Elizabeth Monologue

To my dearest grandchild, If you recall, last time I visited I had a story to tell. Ah, if only it was not required of me to end my visit so quickly. I pray this written version of my story will do justice.

The Night My Life Flashed Before My Eyes. A pounding at the timeworn door quickly jolted me from my slumbers. What was to become of me, I frantically wondered, as I rushed down my stairwell to the door. I knew this could possibly be my end, or my most gripping tale to tell my future grandchild, but I would find out quickly enough. The instant I unbolted the door two men viciously threw my head into a large feed sack, which I knew would slowly suffocate me over time. My hands and feet were both tightly bound with the rope which
An individual who retaliated against the men who negated their role as loyal men of England, and was later slaughtered for his honorable actions. A man who’s deed of admiration was not celebrated, but was growled upon.” Still bound up by rope, I lay scrunched on the ground in the most venerable of positions awaiting the wrath of the men. Dropping on one of his knees, the first man scowled and said, “You think it’s a bad of us to leave our king, but what you don’t know is that we would be far better off if we didn’t have a king! The taxes, the rules on trade…” His voice trailed off, and I was delighted because his lack of education was apparent when he spoke. It did appear as if he was clueless as of why he wanted to separate from England. Perhaps it was fine time I educated him on the perspective of the loyal British citizens, for even if I risked agitating him, it was almost certain that I was to die
I took a deep breath and began, “I believe that you fellows have probably heard from the other men from the docks that the loyal British men are against freedom. Though, that is not at all true. We believe in freedom, but freedom which that king has given us. The king allows us to practice our own religions, and that by itself is a tremendous amount of freedom.” The men’s facial expressions transformed from glowering stares to quizzical gazes. “Maybe I have a chance,” I optimistically thought. “Also,” I confidently stated, “our taxes appear to be quite high, but it is a justifiable. Britain assisted the colonies during the French and Indian war, so it is preposterous to have England endure the repercussions. Besides, even with our high taxes, we live a much more comfortable life than people in England. Owing to this plentiful land, our recourses for certain items are much more abundant than in