As an evidence that ’tis very
probable these Memorials were written many years ago,
the persons now concerned in the publication assure
the reader that they have had them in their possession
finished, as they now appear, above twenty years;
that they were so long ago found by great accident,
among other valuable papers, in the closet of an eminent
public minister, of no less figure than one of King
William’s secretaries of state.
As it is not proper to trace them
any farther, so neither is there any need to trace
them at all, to give reputation to the story related,
seeing the actions here mentioned have a sufficient
sanction from all the histories of the times to which
they relate, with this addition, that the admirable
manner of relating them and the wonderful variety
of incidents with which they are beautified in the
course of a private gentleman’s story, add such
delight in the reading, and give such a lustre, as
well to the accounts themselves as to the person who
was the actor, that no story, we believe, extant in
the world ever came abroad with such advantage.
It must naturally give some concern
in the reading that the name of a person of so much
gallantry and honour, and so many ways valuable to
the world, should be lost to the readers. We assure
them no small labour has been thrown away upon the
inquiry, and all we have been able to arrive to of
discovery in this affair is, that a memorandum was
found with this manuscript, in these words, but not
signed by any name, only the two letters of a name,
which gives us no light into the matter, which memoir
was as follows:
Memorandum.
“I found this manuscript among
my father’s writings, and I understand that
he got them as plunder, at, or after, the fight at
Worcester, where he served as major of ’s
regiment of horse on the side of the Parliament.
I.K.”
As this has been of no use but to
terminate the inquiry after the person, so, however,
it seems most naturally to give an authority to the
original of the work, viz., that it was born of
a soldier; and indeed it is through every part related
with so soldierly a style, and in the very language
of the field, that it seems impossible anything but
the very person who was present in every action here
related, could be the relater of them.
The accounts of battles, the sieges,
and the several actions of which this work is so full,
are all recorded in the histories of those times;
such as the great battle of Leipsic, the sacking of
Magdeburg, the siege of Nuremburg, the passing the
river Lech in Bavaria; such also as the battle of
Kineton, or Edgehill, the battles of Newbury, Marston
Moor, and Naseby, and the like: they are all,
we say, recorded in other histories, and written by
those who lived in those times, and perhaps had good
authority for what they wrote. But do those relations
give any of the beautiful ideas of things formed in
this account? Have they one half of the circumstances
and incidents of the actions themselves that this
man’s eyes were witness to, and which his memory
has thus preserved? He that has read the best
accounts of those battles will be surprised to see
the particulars of the story so preserved, so nicely
and so agreeably described, and will confess what
we allege, that the story is inimitably told; and even
the great actions of the glorious King GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS
receive a lustre from this man’s relations which
the world was never made sensible of before, and which
the present age has much wanted of late, in order to
give their affections a turn in favour of his late
glorious successor.
In the story of our own country’s
unnatural wars, he carries on the same spirit.
How effectually does he record the virtues and glorious
actions of King Charles the First, at the same time
that he frequently enters upon the mistakes of his
Majesty’s conduct, and of his friends, which
gave his enemies all those fatal advantages against
him, which ended in the overthrow of his armies, the
loss of his crown and life, and the ruin of the constitution!
In all his accounts he does justice
to his enemies, and honours the merit of those whose
cause he fought against; and many accounts recorded
in his story, are not to be found even in the best
histories of those times.
What applause does he give to gallantry
of Sir Thomas Fairfax, to his modesty, to his conduct,
under which he himself was subdued, and to the justice
he did the king’s troops when they laid down
their arms!
His description of the Scots troops
in the beginning of the war, and the behaviour of
the party under the Earl of Holland, who went over
against them, are admirable; and his censure of their
conduct, who pushed the king upon the quarrel, and
then would not let him fight, is no more than what
many of the king’s friends (though less knowing
as soldiers) have often complained of.
In a word, this work is a confutation
of many errors in all the writers upon the subject
of our wars in England, and even in that extraordinary
history written by the Earl of Clarendon; but the
editors were so just that when, near twenty years ago,
a person who had written a whole volume in folio,
by way of answer to and confutation of Clarendon’s
“History of the Rebellion,” would have
borrowed the clauses in this account, which clash with
that history, and confront it, we say the
editors were so just as to refuse them.
There can be nothing objected against
the general credit of this work, seeing its truth
is established upon universal history; and almost all
the facts, especially those of moment, are confirmed
for their general part by all the writers of those
times. If they are here embellished with particulars,
which are nowhere else to be found, that is the beauty
we boast of; and that it is that much recommend this
work to all the men of sense and judgment that read
it.
The only objection we find possible
to make against this work is, that it is not carried
on farther, or, as we may say finished, with the finishing
the war of the time; and this we complain of also.
But then we complain of it as a misfortune to the
world, not as a fault in the author; for how do we
know but that this author might carry it on, and have
another part finished which might not fall into the
same hands, or may still remain with some of his family,
and which they cannot indeed publish, to make it seem
anything perfect, for want of the other parts which
we have, and which we have now made public? Nor
is it very improbable but that if any such farther
part is in being, the publishing these two parts may
occasion the proprietors of the third to let the world
see it, and that by such a discovery the name of the
person may also come to be known, which would, no doubt,
be a great satisfaction to the reader as well as us.
This, however, must be said, that
if the same author should have written another part
of this work, and carried it on to the end of those
times, yet as the residue of those melancholy days,
to the Restoration, were filled with the intrigues
of government, the political management of illegal
power, and the dissensions and factions of a people
who were then even in themselves but a faction, and
that there was very little action in the field, it
is more than probable that our author, who was a man
of arms, had little share in those things, and might
not care to trouble himself with looking at them.
But besides all this, it might happen
that he might go abroad again at that time, as most
of the gentlemen of quality, and who had an abhorrence
for the power that then governed here, did. Nor
are we certain that he might live to the end of that
time, so we can give no account whether he had any
share in the subsequent actions of that time.
’Tis enough that we have the
authorities above to recommend this part to us that
is now published. The relation, we are persuaded,
will recommend itself, and nothing more can be needful,
because nothing more can invite than the story itself,
which, when the reader enters into, he will find it
very hard to get out of till he has gone through it.