“The quiet seclusion which Ethelwulph’s slow[26] capacity and meek temper coveted” was not permitted to him by fate.  The death of his elder brother left him the only living representative of the line of the West Saxon princes.  His accession to the throne became the desire of the people.  He obtained a dispensation from the Pope to leave the cloister; assumed the crown of Egbert; and retained Egbert’s prime minister, Alstan, Bishop of Sherborne, who was the Minister in peace and war, the Treasurer, and the Counsellor, of the kings of England, over a space, from first to last, of fifty years.

[Footnote 26:  Turner, quoting William of Malmesbury, “Crassioris et hebetis ingenii,”—­meaning that he had neither ardour for war, nor ambition for kinghood.]

Alfred’s mother, Osburga, must have been married for love.  She was the daughter of Oslac, the king’s cup-bearer.  Extolled for her piety and understanding, she bore the king four sons; dying before the last, Alfred, was five years old, but leaving him St. Swithin for his tutor.  How little do any of us think, in idle talk of rain or no rain on St. Swithin’s day, that we speak of the man whom Alfred’s father obeyed as a monk, and whom his mother chose for his guardian!

Alfred, both to father and mother, was the best beloved of their children.  On his mother’s death, his father sent him, being then five years old, with a great retinue through France and across the Alps to Rome; and there the Pope anointed him King, (heir-apparent to the English throne), at the request of his father.

Think of it, you travellers through the Alps by tunnels, that you may go to balls at Rome or hells at Monaco.  Here is another manner of journey, another goal for it, appointed for your little king.  At twelve, he was already the best hunter among the Saxon youths.  Be sure he could sit his horse at five.  Fancy the child, with his keen genius, and holy heart, riding with his Saxon chiefs beside him, by the Alpine flowers under Velan or Sempione, and down among the olives to Pavia, to Perugia, to Rome; there, like the little fabled Virgin, ascending the Temple steps, and consecrated to be King of England by the great Leo, Leo of the Leonine city, the saviour of Rome from the Saracen.

Two years afterwards, he rode again to Rome beside his father; the West Saxon king bringing presents to the Pope, a crown of pure gold weighing four pounds, a sword adorned with pure gold, two golden images,[27] four Saxon silver dishes; and giving a gift of gold to all the Roman clergy and nobles,[28] and of silver to the people.

[Footnote 27:  Turner, Book IV.,—­not a vestige of hint from the stupid Englishman, what the Pope wanted with crown, sword, or image!  My own guess would be, that it meant an offering of the entire household strength, in war and peace, of the Saxon nation,—­their crown, their sword, their household gods, Irminsul and Irminsula, their feasting, and their robes.]