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25. Henry VII, A.D. 1485—1509
Henry Tudor married the Lady Bessee as soon as he came to London, and by
this marriage the causes of the Red and white Roses were united; so that he
took for his badge a great rose—half red and half white. You may see it
carved all over the beautiful chapel that he built on to Westminster Abbey to
be buried in.
He was not a very pleasant person; he was stiff, and cold, and dry, and very
mean and covetous in some ways—though he liked to make a grand show,
and dress all his court in cloth of gold and silver, and the very horses in velvet
housings, whenever there was any state occasion. Nobody greatly cared for
him; but the whole country was so worn out with the troubles of the Wars of
the Roses, that there was no desire to interfere with him; and people only
grumbled, and said he did not treat his gentle, beautiful wife Elizabeth as he
ought to do, but was jealous of her being a king's daughter. There was one
person who did hate him most bitterly, and that was the Duchess of
Burgundy, the sister of Edward IV. and Richard III.: the same who, as I told
you, encouraged printing so much. She felt as if a mean upstart had got into
the place of her brothers, and his having married her niece did not make it
seem a bit the better to her. There was one nephew left—the poor young
orphan son of George, Duke of Clarence—but he had always been quite silly,
and Henry VII. had him watched carefully, for fear some one should set him
up to claim the crown. He was called Earl of Warwick, as heir to his
grandfather, the king-maker.
Suddenly, a young man came to Ireland and pretended to be this Earl of
Warwick. He deceived a good many of the Irish, and the Mayor of Dublin
actually took him to St. Patrick's Cathedral, where he was crowned as King
Edward the Sixth: and then he was carried to the banquet upon an Irish
chieftain's back. He came to England with some Irish followers, and some
German soldiers hired by the duchess; and a few, but not many, English
joined him. Henry met him at a village called Stoke, near Newark, and all his
Germans and Irish were killed, and he himself made prisoner. Then he
confessed that he was really a baker's son named Lambert Simnel; and, as he
turned out to be a poor weak lad, whom designing people had made to do
just what they pleased, the king took him into his kitchen as a scullion; and,
as he behaved well there, afterwards set him to look after the falcons, that
people used to keep to go out with to catch partridges and herons.
But after this, a young man appeared under the protection of the Duchess of
Burgundy, who said he was no other than the poor little Duke of York,
Richard, who had escaped from the Tower when his brother was murdered.
Englishmen, who came from Flanders, said that he was a clever, cowardly lad
of the name of Peter (or Perkin) Warbeck, the son of a townsman of Tournay;
but the duchess persuaded King James IV. of Scotland to believe him a real