Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham | Page 6

Crispe's commission of array, which he had buried in
the garden, but which was now, on his information, dug up. Never did a
conspiracy fall to pieces more rapidly, completely, and, for the
conspirators, more disgracefully.
This discovery proves a windfall to the parliamentary party. Pym hies
to the citizens and apprises them, in one breath, at once of their danger
and their signal deliverance. The Commons draw up a vow and
covenant, expressing their detestation of all such conspiracies, and
appoint a day of thanksgiving for the escape of the nation. Meanwhile
Waller and Portland are confronted, when the one repeats his charge
and Portland denies it. Conway, too, maintains his innocence, and as
Waller is the only evidence against either him or Portland, both are,
after a long imprisonment, admitted to bail. Tomkins, Chaloner (the
agent of Crispe), Hassel (the king's courier between Oxford and
London), Alexander Hampden (Waller's cousin), and some subordinate
conspirators, are arraigned before a Council of War. Waller feigns
himself so ill with remorse of conscience, that his trial is put off that he
"may recover his understanding." Hassel dies the night before the trial.
Tomkins and Chaloner are hanged before their own doors. Hampden
escapes punishment, but is retained in prison, where he dies; and the
subordinates just referred to (Blinkorne and White) are pardoned.
Northumberland, owing to his rank, is only once examined before the
Lords. Those whose names were inserted in the commission of array
are treated as malignants, and their estates seized.
Waller, having received some respite, employed the time in petitioning,
flattering, bribing, confessing, beseeching, and in the exercise of every
other art by which a mean, cowardly spirit seeks to evade death. He
appealed from the military jurisdiction to the House of Commons, and
was admitted to plead his cause at their bar. His speech was humble,
conciliating, and artful, but failed to gain the object. He was expelled

from the House, and soon after was sisted before the Court of War, and
condemned to die. He was reprieved, however, by Essex, and at the end
of a year's imprisonment, the sentence was commuted into a fine of
£10,000, and banishment for life. He was sent to "recollect himself in
another country." He had previously expended, it is said, £30,000 in
bribes.
Waller's conduct in this whole matter was a mixture of cowardice and
meanness. Recollecting his poetical temperament, and the well-known
stories of Demosthenes at Cheronea, and Horace at Philippi, we are not
disposed to be harsh on his cowardice, but we have no excuse for his
meanness. It discovers a want of heart, and an infinite littleness of soul.
We can hardly conceive him to have possessed a drop of the blood of
Hampden or Cromwell in his veins, and cease to wonder why two
high-spirited ladies of rank should have spurned the homage of a poetic
poltroon, whom instinctively they seem to have known to be such, even
before he proved it to the world.
"Infamous, and not contented," Waller repairs to the Continent, first to
Rouen, then to Switzerland and Italy, in company with his friend
Evelyn, and, in fine, settles for a season in Paris. Here he keeps open
table for the banished royalists, as well as for the French wits, till his
means are impaired by his liberality. A middling poet, a pitiful
politician, a fickle dangler in affairs of love, Waller was an admirable
_host_, and not only gave good dinners and suppers, but flavoured
them delicately with compliment and repartee. In Paris he recovered his
tone of spirits, and, had his money lasted, might have remained there
till his dying day. But fines and bribes had exhausted his patrimony,
and he was compelled first to sell a property in Bedfordshire, worth
more than £1,000 a-year, then to part with his wife's jewels, and in fine
to sell the last of these, which he called "the rump jewel." His family,
too, had increased, and added to his incumbrances. His favourite was a
daughter, Margaret, born in Rouen, who acted as his amanuensis. At
last, through the intercession of his brother-in-law, Scroope, he was
permitted to return to England. This was on the 13th of January 1652.
During all his residence on the Continent, he had continued to amuse
himself with poetry, "in which," says Johnson, "he sometimes speaks of
the rebels and their usurpation, in the natural language of an honest
man." If this mean that Waller, when he uttered such sentiments, was,

for the nonce, sincere, it is quite true; but if the Doctor means that
Waller was, speaking generally, an honest man, it is not true; and Dr.
Johnson repeatedly signifies, in other parts of his life, that he does not
believe it to be true. He speaks, for instance, of