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Charke, the Laureate's intractable and eccentric daughter, Fielding was naturally on better terms. She was, as already stated, a member of the Great Mogul's Company, and it is worth noting that some of the sarcasms in Pasquin against her father were put into the mouth of Lord Place, whose part was taken by this undutiful child.
'It reminded me suddenly, Milly, of that frightful business. 'What business, Maud? what a plague are ye thinking on? demanded Milly, rather amused. 'It was in one of these rooms maybe this yes, it certainly was this for see, the panelling has been pulled off the wall that Mr. Charke killed himself.
Margaret, his youngest daughter, was married unto Ezekiel Charke, Bachelor in Divinity, and Rector of St. Nicholas in Harbledown, near Canterbury, who died about sixteen years past, and had a son Ezekiel, now living, and in Sacred Orders; being at this time Rector of Waldron, in Sussex.
What a pity he did not early enter upon some career of ambition! Well, well, it is idle regretting. He suggested that the letters were forgeries. He alleged that Charke was in the habit of boasting, and telling enormous falsehoods about his gambling transactions, especially in his letters. He reminded the world how often men affect high animal spirits at the very moment of meditating suicide.
All these particulars, as I told you, came out afterwards, for there was an inquest, you know, and then Silas published what he called his "statement," and there was a great deal of most distressing correspondence in the newspapers. 'And why did Mr. Charke kill himself? I asked. 'Well, I will tell you first what all are agreed about. The second night after the races, your uncle and Mr.
Here is his letter' and he produced it 'announcing officially that he means to accept the office; but I think he ought to be told it is not delicate, under all circumstances. You know, Miss, that your uncle, Mr. Silas Ruthyn, was talked about unpleasantly once. 'You mean' I began. 'I mean about the death of Mr. Charke, at Bartram-Haugh.
Charke had died by any hand but his own. 'And how could he fancy such a thing? I exclaimed indignantly. 'Well, you will see the result was quite enough to justify them in saying as they did, that he died by his own hand. The window was found fastened with a screw on the inside, as it had been when the chambermaid had arranged it at nine o'-clock; no one could have entered through it.
Presently they had passed up Cheapside and reached Newgate; in a niche in the archway itself stood a figure of the Mother of God looking compassionately down; and as Campion's hurdle passed beneath it, her servant wrenched himself a few inches up in his bonds and bowed to his glorious Queen; and then laid himself down quietly again, as a chorus of lament rose from the ministers over his superstition and obstinate idolatry that seemed as if it would last even to death; and Charke too, who had become somewhat more silent, broke out again into revilings.
'I just recollect these points which were exactly what made the impression, continued Lady Knollys, after a short pause; 'the letter was written in the evening of the last day of the wretched man's life, so that there had not been much time for your uncle Silas to win back his money; and he stoutly alleged that he did not owe Mr. Charke a guinea.
'I don't mean frighten in any awful sense in fact, I did not mean frighten at all. I meant I can't exactly express it anything to vex, or make you uncomfortable; have you? 'No, I can't say I have, except that room in which Mr. Charke was found dead. 'Oh! you saw that, did you? I should like to see it so much. Your bedroom is not near it? 'Oh, no; on the floor beneath, and looking to the front.
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