<h3>MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS.</h3>
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<p class="heading">[BORN 1542. DIED 1587.]<br/>
ROBERTSON.</p>
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all the charms of beauty and the utmost elegance of external form,
Mary added those accomplishments which render their impression
irresistible. Polite, affable, insinuating, sprightly, and capable of
speaking and writing with equal ease and dignity. Sudden, however, and
violent in all her attachments, because her heart was warm and
unsuspicious. Impatient of contradiction, because she had been
accustomed from her infancy to be treated as a queen. No stranger, on
some occasions, to dissimulation, which in that perfidious court where
she received her education was reckoned among the necessary arts of
government. Not insensible to flattery, or unconscious of that pleasure
with which almost every woman beholds the influence of her own beauty.
Formed with the qualities which we love, not with the talents that we
admire, she was an agreeable woman rather than an illustrious queen. The
vivacity of her spirit, not sufficiently tempered with sound judgment,
and the warmth of her heart, which was not at all times under the
restraint of discretion, betrayed her both into errors and into crimes.
To say that she was always unfortunate will not account for that long
and almost uninterrupted succession of calamities which befell her; we
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must likewise add, that she was often imprudent. Her passion for Darnley
was rash, youthful, and excessive; and though the sudden transition to
the opposite extreme was the natural effect of her ill-requited love,
and of his ingratitude, insolence, and brutality, yet neither these nor
Bothwell's artful address and important services can justify her
attachments to that nobleman. Even the manners of the age, licentious as
they were, are no apology for this unhappy passion; nor can they induce
us to look on that tragical and infamous scene which followed upon it
with less abhorrence.</p>
<p>Humanity will draw a veil over this part of her character which it
cannot approve, and may perhaps prompt some to impute her actions to her
situation more than to her dispositions; and to lament the unhappiness
of the former, rather than accuse the perverseness of the latter. Mary's
sufferings exceed, both in degree and duration, those tragical
distresses which fancy has feigned to excite sorrow and commiseration;
and while we survey them, we are apt altogether to forget her frailties:
we think of her faults with less indignation, and approve of our tears,
as if they were shed for a person who had attained much nearer to pure
virtue.</p>
<p>With regard to the queen's person, a circumstance not to be omitted in
writing the history of a female reign, all contemporary authors agree in
ascribing to Mary the utmost beauty of countenance and elegance of shape
of which the human form is capable. Her hair was black, although,
according to the fashion of that age, she frequently wore borrowed
locks, and of different colours. Her eyes were a dark grey, her
complexion was exquisitely fine, and her hands and arms remarkably
delicate, both as to shape and colour. Her stature was of an height that
rose to the majestic. She danced, walked, and rode with equal grace.
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Her taste for music was just; and she both sung and played upon the lute
with uncommon skill. Towards the end of her life, long confinement, and
the coldness of the houses in which she had been imprisoned, brought on
a rheumatism which often deprived her of the use of her limbs. No man,
says Brantome, ever beheld her person without admiration and love, or
will read her history without sorrow.</p>
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