that he was forced to quit Saint Germains.  Lest some other Anglican doctor should be equally importunate, James wrote to inform his agents in England that he wished no Protestant divine to come out to him.422 Indeed the nonjuring clergy were at least as much sneered at and as much railed at in his palace as in his nephew’s.  If any man had a claim to be mentioned with respect at Saint Germains, it was surely Sancroft.  Yet it was reported that the bigots who were assembled there never spoke of him but with aversion and disgust.  The sacrifice of the first place in the Church, of the first place in the peerage, of the mansion at Lambeth and the mansion at Croydon, of immense patronage and of a revenue of more than five thousand a year was thought but a poor atonement for the great crime of having modestly remonstrated against the unconstitutional Declaration of Indulgence.  Sancroft was pronounced to be just such a traitor and just such a penitent as Judas Iscariot.  The old hypocrite had, it was said, while affecting reverence and love for his master, given the fatal signal to his master’s enemies.  When the mischief had been done and could not be repaired, the conscience of the sinner had begun to torture him.  He had, like his prototype, blamed himself and bemoaned himself.  He had, like his prototype, flung down his wealth at the feet of those whose instrument he had been.  The best thing that he could now do was to make the parallel complete by hanging himself.423

James seems to have thought that the strongest proof of kindness which he could give to heretics who had resigned wealth, country, family, for his sake, was to suffer them to be beset, on their dying beds, by his priests.  If some sick man, helpless in body and in mind, and deafened by the din of bad logic and bad rhetoric, suffered a wafer to be thrust into his mouth, a great work of grace was triumphantly announced to the Court; and the neophyte was buried with all the pomp of religion.  But if a royalist, of the highest rank and most stainless character, died professing firm attachment to the Church of England, a hole was dug in the fields; and, at dead of night, he was flung into it and covered up like a mass of carrion.  Such were the obsequies of the Earl of Dunfermline, who had served the House of Stuart with the hazard of his life and to the utter ruin of his fortunes, who had fought at Killiecrankie, and who had, after the victory, lifted from the earth the still breathing remains of Dundee.  While living he had been treated with contumely.  The Scottish officers who had long served under him had in vain entreated that, when they were formed into a company, he might still be their commander.  His religion had been thought a fatal disqualification.  A worthless adventurer, whose only recommendation was that he was a Papist, was preferred.  Dunfermline continued, during a short time, to make his appearance in the circle which surrounded the Prince whom he had served too well; but it was to no purpose.  The bigots who ruled the Court refused to the ruined and expatriated Protestant Lord the means of subsistence; he died of a broken heart; and they refused him even a grave.424