October 29, 1618 –
The day before (back in 1618), Sir Walter Raleigh was a fairly forgotten figure in English History. Sir Walter, famous explorer and favorite of Queen Elizabeth I had been languishing in prison for years on some murky charges of plotting against King James I. He was left to languish in the Tower of London until 1616. While imprisoned, he wrote many treatises and the first volume of The Historie of the World, about the ancient history of Greece and Rome. His son Carew was conceived and born while Raleigh was legally ‘dead‘ and imprisoned in the Tower of London (1604).
In 1616, Sir Walter was released from the Tower of London in order to conduct a second expedition to Venezuela in search of El Dorado. In the course of the expedition, Raleigh’s men, under the command of Lawrence Keymis, sacked the Spanish outpost of San Thome on the Orinoco. During the initial attack on the settlement, Raleigh’s son Walter was struck by a bullet and killed. On Raleigh’s return to England, the outraged Diego Sarmiento de Acuoa, the Spanish ambassador, demanded that King James reinstate Raleigh’s death sentence. The ambassador’s demand was granted
Raleigh was beheaded at Whitehall on this date in 1618. “Let us dispatch,” he asked his executioner. “At this hour my ague comes upon me. I would not have my enemies think I quaked from fear.” After he was allowed to see the axe that would behead him, he mused: “This is a sharp Medicine, but it is a Physician for all diseases and miseries“. It’s been said that Sir Walter final words (as he lay ready for the axe to fall) were: “Strike a match man, strike!“
The corpse was to be buried in the local church in Beddington, Surrey, the home of Lady Raleigh. “The Lords,” she wrote, “have given me his dead body, though they have denied me his life. God hold me in my wits“. After Raleigh’s execution, his head was embalmed and presented to his wife. She carried it with her in a velvet bag until she decided she didn’t like the smell.
Gentlemen, remember either to keep your head firmly in place upon your death or ask your wife to invest in a lot of room deodorizer.
And so it goes
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