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A loud explosion about two o’clock in the morning, while it shook the whole town and
startled the inhabitants from their sleep, satisfied the conspirators that their plot had
succeeded. An arch still exists in the city wall, behind the Infirmary, described by Arnot
as the door-way leading into the Provost’s house, which was built against the wall. Itg
position, however, is further to the east than the house is shown to have stood; and
Malcolm Laing supposes it to have been a gunrport, connected with a projecting tower,
which formerly existed directly opposite Roxburgh Street ; but its appearance and position
are much more those of a doorway, and no port-hole resembling it occurs in my other
part of the wall. In a drawing of the locality at the time of the murder, preserved in the
State Paper Ofiice (a fac-simile of which is engraved in Chalmers’s Life of Queen Mary),
the ruins of the Provost’s house seem to extend nearly to the projecting tower, so that the
tradition is not without some appearance of probability.
The murder of Henry Stuart, Lord Darnley, proved fatal to the hapless Queen of
Scotland. She took refuge for a time in the Castle of Edinburgh, and only left it, on
the urgent remonstrance of her Council, who dreaded injury to her health from her “ close
and solitary life.”
On Saturday, the 12th of April, the Earl of Bothwell was arraigned in the Tolbooth,
on the charge of the murder, but no evidence appeared against him, and he was acquitted.
It is not our province in this history to follow out the narrative of his forcible ravishment
of the Queen, and the fatal consequences in which she was thereby involved. On the
15th of June 1567, she surrendered to the Earl of Morton, at Carbery Hill, near Musselburgh.
It was late in the evening before the captive Queen entered Edinburgh, but she was
recognised as she passed along the streets, and assailed with insulting cries from the rude
populace. She was lodged in the Black Turnpike, the town house of the Provost, Sir
Simon Preston.’ This ancient and most interesting building stood to the west of the
Tron Church, occupying part of the ground now left vacant, as the entrance to Hunter
Square, and the site of the corner house. Mrtitland describes it as a ‘‘ magnificent edifice,
which, were it not partly defaced by a false wooden front, would appear to be the most
sumptuous building perhaps in Edinburgh.” The views that exist of it, show it to have
been a stately and imposing pile of building, of unusual height and extent, even among
the huge “ lands ” in the old High Street. At the time of its demolition, in 1788, it was
believed to be the most ancient house in Edinburgh.
Here Queen Mary passed the night, in a small apartment, whose window looked to the
street; and the first thing that met her eye on looking forth in the morning was a large
white banner, ‘‘ stented betwixt two spears,” whereon was painted the murdered Darnley,
with the words, “ Judge and revenge my cause, 0 Lord.” The poor Queen exclaimed to
the assembled multitude,--“ Good people, either satisfy your cruelty and hatred by taking
away my miserable life, or release me from the hands of such inhuman tyrants.” Some
of the rude rabble again renewed their insulting cries, but the citizens displayed their
ancient standard, the Blue Blanket, and ran to arms for her deliverance ; and hadnot the
confederates removed her to Holyrood, on pretence of restoring her to liberty, she might
probably have been safe for a time under her burgher guards.
See the VIGNETTaEt t he head of this Chapter.
80 NEMORIALS OF EDINBURGH.
The confederate lords, as soon as they had got Queen Mary safely lodged in Holyrood
House, formed themselves into a council, and at once drew up and signed an order for her
imprisonment in Loch Leven Castle. It was in fact only giving effect to their previous
resolutions. The same night she was hastily conveyed from the Palace, disguised in mean
attire, and compelled to ride a distance of thirty miles to the scene of her captivity.
On that night-the 16th of June 1567-she bade a final farewell to the Palace of
Holprood, and to Scotland's Crown. Her further history does not come within the
province of our Memorials, though her memory still dwells amid these ancient scenes,
and the stranger can never tread the ruined aisles of the Old Abbey Church, without some
passing thought of the gifted and lovely, but most unfortunate daughter of James V.-
Mary Queen of Scots.