Thomas Babington Macaulay 
Complete Works of Lord Macaulay 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. ON the Continent the news of Mary’s death excited various emotions. The Huguenots, in every part of Europe to which they had wandered, bewailed the elect Lady, who had retrenched from her own royal state in order to furnish bread and shelter to the perse cuted people of God.1 In the United Provinces, where she was well known and had always been popular, she was tenderly lamented. Matthew Prior, whose parts and accomplishments had obtained for him the patronage of the munificent Dorset, and who was now attached to the Embassy at the Hague, wrote that the coldest and most passionless of nations was touched. The very marble, he said, wept.2 The lamentations of Cambridge and Oxford were echoed by Leyden and Utrecht. The States General put on mourning. The bells of all the steeples of Holland tolled dolefully day after day.3 James, meanwhile.