I am so ashamed that I forgot to remember what happened 456 years ago today... Every year I think: "I'm going to remember... I'm going to remember..." and I hope that the admiration and honor I bear towards this dead person will help me to remember... Instead, I am reminded by a little history thing on my computer that tells me what happened on such and such a date... and when I was browsing around on my computer, I caught sight of it...
Oh well.
On February 12, 1554, Lady Jane Grey (*grin*) was executed for treason against her cousin Mary Tudor. She had been queen for nine days, and didn't live for her coronation. Mary came in to London, gaining incredible support, and threw Jane into the Tower of London. Her life might have been spared, but an uprising caused by her father Thomas Grey and Sir Thomas Wyatt sealed her fate, for they demanded their queen back. Jane was executed, at the young age of 17, with her husband Guilford Dudley, who was about her age or a year older.
I know I've done posts about Lady Jane before... And I know that you all know how much I love her indefatigable character which was based on her firm and strong faith and love for her God. I admire her bravery in the face of death... When she saw the remains of her husband being carried underneath her window, she cried out: "O, Guilford! Death is not so bitter that you have tasted, and that I shall soon taste, as to make my flesh tremble; it is nothing compared to the feast which you and I shall this day partake of in heaven!"
She went to her death humbly... bravely... nobly... She left this sinful life, called to a more glorious life above—free from the trials and tribulations she had patiently born her entire life. I know it might seem a little odd to you, but she is my heroine—an example that I attempt to follow...
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