Overturn, overturn, overturn

A brief note on the English Revolution and Anna Keay's Restless Republic

WITH BEARD FEATHERED AND twirling skyward, with crown swapped for a silk nightcap, Charles Stuart went to his death determined to look dignified. Behind his martyr’s mask he seethed at the charges of treason weighed against him, at the affront to supreme power that was supposed to be invested in his body, at these revolutionaries who beat him decisively…