It was not a reformation, but a devastation of England, which was, at the time when this event took place, the happiest country, perhaps, the world had ever seen; and it is my chief business to show, that this devastation impoverished and degraded the main body of the people: but, in order that you may feel a just portion of indignation against their eulogists of the present day, it is necessary, first that you take of view of things on which their devastating power were exercised.
The far greater part of those books which are called “Histories of England,” are little better than romances. They treat of battles, negotiations, intrigues of courts, amours of kings, queens, and nobles: they contain the gossip and scandal of former times, and very little else. There are Histories of England, like that of Dr. Goldsmith, for the use of young persons; but, no young person, who has read them through, knows any more, of any possible use, than he or she knew before. The great use of history is, to teach us how laws, usages, and institutions arose, what were their effects on the people, how they promoted public happiness, or otherwise; and these things are precisely what the greater part of historians, as they call themselves, seem to think of no consequence.
It is supposed, by some, and, in deed, with good authorities on their side, that the Christian religion was partially introduced into England so early as the second century after Christ. But we know for a certainty, that it was introduced effectually in the year 596.
Englad, at the time when this religion was introduced, was governed by seven kings, and that state was called the Heptarchy. The people of the whole country were Pagans. Yes, my friends, our ancestors were Pagans; they worshiped gods made with hands; and they sacrificed children on the altars of their idols. In this state England was when the Pope of that day, Gregory I., sent forty monks, with a monk of the name of Austin (or Augustin) at their head, to preach the gospel of the English. * * * It was the Roman Catholic religion that was introduced into England in the year 596, with all its dogmas, rites, ceremonies, and observances, just as they all continued to exist at the time of the “Reformation,” and as they continue to exist in that church even unto this day.
Saint Austin, upon his arrival, applied to the Saxon king, within whose dominions the county of Kent lay. He obtained leave to preach to the people, and his success was great and immediate. He converted the king himself, who was very gracious to him and his brethren; and provided dwellings and other necessaries for them at Canterbury. Saint Austin and his brethren being monks, lived together in common, and from this common home went forth over the country, preaching the gospel. As their community was diminished by death, new members were ordained to keep up the supply; and, besides this, the number was in time greatly augmented. A church was built at Canterbury. Saint Austin was, of course, the Bishop or Head Priest. He was succeeded by other bishops. As Christianity spread over the island, other communities, like that of Canterbury were founded in other cities, as at London, Winchester, Exeter, Worcester, Norwich, York, and so of all the other places, where there are now Cathedrals, or Bishops’ churches.
Henry VIII., succeeded his father, Henry VII., in the year 1509. He succeeded to a great and prosperous kingdom, a full treasury, and a happy and contented people, who expected in him the wisdom of his father without his avarice, which seems to have been that father’s only fault. Henry VIII., was eighteen years old when his father died. He had had an elder brother named Arthur, who, at the early age of twelve years, had been betrothed to Catherine, fourth daughter of Ferdinand, King of Castle and Arragon. When Arthur was fourteen years old, the Princess came to England, and the marriage ceremony was performed; but Arthur, who was a weak and sickly boy, died before the year was out, and the marriage was never consummated; and indeed, who will believe that it could be? Henry wished to marry Catherine, and the marriage was agreed to by the parents on both sides; but it did not take place until after the death of Henry VII. The moment the young King came to the throne, he took measures for his marriage. Catherine being though only nominally, the widow of his deceased brother, it was necessary to have, from the Pope, as supreme head of the church, a dispensation, in order to render the marriage lawful in the eye of the cannon law. The dispensation, to which there could be no valid objection, was obtained, and the marriage was, amidst the rejoicings of the whole nation, celebrated in June, 1509 in less than two months after the King accession.
With this lady, who was beautiful for her youth, and whose virtues of all some seem scarcely ever to have been exceeded, he lived in the married state seventeen years, before the end of which he had three sons and two daughters of her, one of whom only, a daughter, was still alive, who afterwards was Made Queen of England. But now, at the end of seventeen years, he being thirty-five years of age, and eight yours younger than the Queen, and having his eye on a young lady, an attendant on the Queen, named Anne Boleyn, he all of a sudden, affected to believe that he was living in sin, because he was married to the widow of his brother, though, as we have seen, the marriage between Catherine and the brother had never been consummated, and though the parents of both the parties, together with his own Council, had unanimously and unhesitatingly approved of his marriage, which had, moreover been sanctioned by the Pope, the (?) of the church, of the faith and observances of which Henry himself had as we shall hereafter see, been long since his marriage, a zealous defender!
But the tyrant’s passions were now in motion, and he resolved to gratify his beastly lust, cost what it might in reputation, in treasure, and in blood. He first applied to the Pope to divorce him from the Queen. He as a great favorite of the Pope, he was very powerful, there were many long (?) for yield to his request, but that request was full of injustice, it would have been so cruel towards the virtuous Queen to accede to it, that the Pope could not, and did not grant it. He, however, in hopes that time might induce the tyrant to repent, ordered a court to be held by his Legate and Wolsey, in England, to hear and determine the case. Before this court the Queen disdained to plead, and the Legate, dissolving the court, referred the matter back to the Pope, who still refused to take any step towards the granting the divorce. The tyrant now became furious, resolved upon overthrowing the power of the Pope in England, upon making himself the head of the church in this country, and upon doing whatever else might be necessary to ensure the gratification of his beastly desires, and the glutting of his vengeance.
By making himself the supreme head of the church he made himself, he having the sword and the gibbet at his command, master of all the property of that church, including that of the monasteries! – his counsellors and courtiers knew this; and as it was soon discovered that a sweeping confiscation would take place, the Parliament was by no means backward in aiding his designs, every one hoping to share in the plunder. The first step was to pass acts taking from the Pope all authority and power over the church in England and giving to the King all authority whatever as to ecclesiastical matters. His chief adviser and abettor was Thomas Cranmer, a name which deserves to be held in everlasting execration; a name which we could not pronounce without almost doubting of the justice of God, were it not for our knowledge of the fact, that the cold-blooded, most perfidious, most impious, most blasphemous caitiff expired at last, amidst those flames which he himself had been the chief cause of kindling.
The tyrant, being now both Pope and King, made Cranmer Archbishop of Canterbury, a dignity just then become vacant. Of course, this advisor and ready tool now became chief judge in all ecclesiastical matters. But, here was a difficulty; for the tyrant still professed to be a Catholic; so that his new Archbishop was to be consecrated according to the usual pontifical form, which required of him to swear obedience to the Pope. And here a transaction took place that will, at once, show us of what sort of stuff the “reformation” gentry was made. Cranmer, before he went to the altar to be consecrated, went into a chapel, and there made a declaration on oath, that, by the oath, that he was about to take, and which for the sake of form, he was obliged to take, he did not intend to bind himself to any thing that tended to prevent him from assisting the King in making any such “reforms” as he might think useful in the Church of England! I once knew a corrupt Cornish knave, who having sworn to a direct falsehood, (and that he, in private, acknowledged to be such,) before an Election Committee of the House of Commons, being asked how he could possibly give such evidence, actually declared, in so many words, “That he had, before he left his lodging in the morning, taken an oath, that he would swear falsely that day.” He perhaps, imbibed his principles from his very Archbishop, who occupies the highest place in lying Fox’s lying book of Protestant Martyrs.
Having provided himself with so famous a judge in ecclesiastical matters, the King lost, of course, no time in bringing his hard case before him, and demanding justice at his hands! Hard case, indeed; to be compelled to live with a wife of forty-three, when he could have, for next to nothing, and open for asking, a young one of eighteen or twenty! A really hard case; and he sought relief, now that he had got such an upright and impartial judge, with all imaginable dispatch. What I am now going to relate of the conduct of this Archbishop and the other parties concerned in the transaction is calculated to make us shudder with horror, to make our very bowels heave with loathing, to make us turn our eyes from the paper and resolve to read no further. But, we must not give way to these feelings if we hae a mind to know the true history of the Protestant “Reformation.” We must keep ourselves cool; we must reason ourselves out of our ordinary impulses; we must beseech nature to be quiet within us for a while; for from first to last, we have to contemplate nothing that is not of a kind to fill us with horror and disgust.
It was now four or five years since the King and Catherine had begun to hatch the project of the divorce; but, in the meanwhile, the King had kept Anne Boleyn, or in more modern phrase, she ad been “under his protection,” for about three years. And, here, let me state, that, in Dr. Bayley’s life of Bishop Fisher, it is positively asserted, that Anne Boleyn was the King’s daughter, and that Lady Boleyn, her mother, said to the King, when he was about to marry Anne, “Sir, for the reverence of god, take heed what you do in marrying my daughter, for, if you record your own conscience well, she is your own daughter as well as mine.” To which the King replied, “Whose daughter soever she is, she shall be my wife.” Now, though I believe this fact, I do not give it as a thing the truth of which is undeniable. I find it in the writings of a man, who was the eulogist, (and justly,) of the excellent Bishop Fisher, who suffered death because he stood firmly on the side of Queen Catherine. I believe it; but I do not give it, as I do the other facts that I state, as what is undeniably true. God knows, it is unnecessary to make the parties blacker than they are made by the Protestant historians themselves, even in a favorable record of their horrid deeds.
The King had had Anne about three years “under his protection,” when she became for the first time, with child. There was not, therefore, no time to be lost in order to “make an honest woman of her.” A private marriage took place in January, 1533: As Anne’s pregnancy could not be long disguised, it became necessary to avow her marriage; and, therefore, it was also necessary to press onward the trial for the divorce; for, it might have seemed rather awkward, even amongst “reformation” people, for the King to have two wives at a time! Now, then, the famous ecclesiastical judge, Cranmer, had to play his part; and, if his hypocrisy did not make the devil blush, he could have no blushing faculties in him. Cranmer, in April, 1533, wrote a letter to the King, begging him, for the good of the nation, and for the safety of his own soul, to grant his permission to try the question of the divorce, and beseeching him no longer to live in the peril attending an “incestuous intercourse!” Matchless, astonishing hypocrite! He knew, and the King knew that he knew, and he knew the King knew it, that the King had been actually married to Anne, three months before, she being with child at the time he married her!
The King graciously condescended to listen to this ghostly advice of his pious primate, who was so anxious about the safety of his royal soul; and without delay, he, as Head of the Church, granted the ghostly father, Cranmer, who, in violation of his own clerical vows, had, in private, a woman of his own; to this ghostly father, the King granted a license to hold a spiritual court for the trial of the divorce. Queen Catherine, who had been ordered to retire from the court, resided, at this time, at Ampthill, in Bedfordshire, at a little distance from Dunstable. At this latter place, Crnamer opened his court, and sent a citation to the Queen to appear before him, wich citation she treated with the scorn it deserved. When he had kept his “court” open the number of days required by the law, he pronounced sentence against the Queen, declaring her marriage with the King, null from the beginning; and having done this, he closed his farcical court. We shall see him doing more jobs in the divorcing line; but thus he finished his first.
The result of this trial was, by this incomparable judge, made known to the King, whom this wonderful hypocrite gravely besought to submit himself with resignation to the will of God, as declared to him in the decision of the spiritual court, acting according to the laws of the holy Church! The pious and resigned King yielded to the admonition; and then Cranmer held another court at Lambeth, at which he declared, that the King had been lawfully married to Anne Boleyn, and that he now confirmed the marriage by his pastoral and judicial authority, which he derived from the successors of the Apostles! We shall see him bye-and-bye, exercising the same authority to declare this new marriage null and void from the beginning,and see him assist in bastardizing the fruit of it; but we must now follow Mrs. Boleyn (whom the Protestant writers strain hart to whitewash) till we have seen the end of her.
She was delivered of a daughter (who was afterwards Queen Elizabeth) at the end of eight months from the date of her marriage. This did not please the King, who wanted a son, and who was quite monster enough to be displeased with her on this account. The couple jogged on apparently without quarreling for about three years, a pretty long time, if we duly consider the many obstacles which vice opposes to peace and happiness. The husband, however, had plenty of occupation; for, being now, “Head of the Church,” he had a deal to manage: he had, poor man, to labor hard at making a new religion, new articles of faith, new rules of discipline, and he had new things of all sorts to prepare. Besides which, he had, as we shall see in the next number, some of the best men in his kingdom, and that ever lived in any kingdom or county, to behead, hand, rip up and cut into quarters! He had, moreover, as well as see, begun the grand work of confiscation, plunder, and devastation. So that he could not have a great deal of time for family squabbles.
If, however, he had no time to jar with Anne,he had no time to look after her, which is a thing to be thought of, when a man marries a woman half his own age; and that this “great female reformer,” as some of the Protestant writes call her, wanted a little husband-like vigilance, we are now going to see. The freedom, or rather the looseness of her manners, so very different from those of virtuous Queen, whom the English court and nation had had before them as an example, for so many years, gave offence to the more sober, and excited the mirth, and set a-going the chat of persons of another description. In January, 1536, Queen Catherine died. She had been banished from the court. She had seen her marriage annulled by Cranmer, and her daughter, and only surviving child bastardized by act of Parliament; and the husband who had had five children by her, that “reformation” husband, had had the barbarity to keep her separated from, and never to suffer her, after her banishment, to set her eyes on that only child! She died, as she had lived, beloved and revered by every good man woman in the kingdom, and was buried amidst the sobbings and tears of a vast assemblage of the people, in the Abbey-church of Peterborough.
The King, whose iron heart seems to have been softened, for a moment, by a most affectionate letter, which she dictated to him from her death bed, ordered the persons about him to wear mourning on the day of her burial. But, our famous “great female reformer” did not war mourning, but dressed herself out in the gayest and gaudiest attire; expressed her unbounded joy; and said that she was not in reality a queen! Alas! for our “great female reformer!” in just three months and sixteen days from this day of her exultation, she died herself; not, however, as the real queen had died, in her bed, deeply lamented by all the good, and without a soul on earth to impute to her a single fault; but on a scaffold, under a death-warrant, signed by her husband, and charged with treason, adultery and incest!
In the month of May, 1536, she was, along with the King, amongst the spectators of a tilting-match, at Greenwhich, when being incautious, she gave to one of the combatants, who was also one of her paramours, a sign of her attachment, which seems only to have confirmed the King in suspicions which he before entertained. He instantly quitted the place, returned to Westminster, ordered her to be confined at Greenwhich, and to be brought by water to Westminster the next day. But she was met by his order on the river, and conveyed to the tower; and, as it were, to remind her of the injustice which she had so mainly assisted in committing against the late virtuous Queen, as it were to say to her, “see, after all, God is just,” she was imprisoned in the very room in which she had slept the night before her coronation!
From the moment of her imprisonment, her behaviour indicated any thing but conscious innocence. She was charged with adultery with four gentlemen of the King’s household, and with incest with her brother Lord Rochford, and she was, of course, charged with treason, those being acts of treason by law. They were all found guilty, and all put to death. But, before Anne was executed, our friend Thomas Cranmer had another tough job to perform. The King, who never did things by halves, ordered, as “head of the church,” the Archbishop to hold his “spiritual court,” and to divorce him from Anne! One would think it impossible that a man, that any thing bearing the name of a man should have consented to do such a thing, should not have perished before a slow fire rather than do it. What! he had, we have seen, pronounced the marriage with Anne “to be lawful, and had confirmed it by his authority, judicial and pastoral which he derived from the successors to the Apostles.” How as he now then, to annul this marriage? How was hie to declare it unlawful?
He cited the King and queen to appear in his court! (Oh! that court!) His citation stated, that their marriage had been unlawful, that they were living in adultery, and that, for the “salvation of their souls,” they should show cause why they should not be separated. They were just going to be separated most effectually: for this was on the 17th of May, and Anne, who had been condemned to death on the 15th, was to be, and was executed on the 19th! They both obeyed his citation, and appeared before him by their proctors; and after heard these, Cranmer, who, observe, afterwards drew up the The Book of Common Prayer, (used in the service of the Episcopal churches in Europe and America,) wound up the blasphemous farce, by pronouncing, “in the name of Christ, and for the honor of God,” that the marriage “was and always had been null and void!” Good God! But we must not give way to exclamations, or they will interrupt us at every step. Thus was the daughter, Elizabeth, bastardized by the decision of the very man who had not only pronounced her mother’s marriage lawful, but who had been the contriver of that marriage! And yet Burnet has the impudence to say, that Cranmer, “appears to have done every thing with a good conscience!” Yes, with such another conscience as Burnet did the deeds by which he got in to the Bishopric of Salsibury, at the time of “Old Glorious,” which, as we shall see, was by no means disconnected with the “Reformation.”
In the 19th, Anne was beheaded in the Tower, put into an elm coffin, and buried there. At the place of execution, she did not pretend that she was innocent; and there appears to me to be very little doubt of her having done some at least of the things imputed to her: but if her marriage with the King had “always been null and void,” that is to say, if she had never been married to him, how could she, by her commerce with other men, have been guilty of treason? On the 15th, she is condemned as the wife of the King, on the 17th she is pronounced never to have been his wife, and on the 19th, she is executed for having been his unfaithful wife! However, as to the effect which this event has upon the character of the “Reformation,” it signifies not a straw whether she were guilty or innocent of the crimes now laid to her charge; for if she were innocent, how are we to describe the monsters who brought her to the block? How are we to describe that “Head of the Church” and that Archbishop, who had now the management of the religious affairs of England? It is said, that the evening before her execution, she begged the lady of lieutenant of the Tower to go to Princess Mary and to beg her to pardon her for the many wrongs she had done her. There were others to whom she had done wrongs. She had been the cause, and the guilty cause of breaking the heart of the rightful Queen; she had caused the blood of Moro and of Fishers to be shed; and she had been the promoter of Cranmer, and his aider and abettor in all those crafty and pernicious councils, by acting upon which, an obstinate hard-hearted King had plunged the kingdom into confusion and blood. The King, in order to show his total disregard for her, and, as it were, to repay her for her conduct on the day of the funeral of Catherine, dressed himself in white on the day of her execution; and the very next day, was married to Jane Seymour, at Marevell Hall, in New Hampshire.