 

Sir Thomas advanced to receive, with Eng- 
lish hospitality, the prelate. 

" My welcome, respected sir, and such shel- 
ter and store as my roof affords, pray you com- 
mand ; and, lest a sense of obligation should 
burthen you, in the name of all present right 
speedily will I acquit you thereof, so you be 
willing to favour us." 

A few confidential words passed between 
them, in which joined Master Wilmington, and 
then did the ambassador issue orders for the 

164 THE CZAR. 

attendance of all the English officers of his 

The summons was promptly obeyed ; and 
then and there, in the presence of approving 
friends, with the fervent blessings of every loyal 
heart, and the invocation of Him " from whom 
all blessings flow," were Sir Thomas Randolph 
and Grace Wilmington made one. 

Grace then withdrew, attended by her father, 
who enjoined her to seek repose, and her hus- 
band returned to wait on his guests. 

The banquet was spread, and the pastor 
having asked a blessing, all did freely partake 
of the good cheer. 

George Tubervile soon recovered his com- 
posure, though somewhat discomfited by the 
departure, as he styled it, of Grace ; and tak- 
ing upon himself the responsibility of summon- 
ing into the presence every individual of high 
or low degree of the household, who boasted an 

THE CZAR. 165 

English name, he commanded every goblet to 
be filled to the brim, and was about to make 
an eloquent speech, rich in elaborate tropes 
and elegant metaphor, when conflicting emo- 
tions suffused his breast, flushed his cheek — a 
tear started in his eye, and all he could pro- 
nounce, as he gave the toast, was 
<( The ambassadress of England." 
A mighty cheer rent the hall — it echoed far 
and wide, from the stout lungs of loyal English- 
men ; it shook the desetnik of the Strelitz sta- 
tioned at the gate, who started and primed their 
matchlocks ; it reverberated in the chamber of 
Grace, and awoke the Lady Randolph from 
one of the happiest dreams that had ever 
enlivened her slumbers. 

166 THE CZAR. 


" Jean Basilowitz fit clouer le chapeau sur la tetS d'un 
ambassadeur Italien qui s'etait couvert en sa presence."— 
Relation de la Moscovie, 1687. 

" This Juan Vasilowiag nail'd an embassador's bat to his 
head." — Collins. 

" Le fier Anglais (Randolph) offense de cette injure, se 
couvrit sur le champ."— Karamsin. 

" He not only put on Ins hat, but cockt it before him."— 

The night of debauch and profligacy was at an 
end. The sun, bright and cheerful, held its 
brilliant course over the vast city. As if in 
mockery of the misery of man, its smiling 
beams reflected on the glittering spires and 

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minarets of the thousand churches of Moscow, 
seemed to call humanity to life and hope. 

But the unsated destroyer was at hand. 
Bursting from the precincts of the palace, a 
troop of horsemen appeared, headed by the 
Czar and his worthy son. Each trooper sup- 
ported before him a female. Defenceless and 
subdued, the victims of lust were passive, and 
insensible to insult. The wife's honour and 
the mother's pride were extinct, in them, and 
the beams of the sun fell on cheeks that 
blushed to meet them. 

The cortege advanced in order as the mo- 
narch led the way. That servile crew, prompt 
to ravish innocence, were now ready to take the 
life they had rendered worthless. As the mon- 
ster advanced, each one speculated on the next 
whim of their master. 

But Ivan left this additional work of fero- 
city undone, and having paraded the victims 
round the walls of the city, and, for pastime, 

168 THE CZAR. 

set fire to the farms of the disgraced Boyars, 
Which happened to lie in his path, extirmi- 
nated their servants and cattle ; restored, with 
a mockery of attention and consideration, every 
female to her home, where many died of shame, 
or expired from the brutal treatment they had 

But the despot — the assassin of womankind, 
could not forget the bitter disappointment he 
had received in encountering the hideous 
form that substituted the lovely Grace Wil- 
mington. In vain he endeavoured to chase 
from his mind the demon-shape that met his 
amorous gaze, llage fired his eye. His cheek, 
his quivering lip, bleeding from the unconscious 
infliction of his teeth, evinced his inward wrath. 
His suspicious glance, as it rested on the coun- 
tenances of his companions in licentiousness, 
Seemed to detect there a lurking sneer of deri- 
sion ; and the vent his choler found, was in the 
extermination of his prostrate subjects. 

THE CZAR. 169 

The worthy Czarevitch was at his side— 
emulating the deeds of his parent. It was yet 
unknown to both how similar had been their 
disappointments, and each fearing the other's 
opinion, was little disposed to that mutual con- 
fidence which usually took place on the morrow 
succeeding a night of feast, accompanied with 
quaint remark and jokes upon their companions, 
and their victims. 

It was long past the hour appointed for the 
reception of ambassadors, when the monarch 
returned to the palace. So abstracted had he 
been, that not till he perceived the train of 
attendants, the pomp of the military assembled, 
and the high dignitaries of state and church 
awaiting, did he recall to mind the business of 
the day ; and with increased mortification did 
he perceive this neglect of his duties. Ascend- 
ing the steps of the hall, a throng of Boyars, 
in gorgeous array, made homage as he passed. 
Entering the chamber, he first perceived Sir 

170 THE CZAR. 

Thomas Randolph standing near the doorway, 
who gave the customary salute on his approach. 
The arm of a female was drawn within his own ; 
her person was covered from head to foot with 
a white veil. The Czar appeared not to have 
noticed them, but an indescribable emotion 
pervaded him, and his brow lowered in deeper 

The Boyars, who had lived long enough to 
know the meaning of every look of the Czar, 
turned pale. His majesty ascended the throne. 

Right and left the dignitaries resumed their 
seats, covered, according to custom, with their 
high caps of fur. The Czarevitch took his place 
at the foot of the throne. A solemn silence 
reigned ; the favourite Viazemsky, and even the 
buffoons, were mute. 

The Conte Moriano, a stripling diplomatist, 
on a mission to the Czar from an Italian state, 
was presented. 

This youthful representative of a small state, 


was possessed of conceit rather proportionate 
to his estimation of himself, than his master's 
power ; and as the Boyars remained covered in 
the presence of their Muscovite sovereign, the 
Conte took a similar license to wear his own 

Now it happened that the Jesuit, Possevin, 
had enlightened the Czar as to the states and 
power of Italian princes, and when Ivan de- 
tected the ambassador's omission, he com- 
manded his approach. 
"Thy name?" 

ee The Conte Moriano, late colonel of the 
guard, and minister plenipotentiary, as your 
majesty doth know. My master greets you 
with professions of regard, and offers of sup- 
port by land and sea." 

There Mas a smile on the lips of Ivan. 
" Thy master's liberality doth merit our re- 
quital. What say ye, Boyars ? Shall we form 
alliance with this great and mighty prince? 

172 THE CZAR. 

Here, by true vouchers, have we proof that the 
territories of the duke reach from the banks of 
the Po — even to the sea ; whose area measures 
something less than that of Moscow city !" 

The ambassador felt uneasy, and forgot he 
wore his beaver. 

The Czar continued — 

" The land forces of this same sovereign 
amount to the formidable array of fivescore 
fighting men! 

" Now, wisehead," said his majesty, as he 
overheard the buffoon, Griaznoi, laughing to 
himself, " unless thou show good cause why 
thou dost forget the august presence of the 
ambassador, the noble Conte Moriano, shall we 
scourge thee for thy presumption ?" 

" Save your servant, Ivan Vassilivitch, me- 
thought the ambassador Mas late colonel of the 
duke's forces ?" 

" And what an he were ?" 

" Please your majesty, I have heard that a 

THE CZAR. 173 

commander-in-chief, once upon a time, led the 
van of his army ; and not deigning to count the 
numbers, called out to them to march four 
a-breast ; whereupon he was answered by the 
trumpeter, i We are only three with the 
drummer/ Now, with your majesty's leave, 
methinks this must have been the general of 
the land forces of the royal Italian duke." 

The smile of the Czar saved the buffoon. 

a Count Moriano," resumed the autocrat, 
" we should have courted the alliance of the 
duke, thy master, none the less for his humble 
sway. But be it known to thy most noble am- 
bassadorship, that in proof of our admiration 
of thy greatness, in approaching our presence 
wearing thy beaver, though the same be deemed 
an affront in thine own country, we do adjudge 
thee to continue henceforward the new fashion 
thou hast adopted. Maluta, see it nailed to his 
head \» 

The Italian fell upon his knees ; but ere a 

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174 THE CZAR. 

moment had elapsed, the ready ministers to the 
will of an autocrat were provided with the 
necessary implements. 

Ere the fatal nail was driven into the brain 
of the Italian, a woman's shriek was heard j 
and, at the same moment, Sir Thomas Ran- 
dolph rushed forward to arrest the arm lifted 
to strike. 'Twas too late ; — the beaver of the 
Italian ambassador shadowed the brow of a 

Sir Thomas Randolph shuddered. He turned 
from the body, and the approving smile of a 
servile assembly met his indignant eye. 

The eyes of the Czar twinkled as he chuckled 
with joy at the terrors he imagined he had 
inspired in the breast of the Englishman. 

Sir Thomas, with a sweeping glance of ab- 
horrence and indignation, which comprehended 
all the assistants in the horrid tragedy he had 
witnessed, fixed on the Czar a look of calm 
and proud defiance. His breast heaved with 

THE CZAR. 175 

the honest emotions of his soul. Outraged 
humanity extinguished in him every feeling of 
respect for the detested monster in whose pre- 
sence he stood. His commanding figure, ele- 
vated to its full height, he advanced two paces 
with a firm and determined step ; and whilst 
his eye encountered that of the Czar, slowly 
raised his hat, and placed it on his head ; and, 
as if to confirm his defiance of the murderer, 
he struck down the crown thereof, to fasten 
the covering more firmly on his brow. 

The action, the look, the bearing of the 
British ambassador, asserting the rights of 
humanity, stepping forth from the limits of 
diplomatic rule, and proclaiming the law of 
nature, impressed the bystanders with an over- 
powering astonishment at his audacity. Each 
Boyar stood up — the hatchets of the guard were 
lifted to strike. The Czar himself rose from 
his seat, stung by the bold defiance of the 

1/6 THE CZAR. 

" Rash man ! what meanest thou? Seest 
thou not at thy feet the consequence of pre- 
sumption? Knowest thou not the fate that 
awaits thee?" 

ce Czar, I know my fate depends not on thee. 
The representative of Elizabeth, England's 
mighty queen, defies thy threats. "Will she 
not, thinkest thou, revenge her ambassador? 
Should my head be perilled here, then look to 
tthine own, as well as all these mighty Boyars, 
who have so approvingly looked on during the 
daughter of an ambassador. The sacredness 
of kings belongs to the person of an ambassador. 
He is protected by the law of nations, as well 
as by the laAV of God. The presumption of 
this inexperience.! youth might have excited 
thy pity, not thy vengeance." 

The autocrat had shrunk back into his seat, 
awed by the speaker's eloquence. 

The tyrant had moments of magnanimity, 
which have puzzled his contemporaries and 

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historians. Brilliant, though evanescent, they 
have served as a pretext for panegyric, and 
have thus enabled them to hand down to pos- 
terity some redeeming traits in his character. 

Amazement was depicted on the faces of the 
Boyars. The Czar, with a reproachful expres- 
sion of voice and look, turned towards his 
counsellors and subjects, exclaiming — 

" Which of you would dare to do this for 
me V Then turning to Sir Thomas, with a 
countenance reflecting for the moment senti- 
ments which, if lasting, had rendered his name 
glorious in future ages, replied — 

u Has Sir Thomas Randolph any injustice 
to complain of, which may touch the honour of 
the representative of our well-beloved sister, 
Elizabeth of England? Speak freely, and say 
not we are more ready to punish insolence 
than to do justice to merit." 

At these words Sir Thomas Randolph, who 

178 THE CZAR. 

had hitherto maintained his proud attitude, 
now gracefully took off his hat, with that ad- 
mirable dignity which was natural to him, and 
made obeisance to the Czar. Then approach- 
ing a group of persons who had remained in 
the background, he again advanced, supporting 
a lady Von his arm. On either side of him 
were Master Tubervile and Wilmington. When 
within a few steps of the throne, he consigned 
the lady to the care of his companions, and 
bending his knee, thus addressed Ivan — 

" Great Czar ! I have, indeed, whereof to 
complain. Last night, some miscreants, bent 
on villany, did forcibly enter the dwelling of 
an Englishman, and in his absence did, from 
his honest roof, purloin his daughter, and bring 
her into your palace ; when, by a miracle, as it 
doth appear, her rescue came, and saved her 
from a fate all honourable men would dread to 
think upon. ? Tis justice I demand, that, for 

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this flagrant breach of law, the offender may be 
brought to punishment." 

The Czar coloured with self-accusing guilt ; 
but as the ambassador did not name the suf- 
ferer, and only advanced that a girl was brought 
to the palace, he quickly concluded that some 
English merchant's daughter, and not Wilming- 
ton's, had been thus used. Readily conceiving 
that he could not be implicated in the nefarious 
transaction, the Czar stoutly attested that, if 
Sir Thomas would make known the accuser 
and the accused, justice should be done, what- 
ever might be the rank of the parties. 

A gleam of satisfaction spread over the manly 
countenance of the ambassador, as he bowed, 
and rising from that kneeling posture, led for- 
ward the lady, and again addressed the autocrat s* 

" The British maiden thus insulted, and who 
besought the protection of the representative 
of her country's sovereign, was Grace, daughter 


of Walter Wilmington, physician at your 
court, but now the Lady Randolph." 

At the announcement of her name, Grace 
tremblingly lifted the veil, and, more beautiful 
than ever, stood before the Czar. 

Ivan, with the full consciousness of his own 
dastardly scheme for the ruin of the lovely 
creature, was exasperated at the development of 
further projects of villany, and met with uneasi- 
ness the innocent blush of the Englishwoman. 
His suspicious mind was impressed with the 
conviction that some faithless subject had en- 
deavoured to cheat him of his prey. He main- 
tained, however, sufficient composure to enact 
the part of innocence ; and granted a semblance 
of protection, and made a show of justice, to 
the English ambassador's wife. 

" Now, by St. Serge ! fair lady, will we see 
thee righted; and if in our dominions the 
ruffian lurks, we will straightway drag him 


forth, and make such example of the miscreant 
as shall forewarn all future evil-doers." 

Before that vast assembly, where a thousand 
eyes were fixed on her beautiful countenance 
in wonder and admiration, the conscious girl, 
who had come there roused with indignation, 
now felt her self-possession forsake her. Within 
a few paces' length she espied and recognised 
the villain who had seized upon her person — it 
was the Czarevitch. Her tongue faltered, and 
refused to give utterance to her charge. Her 
limbs shook, and overcome with honest shame, 
she fell into her father's arms. 

Whilst this was passing, Master Tubervile 
had not been an idle spectator. The features 
of an officer of the guard had rivetted his 
attention, whilst the Russian's eye sank before 
his own. 

Impelled by a chivalrous spirit, he bent his 

knee before the sovereign. 

(i Grant me your patience, mighty prince ! 
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182 THE CZAR. 

Last night it was my chance to be within hear- 
ing of the lady's scream, when the villains were 
bearing her away. I was overpowered by 
numbers in attempting her rescue ; and there 
stands, in presence of your majesty, the leader 
of that lawless troop." 

Ci Now, Athanasius Yiazemsky, lest thou 
disprove the words of this cavalier, by the blood 
of St. Nicholas ! thy life shall pay the forfeit of 
this outrage." 

The wily Russian felt that his only chance of 
safety lay in his effrontery, and without hesita- 
tion, calling all the saints of Russia to witness, 
stoutly denied the charge. 

The Czar glanced at Tubervile, and then at 
Yiazemsky. His discrimination readily noted 
the confidence of the one, and detected the 
guilt of the other. 

" How is this ?" he observed. " Shall we 
decide without witness ? The lady shall ex- 


But it may not be wondered at that a being 
so formed for retirement should be overpowered 
by the presence of a sovereign and a crowd of 
courtiers. Unable to proffer a word from a 
confused sense of indignation and shame, her 
face became suffused with blushes, her eyes 
filled with tears, and the father and husband 
withdrew the lovely girl to the further end of 
the apartment. 

But Master George was still himself; the 
same measured and calm delivery of speech 
characterised the stripling poet. No extra- 
ordinary animation of feature or of manner Mas 
discernible, and he continued — 

e: With all deference to your majesty's su- 
preme discernment, I hold it difficult to decide 
on such contradictory evidence. The Prince 
Viazemsky doth contend that he is innocent of 
that of which I do accuse him, whilst I do 
solemnly assert, he was the man who led the 
ruffians to possess my friend's daughter. Now, 

184 THE CZAR. 

my liege ! 'tis customary, where gentlemen can- 
not otherwise adjust their quarrels with their 
equals, that he who feels himself in'ured shall 
demand reparation. So, may it please your 
majesty, I do beseech the Prince Viazemsky 
be commanded to appear against me, in mortal 
combat ; and, in the presence of this assembly, 
give I unto thy subject, Athanasius Viazem- 
sky, prince, the lie, and do now challenge 
him to encounter me, armed with sword and 
dagger, Avhen, with my sturdy weapon, will I 
prove him a caitiff— liar [" 

There was a general smile throughout the 
assembly when these words were carefully 
recapitulated by the interpreter. In sooth, it 
was a novel sight for the Russians to behold a 
mere stripling challenging a bearded warrior 
of the legion of the Opritchnina. The youth- 
ful astrologer, however, was above the common 
height, but so slender, so delicately fair, that 
the majority there would have given him more 

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credit for wielding a distaff than a sword. And 
this doubt of his warlike powers was materially 
heightened by the apparel of Master George. 
He was equipped in a white satin vest, the sleeves 
of which fitted closely to his wrist. A doublet 
of chestnut brown, richly ornamented with 
delicate embroidery, to correspond. A belt, 
ornamented with precious stones, sustained 
his sword and dagger. His stockings and his 
trunks were also white ; and his garters and 
shoes of buff, were tied with white ribbons. 
Altogether his effeminate appearance preju- 
diced the Boyars against his prowess ; and 
when no less a personage than the Prince 
Viazemsky, one of the most sanguinary of the 
legion of the Opritchnina, was challenged by 
him, their contempt for the young cavalier was 
scarcely restrained, and but for the presence 
of the Czar, would have exhibited itself in a 
very general burst of laughter. 

i( He says most truly/ 3 quickly interrupted 


the Czar, who did not wish a further expose 
with the English ambassador, <e and a right 
noble proposition." It hath our consent. 
Viazemsky ! we command thee to give the 
foreigner satisfaction for that of which he ac- 
cuses thee, this very hour; and prepare thy- 
self forthwith, for we will view this feat of 

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" Les Boyards, pour se vanger delay, persuaderent au Czar 
de luy donner un cheval sauvage a dresser, et l'ambassadeur 
le fit avec tant d'adresse, lc menagea si bien, et le fatigua 
tellemcnt, qu'il le fit crever sous luy." — Relation Clrieuse. 

" This made them persuade tire emperour to give him a wild 
horse to tame, which he did, managing him with such rigour, 
that the horse grew so tyr'd and tam'd, that he fell down 
dead under him." — Collins. 

" His swift and savage breed 

Had nerved him like the mountain roe; 

* * * * 

With gasps and glazing eyes he lay, 

And reeking limbs immoveable, 
His first and last career is done !" 

Whilst the combatants were preparing for 
the lists, the Czar was informed that a beauti- 
ful horse, present from a tributary khan, had 


arrived ; his majesty commanded that it should 
be led into the court before the palace. Ivan 
approached the casement to view the animal. 
When it appeared, a murmur of admiration 
ran through the assembled Boyars. 

" In truth he was a noble steed, 

A Tartar of the Ukraine breed, 

Who look'd as though the speed of thought 
Were in his limbs : but he was wild, 

Wild as the wild deer, and untaught ; 
With spur and bridle undefiled— 

'Twas but a day he had been caught; 
And snorting, with erected mane, 
And struggling fiercely, but in vain, 
In the full foam of wrath and dread, 
The desert-born was led." 

The emperor was enchanted — a novel source 
of excitement was before him ; and on the 
instant commands were issued that the wild 
horse should be caparisoned, for the first time, 
and mounted in his presence. 

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The rider of the horse experienced, however, 
that the saddle was on the wrong one, for no 
sooner had he vaulted into his seat, than he 
was thrown. 

Again the steed was secured; another at- 
tempted, and met with a similar fate. Ivan 
looked on enraged— not at the discomfiture of 
his servants, but at the rebellion of the noble 
animal to his will — and turning to Godounoff, 
whose courage and equestrian skill were well 
known, he commanded him to subdue the yet 
unconquered brute. 

The courtier turned pale, but prepared to 
obey. Sir Thomas Randolph advancing, gave 
much friendly counsel to the young Russian 
on the mode of managing this fierce steed, 
which emanated from his own experience, he 
being a right chivalrous knight, and well 
skilled in horsemanship. 

Meanwhile a thought suggested itself to 
the wily Russian, that the Englishman might 

190 THE CZAR. 

be turned to a better account than giving 
advice ; appealing therefore to his majesty, he 
insinuated that from modesty alone he was 
induced to decline the honour, whilst such a 
competent equestrian as the English ambas- 
sador -was present, who, doubtless, on such an 
occasion, would be proud to exhibit his ad- 
dress in such august presence, to pleasure his 

The feeling which had prompted the kindly 
interference of Sir Thomas did honour to his 
heart. He considered the safety of a fellow- 
creature was endangered ; any information, 
therefore, that he could give, which might 
offer an additional security to the slave of 
a monarches whim, he considered an act of 
humanity. But finding his generous senti- 
ments thus maliciously interpreted, he turned 
a look of contempt on the minion, and answered 
the ungrateful suggestion by stating that, in 
the capacity of England's envoy, he came not 

THE CZAR. 191 

to instruct his majesty's subjects in the noble 
art of horsemanship. 

The allusion of GodounofF, however, was 
quickly seized upon by the envious courtiers. 
The chances were against the success of their 
countryman in mastering the steed. Each 
feared lest his own turn might come to be 
summoned to the attempt, and the neck of 
the Englishman was at least not equal, in their 
estimation, to the value of theirs. 

A sneer was visible on the countenances of 
the Boyars. 

te Methinks your majesty," said one, " that 
the ambassador is most prudent. In his own 
country, doubtless, the breed is tamer, in which 
case horse and man are better suited to each 

" Perhaps my liege," observed another, " the 
ambassador who lords it so bravely in your 
royal presence, with his beaver on, bold as 

192 THE CZAR. 

he looks, might nevertheless hesitate ere he 
ventured to bestride your gallant steed." 

These shafts of malice fell harmless and 
unheeded by Sir Thomas, who was not to be 
roused by the dastardly insinuations of men 
for whom he entertained no other sentiment 
than contempt. 

a Fain would we witness/' said the Czar, 
" a specimen of that horsemanship of Eng- 
land's chivalry, so often vaunted in our ears. 
Sir Thomas, we would know if thy country 
can produce aught that will compare with the 
well-known skill of our subjects. Wouldst 
thou pleasure us ? Wouldst thou dare " 

a Mighty Czar ! The subjects of my queen 
dare all that is honourable and possible. I 
accede to your majesty's request." 

The jealous Boyars enjoyed the anticipation 
of the Englishman's discomfiture. 

" Now, by the saints ! will we witness thy 

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dexterity/' said Ivan ; and turning to the de- 
lighted courtiers, he ordered the animal to be 
brought again into his presence, before the 
balcony which commanded the space in front 
of the palace. 

A curb was attached to the head of the 
noble animal, that now pranced into the area. 
Of pure Tartar breed, with distended nostrils, 
the hoofs of the proud courser spurned the 
dust. All was life and action. 

A smile of malicious pleasure was visible on 
the features of Ivan, and of his courtiers. But 
Grace was in utter dismay, and it required all 
the self-possession which was manifest in the 
firm demeanour of her husband to restore her 
confidence. Sir Thomas, having resigned her 
to the charge of her father and George Tuber- 
vile, descended the steps to the arena. Exul- 
tation was evident in the countenance of the 
Czar, triumph in that of the Czarevitch, as he 
regarded the wife of the ambassador. The soul 

194 THE CZAR. 

of the devoted wife was in her eye, as she 
•watched the rapid evolutions of the foaming 
beast, and followed every movement of him 
who was now to her more than life ; and as- 
suredly his life was in danger, as she surmised 
from the whispers which escaped those who 
surrounded her. 

But those half-suppressed ejaculations of fear 
and envy are no longer — a portentous silence 
has succeeded. Sir Thomas Randolph, at a 
bound, vaulted upon the hitherto unconquered 

Like the spectator of a battle, upon the 
result of which defeat or victory depends, 
Ivan started forward as he beheld the master- 
power of the Englishman, and foresaw the 
probable result of that skill to which his sub- 
jects were unequal. 

At first the brute was stupified, as it were, 
with surprise — for a moment subdued, he 
then attempted some slight feints, as if to 

THE CZAR. 195 

measure the power of his rider. And now the 
struggle for freedom commenced — it was a 
fearful one, and the hopes of the envious 

The silent prayers of Grace were addressed 
to Heaven. 

The steed, unable to throw his rider, tried 
every means in his power to disencumber him- 
self of his unwelcome companion. In vain he 
reared, or plunged, or whirled in mazy evolu- 
tions ; darted on one side, and as quickly on 
the other; rushed forward, and as suddenly 
fell back; galloped furiously, and halted in 
mid- career. His rider seemed a part of him- 
self. Deliberate — attentive — conscious of his 
power, he suffered the animal to exhaust him- 
self in all his various attempts for freedom. 
And now in full sweep round the arena, he was 
taught to feel the indomitable power of his 
master. The strong curb, drawn by that steady 

196 THE CZAR. 

and fearless arm, threw him on his haunches. 
Again he practised every feint, strained every 
sinew, and the scourge lashed his foaming 
sides. That dreadful curb was all powerful. 
Again his mad career was stopped at once. 
His blood-stained jaws evinced his torment, 
their foam his rage. Wearied at length, ex- 
hausted, subdued, the proud steed, incapable 
of further resistance, gradually succumbed, and 
trembling in every joint, under the terrible 
punishment he had received, seemed tacitly 
to acknowledge the domination of man over 
the brute creation. 

That portion of the populace within the 
precincts of the Kremlin that had beheld the 
achievement, had become intensely interested 
in the result. And when Sir Thomas gave the 
rein to his steed, they followed in his track 
with that impetus so inherent in mankind for 
the love of the wonderful. As the horseman 

THE CZAR. 197 

passed with rapidity, their breath was sus- 
pended, and a silence, almost awful, reigned 
over the crowd, and in the palace. 

And now the admiration of the multitude 
burst forth in tumultuous shouts ; for once 
they forgot the presence of their sovereign. 

The mastered brute was reined in before 
the astonished Czar and his court, and ere 
Sir Thomas could alight, " fell down dead 
under him." 

Springing from his back, the ambassador 
leapt the intervening space, mounted the steps 
of the Krasnoi Kriltzo, and heedless of majesty, 
forgetting the assembled crowd, rushed to his 
bride, who, agitated by fear and hope, anguish 
and doubt, overwhelmed with gratitude to Pro- 
vidence for the safety of her husband, sank 
into his arms. 


193 THE CZAR. 


" Poor Pug was delivered over to the secular power, who 
chastised him so severely, that " — Collins's Russia. 

" The monkey was condemned, and by peculiar order from 
the Patriarch, carried in public view as a criminal through the 
streets.' 1 &c. — Perry's State of Russia. 

" Vedutolo, il principe sputo in terra & delibero che per 
l'avvenire ncn fosse data facolta di poter combattere a fores- 
tieri contro ii suoi." — Sigismgndo Commentary. 

" When the day came, and the Sun happened to be fully as 
much darkened as he had given out, the mob the same even- 
ing gathered about the house, and demanded the secretary, 
that they might bum and tear him to pieces." — Perry's 

The whole population of Moscow appeared to 
be in commotion that morning. Strange ru- 
mours were going abroad amongst a multitude 

THE CZAR. 199 

prone to the marvellous in a bigoted age, and 
blindly devoted to a superstitious priesthood. 
The new metropolitan was nearly in a state of 
frenzy, for the second apparition of Jocko in 
the temple appeared so miraculous, that it con- 
firmed him in his suspicions that he was in 
verity the evil one. The populace, eager to re- 
ceive, and too indolent to investigate the matter, 
added, by their fears, to his alarm, and propa- 
gated with much dispatch the rumour of the 
vicinity of the Devil. 

Here was matter for novel observation on the 
learning of man, and much to his disparagement, 
when compared with the community of mon- 
keys. For, even in that day, we have incon- 
trovertible proof that the race of Jocko was in 
fact deified. " In Peru/ 5 says a contemporary 
of that age, " they keepe them very carefully, 
" holding them to be creatures beloved of God, 
" because they have their hands and feet like 
" humane creatures f and, again — " The people 

200 THE CZAR. 

<l of apes/' as Philostratus has called them, (: were 
i( no other than the pygmies immortalized by 
" Homer, who, in his Geranomaclria, relates, 
" that the male line of that nation failing, one 
" Gerana became their queen ; a woman of an 
K admired beauty, and whom the citizens wor- 
<{ shipped as a goddess." Thus, the degrading- 
opinion of this Muscovite, that the genus was 
bedevilled, induces us to attribute such slander 
to malice; for though Paul Jove ventured to 
call certain liege subjects of the Czar " ultra 
Lapones" men, it is evident that there were 
many sceptics, and Tyson has evidently classed 
the Samoiedes and Laplanders with pygmies, 
justly, as he thinks, refuting the traveller, who 
nevertheless asserts, that in voice and manner 
the nondescripts assimilated to monkeys. 

But, whatever the conjecture may be, the 
fact was, that the loyal citizens of Moscow were, 
as we have before related, in no very enviable 
state of mind, and their increasing alarm me- 

THE CZAR. 201 

naced with fatal consequences our esteemed 
acquaintance, Jocko. 

"Whilst the English party were in attendance 
at the palace, a procession of all the church 
dignitaries and caloyers, in their official dress, 
armed with flambeaux, saints and relics, were 
progressing with becoming solemnity towards 
the mansion of the ambassador, headed by the 
new metropolitan. 

First came a priest with a basin, a ewer, and 
napkin, to remove impurity of contact with the 

Then followed three more, each bearing a red 
and white banner. 

Next in succession were the priests, in their 
sacerdotal robes. 

Four acolytes followed, with lanterns fixed 
on the tops of high poles. 

Then came a huge cross, borne upon an 
horizontal one, each end of which rested upon 
the shoulders of a monk. 

202 THE CZAR. 

Next followed the images and relics, veiled, 
carried on the heads of caloyers. 

And lastly, the metropolitan ; a dais sup- 
ported over him, and hundreds of priests closing 
the procession. 

The household of the embassy were in at- 
tendance on Sir Thomas at the palace, and the 
few who remained behind, gave way before that 
formidable multitude. Jocko was surrendered 
to the priestly power — bound hand and foot, 
and placed in a cart. 

The procession resumed its way to the place 
of executions, followed by the common hang- 
man of the city, armed with the iron knotted 

A novel scene was mean time preparing in 
the court of the Kremlin. The lists were opened 
for mortal combat. Around, far as the vast 
space would admit, were ranged the spectators. 
All the troops in Moscow were present. The 
casements of the palace were crowded ; an in- 

THE CZAR. 203 

tense interest was exhibited by the immense 
assembly, for the achievement of Sir Thomas in 
subduing the spirit of the wild horse, which 
several there had in vain essayed to master, had 
humbled in some measure their self-conceit, and 
silenced their sarcasm and ridicule. In fact, he 
had inspired them with rather a higher estimate 
of the prowess of his countrymen than they 
were disposed to acknowledge, and they now 
began to respect the juvenile, and almost effe- 
minate, appearance of George Tubervile. 

At a signal, a flourish of trumpets proclaimed 
the appearance of the combatants, who advanced 
from opposite sides ofthe arena. Appearances 
were mostly in favour of Viazemsky. ? Tis true, 
he offered a better mark than Tubervile, from his 
national and boasted rotundity of person ; and 
if bravery had been measured by height and 
width, he had certainly the vantage ground, as 
he would have made two such as his antagonist. 
He wore a helmet and a cuirass. In his right 

204 THE CZAR. 

hand a sabre, — in the left, a dagger pointed at 
both ends. Tubervile, however, caused no little 
astonishment in the spectators, when, having 
divested himself of his jerkin, he presented 
himself armed only with a rapier. But a mos- 
quito has sometimes the advantage over a bull. 
The first attack of Viazemsky was tremendous ; 
and Sir Thomas, though conscious of his se- 
cretary's pre-eminence as a swordsman, enter- 
tained some slight misgivings as to the result. 
Round the arena Tubervile was driven by the 
impetuosity of his antagonist, maintaining a 
wary and defensive fight. Viazemsky had made 
several attempts to close with Tubervile, that 
he might avail himself of his double-pointed 
dagger. But at each attempt, he still found 
the ever-ready point of Master George's rapier 
constantly at his breast. The rapid blows of his 
sabre were parried with admirable coolness and 
skill by an arm which, though young, possessed, 
from the temperance and practice of Tubervile, 

THE CZAR. 205 

a strength of muscle far superior to that of the 
voluptuous Opritchnik. And now turned the 
tide of war. 

Viazemsky, encumbered with his helmet and 
cuirass, perspiring at every pore, felt himself 
necessitated to abate in some degree the violence 
of his exertion. Tubervile, constantly availing 
himself of every relaxation of his antagonist, 
failed not to take advantage of any opening, 
and penetrating through the weakened guard of 
Viazemsky, his rapier perforated the arms and 
various fleshy parts of his foe. It was evidently 
Tubervile's intention not to pursue him to the 
death. With the blood flowing from numerous 
small wounds, the Russian's rage and despera- 
tion were unbounded. Again he exerted his 
remaining strength, and endeavoured to close 
with his antagonist, and was again punished. 

The odds Mere now evidently against the 
Russian, and general indignation towards the 
Englishman prevailed. The Czar, who had 
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206 THE CZAR. 

worked himself into a high state of excitement, 
spat upon the ground, venting bitter execrations 
against the Englisher, and made a vow, that 
for the future no Muscovite should accept the 
challenge of a foreigner. 

By this time Viazemsky, exhausted by his 
violence, and by parrying the thrusts made upon 
him by his antagonist, was gradually offering 
less resistance. The cool courage and surpass- 
ing agility of Tubervile remained unchanged. 
A death-like silence prevailed. The sun poured 
its golden light unchequered by a cloud, when 
suddenly a visible darkness spread gradually 
over the assembly, — it increased. A panic 
seized upon the spectators. It was the day — 
the hour predicted ; — behold the eclipse ! 

Murmurs of ominous import began to rise in 
the assembly. They declared the Englishman 
to be a sorcerer; that he carried a charmed 
weapon. Amidst loud hisses and curses, the 
seconds of the Muscovite removed their cham- 

THE CZAR. 207 

pion from the field. Tubervile found himself 
alone. He sought an egress through the crowd. 
All gave way before him, muttering impreca- 
tions on his head. In the palace was con- 
fusion and dismay. The Czar was overcome 
with fright; — his consternation and awe 
were inexpressible. Each moment it grew 
darker, and his apprehensions increasing with 
every deeper shade, were fully shared by his 
subjects. Suspicions and vindictive looks were 
cast upon the English party, and Sir Thomas 
hastened to withdraw. Collecting the servants 
who had escorted him to the palace, — not with- 
out some apprehension of the coming storm, he 
formed them into a guard for protecting his 
return to his hotel. George Tubervile and the 
bride occupied the centre, whilst he himself 
brought up the rear. On all sides he encoun- 
tered in his progress dark and portentous looks, 
and half-expressed menaces. In this order they 
reached, in their road homeward, the place of 

208 THE CZAR. 

executions, where poor Jocko was condemned 
to expire, without judge or jury, under the 
merciless infliction of the knout. 

Deserted in his utmost need, his grief was 
mute, for no friendly face was there to heed his 
sufferings. He was resigned, and quiescent 
as a martyr, secured to the stake, amidst 
the exulting acclamations of the populace and 
the fervent exorcisms of the priests. The iron 
thongs of the knout whistled in the air, when 
a sudden cry of horror was heard; the up- 
raised arm of the executioner descended not. 
Deeper and deeper darkness spread over the 
face of the sun. All was confusion, horror, 
and dismay. 

The day, accompanied by its awful pheno- 
menon, predicted by the Englishman, had ar- 
rived, and at once that immense assemblage fled 
before the apprehension of evil. The panic was 
in proportion to the crowd. The avenues to the 
place seemed scarcely wide enough to drain it 

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of the motley groups -which rushed from thence 
like a tide in all directions. In a very few 
seconds, the sole occupant of the square was 
our interesting, but doleful, friend Jocko. 

At this pass, a group of individuals were hur- 
rying across the area. It was Sir Thomas and 
his party. Perceiving a living creature at the 
stake, he galloped up with some of his fol- 
lowers to prevent the object of human suffering, 
which he had not the power to relieve, from 
encountering the sight of Grace. But her quick 
eye rendered useless the kind precaution, and, 
recognising her faithful Jocko, her shriek of 
alarm directed all eyes to the spot. With one 
accord they proceeded thither;— in an instant 
the monkey was released, and the party, with 
this addition to their company, hurried on, and 
reached the hotel of the embassy in safety. 

We cannot say that Grace was happy, though 
fate had crowned her heart's best hope in her 
union with the ambassador. The events which 

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had brought about the marriage, had placed 
Sir Thomas in a position "which rendered the 
proceeding rather the result of chivalrous 
honour, than the impulse of affection alone. 
She could have wished his overtures had been 
totally independent of any claims upon his pro- 
tection. Indeed, for once her sensitive imagi- 
nation ran away with her judgment, and she 
grieved over the supposition, that but for the 
insult of the Czarevitch, Sir Thomas would 
never have come forward as her lawful pro- 
tector ; and as she tortured herself with so much 
ingenuity, she concluded that she would rather 
not have been his wife upon such terms. She 
was strongly inclined to be a sceptic as to the 
sincerity of the love of Sir Thomas, who, with 
the delicacy and honour which belonged to his 
character, strictly adhered to the conditions he 
had proposed in winning that immediate consent 
which circumstances rendered so imperative. 
In the retirement she enjoyed, so requisite for 

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the composed exercise of thought, it was not 
long before her love, exacting as it was, disco- 
vered in his ardent but respectful devotion, all 
the passion that the romantic expectation of 
youth could desire. 

The night of the wedding was not attended 
with those household rejoicings usual on such 
an occasion ; for there had been a gathering of 
the populace ever since the eclipse had passed, 
and the streets surrounding the hotel were 
crowded with an angry and threatening mob, 
which nothing but the guard of honour, sta- 
tioned by command of the Czar, had kept in 
check. The embassy were alarmed. 

" He is the cause of our misery and misfor- 
tunes," said one. 

a He has put out the sun," cried another. 

"He has conjured up the e blazing star/" 
exclaimed a third. 

" He is in fellowship with the Devil," ejacu- 
lated a fourth : (t Drown him ! — flay him ! — burn 

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him \" — were the summary fashions in which 
they kindly wished to dispose of the poor 

" They are all bewitched," said another ; " it 
is the embassy of Satan !" 

" The ' physic shop' is bedevilled, to a cer- 
tainty. Hast heard that they dance with the 
dead ?" mysteriously asked one, who had pried 
once into Wilmington's studio when the win- 
dow was opened, and the breeze heedlessly 
sported with the skeleton members before 
alluded to. " Death to them ! Death !" was 
echoed by the populace. 

Whilst this was passing, a conference was in 
progress between the Czar and the metropo- 

" 'Tis dangerous to interfere with the profane 
heretics. Twice have I exorcised the evil one, 
but in vain. Methinks the evil spirit is with 
them all." 

Ivan's embarrassment was extreme. The 

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whole catalogue of the abominations of the hell- 
favoured foreigners was recalled to mind. The 
prophecy of Tubervile— the account given by 
his late minion, the younger Basmanoff, who 
was brought away in a swoon, and how he 
related that a moving skeleton haunted the 
abode of the English. Then the comet, that 
nocturnal and constant visitor — and at the 
thought he turned his gaze, as the darkness 
approached, towards the firmament. It was 
there ! — it was larger — it was nearer— it was 
brighter, and his heart sickened at the omen. 
Then came the vivid remembrance of the sub- 
stitute for Grace Wilmington — and this was 
even more than witchcraft ; the frenzy of his 
disappointment — the awful domiciliary visit of 
the evil one — his wonderful escape from an 
actual embrace from the enemy of souls, inspired 
him with unspeakable horror, and he vowed 
vengeance on the English party. 

The new metropolitan, however, was not a 

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man to entertain any idea capable of subduing 
his fears. They had taken such possession 
of him, that nothing but the departure of the 
whole party could appease them, contending, 
as he did, that they had baffled the powers 
of the church, and that their malign influence 
was, consequently, all-powerful. 

" Beseech your majesty," continued the 
trembling pastor, " leave them to their fate ; to 
contend with them, would be to draw down 
new evils upon your anointed head. Suffer 
them to depart forthwith, this very night — un- 
hurt, unoffended." 

Ivan felt his purpose of vengeance shaken. 
The terror of the priest was infectious. At 
this juncture the conference was broken 
in upon by the sudden appearance of some 
of the Boyars. In a hurried manner they ac- 
quainted then sovereign that a messenger had 
arrived from the English embassy, requesting 
a reinforcement of the guard — the infatuated 

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mob having proceeded to acts of violence, had 
threatened to exterminate the ambassador and 
his suite. 

cc The Lord deliver us from such a calamity \" 
exclaimed the prelate, in great trepidation. 
"Beseech your majesty, protect them from 
harm, or your life may be the forfeit !" 
insinuated the prelate, "who superstitiously 
trembled for his own. 

The Czar at that moment was gazing at the 
comet ; suddenly a conflagration in the heavens 
was seen. The fires formed themselves into 
shapes and figures like those of contending 

Ivan gave hurried orders. A reinforcement 
was dispatched to the guard. The Strelitz drove 
back and dispersed the mob. As the evening 
approached, and the citizens were all at rest, 
a train of waggons, with a numerous military 
escort, drew up at the gate of the ambassador's 
hotel. Before break of day the goods and 

216 THE CZAR. 

chattels of the whole English party, with all 
Master George's astrological apparatus, and 
spirit-raising machinery, together with walking 
ghosts, and, " last, though not least," his 
Satanic Majesty's grave representative, Master 
Jocko himself, with the less consequential per- 
sonages of the English embassv, were all " en 
route" and far beyond the boundaries of the 
holy city of Moscow. 



*' Le fier de La Gardie celebrait ses victoires a Revel ; il 
causa une telle frayeur aux Russes que, dans toutes lcs dglises, 
ils instituerent des prieres pour conjurer le ciel de les sourer 
de la fureur de ce terrible ennemi." 

" Ce qu'il y a de certain c'est que Jean trcmblait d'effroi : — 

" A l'epoque ou le tzar, pouvant disposer d'une armee de 
300,000 hommes, abandonnait lacbement ses possessions occi- 
dentals a 26,000 Polonois ou Allemands 6puises et a demi- 
morts," &c. — Karamsin. 

" Lay down my warlike banners here, 

Never again to wave ; 
And bury my red sword and spear, 

Chiefs ! in my first-born's grave ! 
And leave me ! I have conquered, 

I have slain — my work is done '. 
Whom have I slain ? — ye answer not — 

Thou, too, art mute, my son !" 

Ivan, the Czar, ey Mrs. Hemans. 

"The embassy from England was not, as the 
Czar "was perhaps induced to hope, accompa- 
nied on their return by the comet. That fear- 

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fill luminary had not yet reached its perihelium, 
and each succeeding night beheld it blaze with 
increased fire. Nor were the signs wanting to 
enforce the dangers prenoted by the learned 
secretary. The Tcheremissians had revolted, 
and the insurrection was making rapid strides. 
The Crim-Tartar, ever on the alert, threatened 
another invasion, and roused the peaceful Nogai 
tribes to rebellion ; whilst the Siberian king, 
Koutchoum, fanned the flame of discontent, 
and ravaged with fire and sword the environs 
of the Kama; and such was the spirit of 
reprisal which animated the wild Tcheremis- 
sians, goaded as they were by the cruelties of 
the Russians, that it led to a war of extermi- 

Ivan trembled. Tyrants are poltrons; and 
sheltered in the fastnesses of the slobode Alex- 
androffsky, he purchased with largesses the 
forbearance of Mehmet Ghirei. 

But the Swede — the Pole — had invaded the 

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Russian territory, and the throne was in 

Maluta Skuratoff had been dispatched on 
a confidential mission to the monastery of 
Otrotch. There, in a narrow dungeon cell, the 
pious and aged churchman Philip, the late 
metropolitan, yet lived, occupied in constant 
prayer for the conversion of the heart of Ivan, 
and for the repose of Russia. The Czar had 
not forgotten him, and his sanguinary favourite 
was sent to imjilore his benediction. 

The prelate read his sentence in the ominous 
appearance of the ready agent of his master's 
will, and mildly answered — 

i( I have long been preparing for death ; let 
the will of the Czar be accomplished I" 

It was so. Philip was found strangled in his 
cell. Skuratoff gave out to the monks that 
he had died of apoplexy. 

" The holy men, seized with horror, dug the 

: : ' s czas. 

**■ prelate's grave behind the high altar, where, 
K in the presence of his murderer. lepo- 

** sited the illustrious chief of the Russian 
u church, adorned \rith the glorious crown of 

To die for virtue's sake, is the highest degree 
of virtue in a mortal. Neither ancient nor 
modern history exhibits an example of one 
more truly great. Some few years afterward?, 
his remains were conveyed to the monastery of 
Solovky, and finally deposited in the Church 
of the Assumption at Moscow, where to this 
<Jay that sepulchre is held in veneration by all 
piou - . ns. 

Maluta SkuratofF was now ordered to the 
seat of war, where he died, though most unde- 
!ng of the honour, the death of a soldier, 
on the ramparts of Vittenstein. His blind 
obedience to the will of a despot seems to have 
beer, his a neatest crime, as it led him on to 

THE CZAR. 221 

the perpetration of horrors beyond terrestrial 
punishment. The slave was as the axe in the 
hand of the executioner. 

The Czar ordered a magnificent funeral for 
his friend, and an immense lire to be kindled, 
where "'all the German and Swedish prisoners 
were burnt alive :" a holocaust worthy, from its 
cruelty, the manes oi a mortal who had revelled 
in the slaughter of mankind. 

Amidst all these public cares,. Ivan found 
time to nourish suspicion and private ani- 
mosity. Ever since his interview with Master 
Jocko, he had brooded over the ridicule which 
attached to that adventure : and sufficient 
proof had been elicited to apprize hini that his 
own son had sought to gain possession of the 
English girl, and a growing aversion was har- 
boured towards the Czarevitch: in his revenge- 
ful breast a lurking hate was engendered, 
sense of his own disappointment was a check 
to explanations which might have exposed him 


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to further ridicule, and his animosity only- 
wanted a fitting opportunity to burst forth in 
unrestrained fury. 

Viazemsky, meanwhile, as the reward of his 
share in the abduction of Grace, and as a 
removal of the disgrace which he had been the 
means of bringing upon the lustre of Russian 
chivalry, had been seized by an order of the 
Czar, and under the usual pretext of treason, 
had been dispatched by the infliction of refined 


As if Heaven, wearied with the abominations 

of the monarch, had driven him an outcast from 

its merciful protection, unforeseen calamities 

were besetting him on every side. 

" Now sirrah," exclaimed Ivan, as he was 

unceremoniously intruded upon by a messenger 

from the enemy's frontier — " What news from 


" The Polish army is gaining ground. The 

city of Pskoff is at the last extremity." 

THE CZAR. 223 

Ivan gazed in breathless anxiety. 

" Veliki-Louki is stormed, and levelled to 
the ground," stammered the messenger, reading 
the lowering countenance of the Czar suf- 
ficiently well to tremble for his own safety. 

" Now, St. Nicholas protect us ! our royal 
person is in danger. Dispatch another envoy 
to the Pole — we accede to his terms, so our 
safety is preserved," continued the monarch, 
turning for approval to the Boyars. 

" Great lord !" observed the fearless Godou- 
nofF, " thy messenger declares the enemy will 
hear of no truce, will receive no embassy, until 
the Russian army has evacuated Livonia." 

" We will implore him to suspend his march, 
and bid my envoys at the Polish camp submit, 
if need be, to pacify and conciliate the foe. We 
charge them to resent no humiliation. Are we 
not Christians? Should we not forbear?" 
added the royal coward. 

e Ah ! another messenger ! whence comest 

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thou? thy countenance bodes evil/ 5 said the 
enraged yet trembling Ivan, as a Boyar 
hurried into the presence, and cast himself 
at his feet. 

This ^fearful reception rendered the new- 
comer speechless ; but Ivan's impatience grew 
with his terror. Already in his disordered 
imagination the enemy was at the gates of the 
Kremlin, and anxiety for self-preservation made 
him furious to ascertain the worst. In accents 
of rage and despair, he commanded the news- 
bearer to speak. 

w Great Czar ! the Swede with rapid strides 
invades the land. Lode, Fekkel, Habsal, are in 
his possession. Narva is stormed, and seven 
thousand of thy slaves have been put to the 

" Led on by the Frenchman, De la Gardie, 
the Swedes perform prodigies of valour. Ivan- 
gorod, Yama, Rossorie, are invested.'' 

In that hour, when the name of Russia was in 

THE CZAR. 225 

danger of being annihilated, the only thought 
of the Czar was self ; and he who might have 
advanced at the head of an army as innumer- 
able as that of Xerxes, gave himself up for lost. 
In that hour he drained the cup of shame. 
There exists not, in the annals of the world, 
a record more dishonourable than the terms 
which were signed by the pusillanimous Czar 
of Russia. 

But the trembling wretch possessed a bul- 
wark to his safety in a blindly devoted people ; 
and it was reserved for the city of Pskoff, alone 
and unassisted, to oppose a barrier to the 
advancing army. 

In vain the devoted garrison entreated suc- 
cours. The Czar, with an army of three hun- 
dred thousand men, could not, in his terror, 
spare them any reinforcement, lest it should 
weaken the immediate rampart around his own 
person. The refusal of Ivan gave glorious 
immortality to the fame of the brave defenders 

226 THE CZAR. 

of PskofF, who, thus sacrificed, were the saviours 
of their native land. 

" Again I" exclaimed the monarch, as one of 
his ministers approached in haste, bearing a 
despatch. " More news, and bad I ween, by 
that sad face. Has. hell let loose every fiend 
upon me ?" 

« Pskoff—" 

K Hold ! I know what thou wouldst say; — 
the poltrons have opened their gates to the 

e: Not so, great Czar ! but without a rein- 
forcement, ere long the city must yield. The 
garrison is at the last extremity." 

" So, the traitors would have us leave our- 
selves unprotected, to save their dastard lives. 
Away ! no more of this. What say ye, coun- 
sellors ? Shall we place ourselves at the mercy 
of the invaders ? Hangs not the Tartar on our 
rear— the Swede in front — the Pole on our 
flank? To disband were to fall." 

THE CZAR. 227 

For once the Boyars around ventured to be 
silent ; no approving murmur sanctioned the 
appeal. Their indignation was mute, but evi- 

Ivan cast a withering look around him. The 
Czarevitch was at his feet. 

Even the depraved, the licentious, the pro- 
fligate son of a debased sire was stung with 
shame. One redeeming, one generous impulse, 
a keen'sense of his country's degradation, roused 
a latent spark of patriotism in the breast of the 

u Great and mighty Czar ! — lord of all 
Russia! — Sire! Suffer not the prayer of thy 
people to go unheard. If Pskoff should fall, 
Muscovy is lost. Yield me but an insignificant 
fraction of the vast force that now surrounds 
thee, and I devote myself to the salvation of 
the heroic city, and the preservation of thy 

Ivan started up. In his grasp the fearful 

228 THE CZAR. 

and weighty iron baton shook like a rod. He 
gasped for breath. The Czarevitch durst not 
look up in that terrible moment of silence and 
thick-gathering wrath. 

Never had the Boyars beheld the eyes of the 
Czar lit up with such threatening fire : the 
dilated eye-balls emitted sparks ; his livid lips 
quivered, and the blood forsook his cheek. 

At length his surcharged breast found vent 
in words. 

ie Rebel ! Parricide ! Leagued with the ene- 
mies of thy country and thy Czar, to dethrone 
— to destroy me " 

Unutterable rage choked his further utter- 
ance. The iron club was raised in the madness 
of rage. 

The Boyars rushed to stop its fall. Too late 
the interception of their bodies — self-immola- 
tion. In vain ! Ivan was nerved with a giant's 
strength. At one tremendous blow the Czare- 
vitch lay bleeding at his feet. Horror seized 

THE CZAR. 229 

the spectators. The fury of Ivan instantly 
gave place to remorse. His despair knew no 
bounds. He threw himself upon the body of 
his son, and endeavoured to staunch the blood 
flowing from his wound. His shrieks were 
frightful : his exclamations the madness of 

The Czarevitch felt his dissolution near. In 
his dying moments he gave testimony of filial 
reverence and love, worthy a better sire. He 
kissed the hand of his murderer, and with his 
last breath said, <e I die a dutiful son and a 
faithful subject." 

And here let the reader bear with us, in that 
we are thus compelled to adhere to historical 
truth, which, in this instance as well as others, 
we should have been fain to pass over in 
silence, had it been possible. 

The bolt of Him who hath said, " Vengeance 

is mine," had fallen upon and severed the last 

link of hope : affrighted, it fled for ever from 
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£30 THE CZAR. 

the monster's breast. The measure of his 
crimes seemed now filled to the brim. Heaven 
had stripped him. one by one, of every joy. 

Life from that hour was a series of contra- 
dictions. Remorse bowed him to earth; he 
was pursued by hideous visions, the spectres of 
the slain. Rest was unknown ; f< he had mur- 
dered sleep." A lethargy succeeded to long 
watchful nights, with the phantasms of a dis- 
eased mind. He shunned the light of day, for 
it betrayed the lineaments of an infanticide. 

The retributive justice of Providence may 
overtake the ordinary sinner, that on earth he 
may expiate and atone for his misdeeds. But 
those of Ivan were beyond all earthly ad- 
measurement of requital, and fearful eternity 
alone seems to hold out the just balance of 
judgment on the unheard-of crimes of the 

The Czar, stained with the blood of his son, 
prostrated with grief, with haggard eye re- 

THE CZAR. 231 

mained by the body of his victim, without food 
or sleep, till his burial. He followed the corpse 
to the church, on foot, and fixed upon the spot 
for his remains, amongst the tombs of his 
ancestors. The funeral was magnificent and 
affecting. The fate of a prince born to a 
throne, who might have existed in happiness 
and virtue, had not his father, violating the 
laws of nature, plunged him first into de- 
pravity, and then into a premature grave, was 
universally deplored. Divested of all outward 
marks of royalty, habited in mourning, in the 
garb of a despairing sinner, Ivan uttered 
piercing cries, beating his head upon the earth, 
and against the coffin of his ill-fated son. 

u Hee was buried in Michala 
Archangell church, in the Musco, 
with iewels and riches put in 
his tombe, valued at 50,000 
pounds; watched after by twelve citizens in 

iDeatl) anD 

fturcall of 

gong luan. 

232 THE CZAR. 

course, every night, devoted to his Saint Iohn 
and Michael, to keepe both body and treasure 
till his resurrection." 

THE CZAR. 233 


" II lit chercher en Russio et en Lapoirie, des aslrologucs, 
de pietendus magiciens, en rassembla environ soixante 

" On assure que les astrologues lui avaient annonce qn'il 
n'avait plus que quclques jours a vivre, c'est a dire, jusqu'au 
18 Mars." 

" They look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, 
And yet are on't." 

Every calamity had befallen the devoted race : 
plague and famine had aided the tyrant's de- 
vastating hand. The parched earth yielded no 
harvest, and despair drove the wretched inha- 
bitants to crime : the greatest horrors Mere 
perpetrated : goaded by want, " they murdered 
each other to devour human flesh." 

234 THE CZAR. 

This famine spread with its concomitant pes- 
tilence. The public streets — the highways — 
were strewed with dead bodies ; the living 
breathed vengeance, and threatening voices 
boded revolution. It roused the prostrate 

The merciless ruffian— the wretch, appa- 
rently borne down with remorse — Ivan, the 
infanticide, was about to astound his subjects 
with a display of moderation. 

The Boyars were convoked in full assembly, 
to receive the new commands of then* monarch. 

He advanced with slow and infirm step, but 
arrayed in all the splendour of his royal robes, 
wearing his crown, preceded by the bearers of 
the insignia of the throne; all the parapher- 
nalia of his glory were displayed. 

He Mas assisted to the regal chair, almost 
fainting from debility. His countenance was 
of an ashy hue — his leaden eye seemed sight- 

THE CZAR. 235 

. Various were the conjectures of his subjects 
on the object of the convocation, which had not 
yet transpired. In a solemn but feeble voice, 
Ivan broke the portentous silence. 

" The hand of God is upon me — my days 
are numbered — they must end in the cloister- 
cell. No longer able to contend with the 
cares of empire, anxious to quit its pomps, I 
abdicate the throne of Russia. Boyars, make 
your election of a monarch worthy the charge, 
that I may resign to him my sceptre and my 

A sorry remnant of the bravest of his subjects 
were there, men whose noble thoughts gave 
credit to their fellow-creatures for virtue and 
truth. They trusted the words, believed in the 
sincerity of Ivan ; they thought him now sub- 
dued by repentance, and were affected by this 
pious resolve, this abjuration of worldly great- 
ness. Others there were who suspected the 

236 THE CZAR. 

hypocrite. The vile ministers to his evil pas- 
sions, and ever ready instruments of his abused 
power, could not be deceived; they knew 
the man. Yet all joined in one vociferous 
prayer — 

" Abandon us not, O Czar ! We would 
have no other sovereign than he whom God 
hath anointed." 

The eyes of Ivan resumed their lustre ; keen 
and searching was the glance of the sovereign 
as he sought to test their fealty ; none were 
overlooked in that rapid survey. 

At first he made a feint of resisting their 
entreaties, but yielding at length with much 
seeming reluctance, he consented to resume, at 
their so earnest prayer, the wearisome burthen 
of a crown, whilst he marked for death those 
who had been least urgent. 

But the sceptre, the crown, all objects of 
outward pomp and grandeur he banished from 

THE CZAR. 237 

his sight ; and from that day assumed a mo- 
nastic habit. He assisted at the masses for 
the dead, endured penance, sent largesses to the 
Greek patriarchs of Constantinople, Antioch, 
Alexandria, and Jerusalem, to engage them to 
pray for K the repose of the soul of the Czare- 

But how did he provide for the peace of 
his own ? Alas ! the murders were incessant ; 
the halls of the slobode soon resounded again 
with obscene mirth, though, we are told, that 
the memory of his son, in the midst of the 
revels, would often cause him to shed tears. 

Night after night, Ivan tremblingly sought 
the fiery brand in the heavens. He sought it in 
the hope that it was no longer there ; but each 
night it acquired a deeper glow, it had increased 
in size, and he turned in despair from the por- 
tentous si<m. 

The witches, the sorcerers, whom his emis- 
saries had hunted from their dens and caves 

238 THE CZAR. 

on the northern confines of Muscovy, had 
arrived. They were sixty in number, and the 
mansion of his favourite Belsky was assigned 
to their use. There, dieted with all the exact 
requirements of the superstition of the day, 
and under a strict guard, they awaited the 
further commands of the monarch. 

The chaman, or witch of the Baskhirs ; the 
Mogul fortune-teller ; the sorceress of Krasna- 
yarsk, with her lofty plumes; the Tungusch 
magician, her head surmounted by the horns of 
the stag, with a tambour, four feet in diameter, 
in one hand, and a spear in the other, presented 
a motley assemblage of grotesque and savage 

But the Chorinzienne, or Siberian witch, 
surpassed them all in the ferocity of her looks, 
and in the extravagant and barbarous costume 
she wore. 

In each hand she held a cross, covered with 
scales, and surmounted by a horse's skull, from 

THE CZAR. 239 

which depended innumerable small bells. Her 
person was covered with a patched skin, the 
hair worn outwardly. From her head, on 
which she wore an iron helmet, surmounted by 
a cross, hung an infinite number of appendages 
representing serpents, rats, and toads, curiously 
imitated with parti-coloured skins. 

She had been driven to Moscow with the 
rest, without any regard to her comforts ; and, 
moreover, with the aversion inherent in a 
conquered race, against the usurper of her 
country^s throne. She was at once incarce- 
rated, and put on the very lowest diet the 
prescribed regimen of the professors of magic 
would admit. 

It may well be imagined that the principal 
inducement to witchcraft in that benighted 
age was to obtain, in idleness, the necessaries 
of life, with as many of its luxuries as was 
practicable, and consequently, it was to be 
expected that the prophecies of these ladies 

240 THE CZAR. 

would be of good or evil, in proportion to their 
expectations of reward. 

With one accord, the fair assembly awarded 
to the Siberian the dignity of leader of their 
respectable force, recognising the master-spirit 
of witchcraft in her decided and undaunted 
demeanour; for, of a verity, the termagant's 
eye, filled with all the subtile juices of a bilious 
temperament, in communion with a disordered 
brain, acquired for her an influence which they 
voluntarily conceded to her. 

The Czar's recourse to witchcraft for an 
insight into futurity is not to be wondered at, 
and seems far more pardonable than the de- 
fence of that science penned by the pedant 
English king, James, at a later day. The 
presence of the divineresses awed Ivan. They 
boldly entered his presence as he lay upon a 
couch, fearfully contemplating that part of the 
firmament where the comet was blazing in all 
its majestic and awful splendour. 

THE CZAR. 211 

The monarch was supported on cushions, 
his countenance indicative of inward torture. 
His entrails were beginning to corrupt, his 
body to swell : all boded that life was drawing 
to its close. 

The practised eye of the chief prophetess 
took an undaunted survey of that feverish and 
bloated countenance. She marched towards 
him with a measured step, leading on her fury 

As they formed in a semicircle before the 
monarch, a dead silence was maintained, for 
king and courtiers were alike subdued. The 
eye of Ivan quailed before the searching gaze 
of the witches, which was rivetted upon him. 
Those evil eyes, from which the Muscovite 
matron carefully hid her young, lest their 
influence should fall upon and blight the sus- 
ceptible beauty of youth. 

No one presumed to interrupt the wild mys- 
terious chaunt. Ivan had not power to move 

242 THE CZAR. 

or speak. As if chained to that position, his 
eye alone retained the power of action, and 
turned in fear from the witches to the comet 
from the comet to the witches. The pro- 
phetesses, conscious of their advantage in the 
practised spell of their fixed glances, suffered 
them not for aninstant to be diverted from the 

In a trembling voice, Ivan gave utterance to 
his commands. 

" Ye hags ! whose glances wither, whose 
voices grate upon the ear with fearful tidings ! 
Creatures of evil, say your worst ; what bodes 
yon blazing star ?" 

At once the whole gang struck their tam- 
bours, producing a sound deep and appalling. 

Then followed a jargon of mystical words, 
as if another Babel had been visited with the 
curse of tumultuous tongues. 

The Siberian sorceress, when silence was 
restored, gave the cabalistic word of command, 

THE CZAR. 243 

■when every voice joined in the following pro- 
Ivan the dread ! 

Thy sand is sped. 

Yon threatening star 

Bodes death and war. 

On thee and thine, 

Is wrath divine ; 

For mercy pray ! 

Thy end is nigh : 

The eighteenth day, 

Czar — thou must die ! 

This prophecy, in conjunction with the pre- 
dictions of Master Tubervile, on a former 
occasion, was too much for the harassed mind 
and debilitated frame of the monarch. He 
fell into a death-like swoon, during which the 
beldames were reconducted to their quarters. 

244 THE CZAR. 


" All the kings in Christendome have not like riches and 
quantity of treasure."— Horsey's Observations. 

" Sa bclle-fille— s'etant approchee du malade pour lui 
prodiguer de tcndres consolations, recula d'horreur, et s'en- 
fuit epouvantee dc sa lubricite ! . . . Etait-ce la un pecheur 
repentant ? Pensait-il au prochaiu et terrible jugement de 

" Deja Ies forces du tzar diminuaient sensiblement, et Ie 
delire de la fievre egarait scs idees. Etendu sans connais- 
sance, il appclait a haute voix le fils qu'il avait tue ; il le 
voyait en imagination ; il lui parlait avec tendresse . . ." — 

No record was now kept of the assassinations, 
inasmuch as custom had rendered them fami- 
liar; and the Muscovite had become supine — 
indifferent to scenes of bloodshed and horror. 

THE CZAR. 245 

The Czar could still outrage, torture, extermi- 
nate, but he could no longer astonish his sub- 
jects ; even his annalists were weary of record- 
ing the names of his victims. But none of the 
infernal instruments invented to tear piecemeal 
his slaves, could inflict a pang equal to that 
which lacerated his own heart— the memory of 
his beloved son. His spectre-like shadow in 
the dawn of day was with him to its close ; it 
vanished not with the setting sun — it was there 
at the banquet — it held the cup of wassail to 
his lip — it whispered in the silence of solitude 
— it placed the murderer's pillow, and remained 
his ever wakeful guard through the night ; and 
if exhausted nature did sometimes close his 
weary eyes in sleep for a few moments, it was 
an age of suffering condensed in that short 
space, when memory held its uninterrupted 

From his unquiet couch he would start, and 


246 THE CZAR. 

seek in change of scene a change of thought. 
The icy wind of Russians winter cooled not his 
fevered brow. 

A heavy atmosphere seemed to press upon 
him; an offensive smell impregnated the air; 
the effluvium of the charnel-house was in it ; 
it bore an ensanguined hue. 

Many were the resources tried to procure 
him repose. Music, to scare away thought- 
voices in sweet harmony ; for silence Mas into- 
lerable — solitude maddening. Human forms 
surrounded him; vacancy, where they came 
not, was filled up with the spectre of his son. 
The heavens were a fresh cause of terror to 
the murderer's gaze, for there the dazzling 
beacon of his fate blazed through the long 
wintry night. 

At length he clothed himself in sackcloth, 
he took the monastic vow — but was the mur- 
derer still. The death-scroll lay beneath his 

THE CZAR. 247 

pillow; names for the morrows slaughter, 
penned for the executioner. 

Sometimes he endeavoured to excuse himself 
for the murder of his son, charging Heaven 
as its instigator, or cursing Providence for 
having given him a son, whom he was fated 
to slay. 

Acquiring some degree of consolation from ' 
this palliation of the deed, it led him to the belief 
that he was the aggrieved party, and his wrath 
fell in consequence upon the friends and family 
of the late Czarevitch. His son's widow be- 
came the object of his hate. 

The heart-broken relict of the prince was 
incarcerated for life in a convent. Our pen 
refuses to relate more of his crimes, for they 
drew to a rapid close. 

We stop not to record the subsequent crimes 
linked with the name of Ivan the Terrible, and 
joyfully come to the close of a reign which, for 

248 THE CZAR. 

some wise purpose, was permitted to last so 
long, a curse to his subjects. 

The Czar was wasting perceptibly. His 
limbs began to forget their functions, and he 
was now conveyed from place to place in a 

The chamber of jewels was his favourite 
resort. There he would feast his last and pre- 
dominant passion — avarice. The untold trea- 
sure — the heaps of gold — the chests of jewels, 
were his joy ; and as he surveyed the masses of 
wealth, stored in recesses, heaped in pyramids, 
preserved in coffers — it was a constant satisfac- 
tion to the misers heart, to reflect that no 
monarch of Christendom possessed such vast 
stores of riches. 

At break of day, the witches were consulted. 
At noon — at night — at all hours, messengers 
were dispatched to them continually, from the 
impatient, the ever restless Czar. 

THE CZAR. 249 

The eighteenth of March approached. The 
historians of the day agree with us in the 
precise time of the fulfilment of this pro- 
phecy. % 

The comet was now of fearful dimensions ; it 
illumined the whole hemisphere, colouring the 
firmament with its fire. 

The day, big with the fate of Ivan, had 
arrived. He lived, but a fearful change had 
come over him within the last few hours. 

His person had swollen to a great size, his 
countenance exhibited signs of the vitiated 
fluids of the body, yet was he apparently un- 
conscious of the change. 

All he hoped for, all he thought of, was the 
falsification of the prediction of the sorcerers. 
Their death was predetermined ; he would him- 
self attend the auto-da-fe. 

These prognosticators of evil should have 
foreseen that the 'eighteenth was the day 

250 THE CZAR. 

of their own doom, and Godounoff was dis- 
patched with the exulting threat to the false 

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" The soothsayers tell him that the heavenly planets and 
constellations would produce the emperour's death by such a 
day." — Horsey's Observations. 

" Tout a coup il tombe et ferme les yeux pour l'eternite' ! 

" Le Kremlin retentit bientot de la grande nouvelle: on 
entendit crier le tzar n'est plus ! et a Pinstant le peuple poussa 
des cris lamentables . . . . A quoi les attribuer ?" 

u We now approach," says the annalist, " an 
important and solemn event ! After having 
traced the life of Ivan, we behold in his extra- 
ordinary end a scene calculated to scare the 
imagination, for the tyrant died as he had lived ? 
exterminating mankind. Contemporary tradi- 
tions have not designated his last victims. Can 

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one believe in the immortality of the soul, and 
not tremble at such a death ? 

" The continual delirium of rage and fear ; 
remorse without repentance; his dreadful ap- 
prehensions of death ; the tortures of shame ; 
an impotent fury in the reverses of war ; and 
to crown all, the gnawing worm of infanticide ; 
torments, the forerunners of hell, had exceeded 
the measure of human strength." 

Yet how can we account for what follows 
the above, by the same writer, in the same 

" Christian charity reigned in all hearts : 
forgetting the cruelty of the Czar, the citizens 
prostrated themselves in the temples, offering up 
their supplications for his recovery ; persecuted 
families, widows, the orphans of innocent vic- 
tims sacrificed to his fury, implored the mercy 

of Heaven in his behalf and he, on the 

brink of the grave, was, by his own command, 
carried into the apartment which contained his 

THE CZAR. 253 

treasures ! .... he contemplated his precious 
jewels! The fifteenth of March, he showed 
them with much satisfaction to an Englishman 
named Horsey." 

We continue our statement in the words of 
our countryman : — 

" The emperour * * * * was carried every day 
in his chair to his treasury. One day {two days 
before the emperour his death), the prince 
beckoned to me to follow, and I adventurously 
stood among the rest, and heard him call for 
his precious stones and jewels. He then held 
discourse to the nobles about him, 
directing his eye and speech most 
to Boris Godounoff, of the nature 
and properties of his gemmes ; of 


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tourge of 


the world-compassing loadstone (causing the 
wayters to make a chaine of needles therewith 
touched), of the corall also, and turkesse, whose 
beautifull colours (sayd he) layd on my arme 
poysoned with inflammation, you see are 
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254 THE CZAR. 

turned pale, and declare my death. Reach 

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Iwne — cost 



out my staffe royal (an unicorne's 
home, garnished with very faire 
diamonds, rubies, saphires, eme- 
ralds, and other precious stones ; 
it cost 70,000 marks sterling, 
bought of David Gowell, of the Fulkers of 
Augsburge), seeke out some spiders ; caused 
his physician, Johannes Esloff, to scrape a 
circle thereof upon the table, and put within 
it one spider, and after another, which burst 
presently — others without the circle running 
away from it alive. It is too late — it will not 
preserve me. Behold these precious stones — 
the diamond most precious of all other ; I never 
affected it; it restrains fury and luxury; the 
powder is poyson. Then he points to the 
rubie ; this comforts the braine and memory — 
clarineth congealed blood. That emerald, of 
the nature of the rainbow, is enemy to all 
uncleanenesse, * * * * * 

THE CZAR. 255 

The saphyre I greatly delight in— it preserveth 
and encreaseth nature and courage — rejoiceth 
the heart — is pleasing to all the vitale senses, 
sovereigne to the eyes, strengthens the muscles. 
Hee takes the onyx in hand, &c. All these are 
God's wonderfull gifts — secrets in nature, re- 
vealed to man's use and contemplation, as 
friends to grace and virtue, and enemies to vice 

I faint, — carry me away till another 

time. In the afternoon, he peruseth over his 
will, and yet thinkes not to dye. His ghostly 
father dares not put him in mind of annointing 
in holy forme. Hee hath been witched in that 
place, and often unwitched againe." 

" He commands the master of the apotheke, 
and the physicians, to prepare a bath for his 
solace — enquires the goodnesse of the signe — 
sends his favorite to his witches, to know 
their calculations. Hee tells them the empe- 
rour will bury or burne them all quicke for their 
illusions and lyes; the day is comme — he is 

256 THE CZAR. 

as heart-whole as ever he "was : sir, (they 
answered) bee not so wrathful ; you know the 
day is come, and you know it ends with the 
sun-setting. Hee hasts him to the emperour — 
made preparation for his bath about the third 
houre of the day. The emperour therein solaced 
himself, and made merry Avith pleasant songs 
after his use, came out about the seventh houre 
well refreshed, sate down upon his bed, cals 
Bedman Birkine, a favorite of 
his, to bring the chesse-board, 
sets his men — his chief favorite 


lite tieatD. 

and others, with Boris Fedorowich Godonow, 
being then about him. He, in his loose gowne, 
shirt, and linnen hose, faints, and fals back- 
ward. Great was the stirre and out-cry. One 
sends for aquavitae, another to 
the apotheke for vinegar and 
rose-water, with other things, and 
to call the physicians. Mean- 


tjje act of 


ant) 33orug. 

time he was strangled, and starke dead. 

THE CZAR. 257 

Some show of hope was made to still the 

" He was a goodly man of presence, well- 
favoured, of a high forehead and shrill voyce ; 
a right Scythian, full of readie wit and wisdome, 
cruell and mercelesse : his owne experience 
ruled state causes and affaires publike. He was 
sumptuously entombed in Michael Archangell 
Church, where his memory is still dreadful!, 
though guarded day and night, they which 
passe by or heare his name, crossing and 
blessing themselves from his resurrection 

253 THE CZAR. 


" Lorsque ce tyran fut mort, on assure que son corps 
disparut aussitdt, et on ne le put jamais trouver." — Relation, 
&c. de Moscovie. 

" Les historiens ont eu l'impudeur d'ecrire qu'il s'attacha 
a adoucir les moeurs de sanation." — Histoire de la Russie, 


" II paraissait encore redoutable aux courtisans qui le 
regardaient sans oser en croire leur propres yeux, ni publier 
sa mort : 

" L'histoire ne pardonne pas aux mauvais princes aussi 
facilement que les peuples !" — Karamsix. 

The Colossus was overthrown ; but even the 
wreck inspired awe. Yet the opinions of men 
were mute before the judgment of God. Su- 
perstition added to their terrors, for it was said 

.THE CZAR. 259 

that the body of the deceased had suddenly 
disappeared, and was never more heard of. 

We are informed that there was a loyal show 
of mourning. It is recorded that Ins followers 
wept his loss ; that every countenance was ex- 
pressive of woe; and that the metropolitan's 
funeral oration proclaimed " that the sun of 
Russia had set." 

Inexplicable enigma ! He who had severed 
every human tie ; had sown dissension ; had 
armed the destroyer of his kin ; whose myrmi- 
dons violated the confidence reposed in them 
by his subjects, to entrap the unwary, and thus 
avail themselves of a pretext for plunder ; who 
silenced the voice of complaint by death, and 
bade the sons of those he had sacrificed pledge 
him in wine at the foot of the scaffold. Yes, 
the slaves bewailed his loss ! The widow — the 
orphan — the condemned, implored Heaven's 
mercy for Ivan ! 

A more enlightened people would have drag- 

260 THE CZAR. 

ged to the scaffold the impure bsdy'of a despot, 
who, whilst he lived, was the scourge of his 
race, and when he died, left his country a prey- 
to the vengeance of the neighbouring nations 
he had outraged. 

Some writers have advanced that he sought 
to refine the manners of the age ; the hireling 
pen has been found to proclaim him learned 
and pious, magnanimous and brave, conclud- 
ing, that the tears of his people were his best 

eulogium ! They were the tears of 

slaves ! 

Both metaphysically and morally, the cha- 
racter of Ivan is inexplicable. i( He was a 
hero of virtue in his youth," say some. "He 
gave indications of his sanguinary disposi- 
tion in his earliest years," say others; whilst 
we are taught to infer that his virtuous, his 
exemplary first wife, alone restrained him 
from crime. 

The only way in which we can explain this 

THE CZAR. 261 

seeming contradiction of character, is from the 
besotted ignorance and superstition of his sub- 
jects, who attributed to their sovereigns a right, 
hardly second to that of their God. 

He has been compared to Caligula, to Nero, 
to the throned author of St. Bartholomew^ 
massacre ; but even they, fearful meteors of 
bygone ages, have been surpassed ; Ivan stands 
alone — unparalleled. 

It is stated that he emulated the fame of 
Alexander the Great — " he who could command 
an army of three hundred thousand men," yet 
trembled before the Frenchman, De la Gardie, 
at the head of a tithe of that force. " That he 
loved justice" ! ! ! — yet established the Opritch- 
nina. " That he forbade excesses in his sub- 
jects" — yet presided over the drunken orgies of 
the slobode. " That he detested adulation" — 
yet destroyed an elephant whose et legs are, for 
necessity, not flexure," and would not bend 

262 THE CZAR. 

before him. " That he loved the arts and 
sciences" — yet deprived an architect of sight. 
" That he was pious" — yet, 'neath his death- 
pillow, was found the scroll for the morrow's 

Ivan was a legislator, and framed new laws, 
which he was the first to break. He was 
accounted brave, but his renown was borrowed 
from the courage of his blindly devoted Voy- 
vodes, too often sacrificed to his own cow- 

Shall we censure or praise the blind submis- 
sion of a vast nation to the yoke of a relentless 
despot ? The answer to this query is perhaps 
difficult for men not born to slavery — for men 
who invest not mortals with the attributes of a 
Supreme Being. 

Tyrants such as Ivan, thanks to a merciful 
Providence, appear but seldom. They come 
like blazing beacons, to warn man of those 

THE CZAR. 263 

rocks and quicksands on which, when- aban- 
doned to his own guidance, he is ever wrecked 
and lost. 

The reader will doubtless deduce his own 
moral from these pages ; but we will not close 
them without some comment — That though 
the life of a tyrant be calamitous to his genera- 
tion, it offers a useful lesson in after ages to 
nations and to kings; and mankind, in their 
horror of evils experienced, learn to love and 
reverence virtue. 

It may, however, be conceded, with much 
appearance of reason, that Ivan was made for 
Russia in that day, and Russia for him. His 
subjects, proud of a sovereign of their own 
race, soon forgot his enormities, and remem- 
bered only that he was the conqueror of Kazan, 
Astrachan, and Siberia. They ceased to weep 
over the memory of their slaughtered friends 
and families, whilst they gloried in the great- 

264 THE CZAR. 

ness of their Czar, and exulted in the humilia- 
tion of nations to which they were once tri- 

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Little now remains to be told. The reader 
may perhaps inquire for some of those who 
have figured in the present story. Our task 
has been the life of Ivan, and such persons as 
were necessaiy to its development have been 
brought forward. 

Katinka, the adopted child of the Bas- 
manoffs, lost caste by her marriage with Sku- 
ratofF; and on the death of her husband, was 
forgotten in the vulgar crowd. Sabakin, the 
reputed father of the Czarina, survived not long 
his beloved Marfa. 

Turn we now to those few friends whose 
fate was more intimately linked with our story, 

266 THE CZAR. 

and in whom the reader may have taken a 
patriotic interest : — the British ambassador, 
his bride, the doctor, Master George, and our 
adventurous acquaintance, Jocko. 

Whilst the events relating to the death of 
Ivan took place, our friends were progressing 
on their homeward way, to the sea-girt land 
of freedom. 

Much rejoiced was Master George. His 
sundry escapes had sharpened his relish for his 
native land : and firmly did he resolve that, 
once harboured in old England, no traveller's 
boast should tempt him thence again. 

The Lady Randolph had overcome " the 
spirit's wound," which, in the base attempt of 
the Czarevitch, had been inflicted ; whilst 
proudly conscious of her husband's love, the 
past enhanced the future ; and her life, en- 
nobled by his rank, and more than all, blessed 
by his sentiments towards her, held out a 

THE CZAR. 26? 

cheering prospect on the journey; and the dif- 
ficulties of travelling in that age and country- 
vanished before the ardent colourings of fancy, 
and the romance of her young and affectionate 

If the Muscovite were delighted at the depar- 
ture of Sir Thomas Randolph and his party, it is 
certain that the Englishers were overjoyed at the 
prospect of being soon without the boundary 
of his Czarine majesty's dominions. They 
were far on their way, in the direction of Yeros- 
lav, before nightfall of the day of their departure 
from Moscow. 

They then encamped, and in the tent of the 
ambassador, the Lady Randolph gave reception 
to the doctor and Tubervile. Around the social 
board, more happiness was evinced than of late 
had been their portion. 

The poet was happy in many brilliant sallies, 
which, however, were not too adulatory of Ivan 
the Terrible. Their anticipated arrival in 


England originated many pleasant reminis- 
cences of friends and country, and the hilarity 
of the evening was heightened by many a 
heartfelt toast to those they loved beyond the 

i: And now, Master Tubervile," said Sir 
Thomas, " an it please thee to delight our ears 
with some English ditty of thine own poesy, 
beseech thee to invoke the Muse in our behalf, 
with which we do entreat the kind companion- 
ship of thy voice." 

Master George paused for a few moments, 
earnestly contemplating the moon, as if to be- 
speak her influence; and under that power, 
which had oft inspired so many planet-struck 
poets, commenced the following song, to a 
good old English measure : — 

Adieu to the land of the slave, 
Which the rod of a tyrant has smitten : 

There's a land for the free and the brave, 
And that is the home of the Briton. 

THE CZAR. 269 

Let them glory in fetters — caress 

The scourge that is lifted to flay them : 

Let them crouch to the despot, and bless 
The sword that is brandish'd to slay them. 

We have tyrants, 'tis true, but their chain 

Is ever entwined with sweet roses ; 
And O ! if they solace our pain, 

Their kindness Elysium discloses. 

And the chain, the bright chain that we wear, 

Of heavenly joys is the omen ; 
For 'tis wove by the hand of the fair, 

And the lock is secured by sweet woman. 

" Accept our thanks, Master Tubervile, for 
thy good song. In truth, thou hast a ready 
fancy ; and methinks," added Sir Thomas, 
" thou art more likely to meet with thy deserts 
as a poet in this Augustan age of literature, in 
merry England, than thou didst as an astro- 
loger in the country from which we now make 
our escape. 

VOL. III. n 

270 THE CZAR. 

The countenance of Grace glowed with hap- 
piness. Her radiant smile communicated itself 
to all around. As for Jocko, he posted himself 
on duty at the door, to the consternation of his 
majesty's loyal troops who formed their escort; 
for his antics, his grimaces, and continued 
chatter, were, if possible, more shunned than' 
ever, and a wide area was preserved between 
the tent of the English and the bivouac of the 
military; for wheresoever his volatile excel- 
lency presumed to extend his walk towards the 
heroes of the Kremlin, so surely did those for- 
midable defenders of Holy Russia suddenly 
turn tail, with the exclamation of a late general, 
" sauve qui peut ;" or, in plain language, " take 
to your heels." 

After a prosperous journey, by way of Ye- 
roslav, Vologda, and Colmagro, to St. Nicholas, 
the ambassador's party set sail for England* 
and with favourable gales soon compassed 

THE CZAR, 271 

the North Cape, " where they might see 
swimming upon the sea the Sperma Cetae 
whales f and in less than a month from the 
day of their embarkation they were landed at 

Sir Thomas Randolph posted immediately 
to Greenwich, where Queen Elizabeth was 
then domiciled, and obtained instant audience. 
The illustrious sovereign welcomed her faith- 
fid servant with all becoming condescension, 
the which his long and arduous services had 
merited. She would on the instant hear his 
own account of his negotiations et with her 
right well-beloved cousin, Ivan Vassilivitch." 

Sir Thomas did deliver, with all truth and 
delicacy, the burthen of his mission : fixed and 
earnest was the attention of the queen. He 
touched upon the grievances of her subjects, 
whereat the sovereign waxed exceeding wroth. 
" Now, by God's blood ! the Vandal hath the 

272 THE CZAR. 

best of it, seeing the coast of Muscovy is as 
yet but a sorry mark for the broadsides of my 
good ships." 

Sir Thomas dwelt upon the straits to 
which the good Doctor Wilmington had been 
reduced, and with much politic caution ven- 
tured to relate the circumstance of his hasty 

Fortunately for the ambassador the event 
was coupled with the mighty achievements of 
Jocko, which so delighted her royal ear, that it 
counterbalanced her maidenly aversion to the 
nuptials of her favourites; and her hearty 
laugh at the abduction of the monkey instead 
of the maid, did quite obliterate all remem- 
brance of displeasure; in sooth, these were 
reprisals worthy the Russian's prank, and again 
her royal mirth broke forth in unrestrained 

When she had somewhat recovered her 

THE CZAR. 273 

queenly composure, she did express herself 
much interested in the parties, and straight 
commanded the presence of the lady, the 
secretary, and, though last not least, of tho 
renowned traveller, Jocko. 

More tremblingly the lovely bride of Sir 
Thomas approached her majesty of England 
than she had the throne of the mighty auto- 
crat of Russia. The greatness and glory of 
Elizabeth appealed both to the heart and 
understanding; these qualities invested the 
sovereign •with claims to patriotic gratitude 
and admiration, and Grace bent her knee with 

The maiden queen did not much relish the 
beauty of her subject, which, in the opinion of 
some, might be deemed equal, if not superior, 
to her own, and such conclusion did not exactly 
square with her notion of that which was her 
royal due; yet did her better judgment soon 

2/4 THE CZAR. 

drive forth the demon — envy, and with a 
gracious smile she extended her hand to receive 
the almost reverential salute of the Lady Ran- 

" Odds pettikins ! Master Ambassador," 
exclaimed the maiden sovereign, " thou hast 
made dispatch ; for, by God's light ! thou hast 
not only cared for our foreign, but our home 
sendee. An' I do not deceive myself, thou wilt 
soon present us with another loyal guardian of 
our throne." 

Poor Grace would have given worlds to have 
concealed her embarrassment. 

u 'Slife ! but there is nought to be ashamed 
of, for one who bears the name of Randolph. 
Good Sir Thomas, we will *' with thy lady to 
the font/ " 

Nor did the magnanimous queen forget her 
promise; neither did she fail to requite the 
services of the good Doctor Wilmington, who 

THE CZAR. 275 

received the appointment of physician to her 
household. Master Tubervile, at a later day, 
was knighted; and Jocko was pensioned off 
on the public purse. 

We conclude with the honourable testimony 
borne by one of his contemporaries, to the 
character of the worthy ambassador, than 
whom a better or more loyal subject lived not 
in her majesty's wide dominions. 

" He had beene employed in 
many seuerall embassies ; thrice 

git Zijomas 

to the peeres in Scotland; thrice to Queene 
Mary of Scotland, after her returne from 
France. Seuen times to lames the Sixt of 
Scotland ; thrice to John Basilides, emperour of 
Russia ; once to Charles the Ninth of France, 
and againe to Henry the Third. The queene 
rewarded this his seruice with the Chamber- 
lain's office in the Exchequer, heretofore a 
place of great honour and worth, the Master- 


ship of the Post-horses, and some small land. 
Neither could ambition, or the charge of many 
children, occasion any appetite in him of 
greater wealth, — to the true patteme of a con- 
tented iniiide for all high and worldly men.'' 


J. Cunningham, Printer, Crown-court, Fleet-street. 


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