Memoirs of a Cavalier A Military Journal of the Wars in Germany, and the Wars in England. From the Year 1632 to the Year 1648. — A Reader’s Guide
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ere was too much tenderness in this discourse not to affect me exceedingly. I told him I would perfectly resign myself unto his disposal. But as my father had, together with his love for me, a very nice judgment in his discourse, he fixed his eyes very attentively on me, and though my answer was without the least reserve, yet he thought he saw some uneasiness in me at the proposal, and from thence concluded that my compliance was rather an act of discretion than inclination; and that, however I seemed so absolutely given up to what he had proposed, yet my answer was really an effect of my obedience rather than my choice.
So he returned very quick upon me: "Look you, son, though I give you my own thoughts in the matter, yet I would have you be very plain with me; for if your own choice does not agree with mine, I will be your adviser, but will never impose upon you, and therefore let me know your mind freely." "I don't reckon myself capable, sir," said I, with a great deal of respect, "to make so good a choice for myself as you can for me; and though my opinion differed from yours, its being your opinion would reform mine, and my judgment would as readily comply as my duty." "I gather at least from thence," said my father, "that your designs lay another way before, however they may comply with mine; and therefore I would know what it was you would have asked of me if I had not offered this to you; and you must not deny me your obedience in this, if you expect I should believe your readiness in the other."
"Sir," said I, "'twas impossible I should lay out for myself just what you have proposed; but if my inclinations were never so contrary, though at your command you shall know them, yet I declare them to be wholly subjected to your order. I confess my thoughts did not tend towards marriage or a settlement; for, though I had no reason to question your care of me, yet I thought a gentleman ought always to see something of the world before he confined himself to any part of it. And if I had been to ask your consent to anything, it should have been to give me leave to travel for a short time, in order to qualify myself to appear at home like a son to so good a father."
"In what capacity would you travel?" replied my father. "You must go abroad either as a private gentleman, as a scholar, or as a soldier." "If it were in the latter capacity, sir," said I, returning pretty quick, "I hope I should not misbehave myself; but I am not so determined as not to be ruled by your judgment." "Truly," replied my father, "I see no war abroad at this time worth while for a man to appear in, whether we talk of the cause or the encouragement; and indeed, son, I am afraid you need not go far for adventures of that nature, for times seem to look as if this part of Europe would find us work enough." My father spake then relating to the quarrel likely to happen between the King of England and the Spaniard,' [1] for I believe he had no notions of a civil war in his head.
In short, my father, perceiving my inclinations very forward to go abroad, gave me leave to travel, upon condition I would promise to return in two years at farthest, or sooner, if he sent for me.
From its opening pages, Memoirs of a Cavalier presents itself as a discovered manuscript, a framing device that Defoe uses to claim authenticity. The narrator, a gentleman volunteer, describes his service in the royal troop of guards, noting that it comprised "two and thirty lords" and many younger sons of nobility. This attention to the social makeup of military units recurs throughout the excerpts, where the author specifies not only which towns were held by each side but also the rank and origin of the soldiers involved.
A Soldier's Eye for Geography and Allegiance
The excerpts reveal a narrator who maps the war through county boundaries and garrison towns. He lists which regions were held by the king—Cornwall, most of the north except Hull—and which by Parliament, naming Kent, Surrey, Essex, and others as "the associated counties." This geographical cataloging is not neutral; it carries political weight. The narrator notes that the king made Oxford his headquarters, criticizing the Parliament's failure to fortify it earlier as "a very great oversight." Such judgments are woven into the description of place, making the landscape itself a record of strategic decisions.
Defoe's method here is to embed analysis within narrative. The Cavalier does not pause to lecture; instead, he observes that the city of London was "the main support of the Parliament," and that the king drew supplies from the wealth of Oxford's colleges. These details serve both as historical context and as evidence of the narrator's own partisan viewpoint.
The Composition of the King's Forces
The narrator repeatedly emphasizes who fought and under what circumstances. He describes the royal troop of guards as a body of young gentlemen, listing their titles and future fates: "many of this troop lived afterwards to have regiments... many of them lost their lives for him, and most of them their estates." This is not mere color; it establishes the narrator's social world and his measure of worth. He also notes that his father led his own regiment, while his elder brother stayed home—a detail that hints at family obligations and the distribution of risk.
Elsewhere, the excerpts name commanders like Goring, Hopton, Grenvile, and Newcastle, and trace their movements: Goring secured Portsmouth but was forced to quit, later returning from Holland to serve again. The narrator treats these figures as known quantities, assuming the reader shares his familiarity with their reputations. The effect is to create a dense network of personal and military connections.
The Texture of Defoe's Historical Fiction
The editorial introduction included with the text points out that Defoe's contemporaries debated whether the Memoirs were genuine. The excerpts bear out this ambiguity: they contain specific dates, place names, and tactical assessments that read like a veteran's account. Yet the introduction also notes anachronisms—a reference to the Restoration that could not have been in a manuscript supposedly found in 1651. Defoe's fiction, then, is not a perfect forgery but a deliberate construction that occasionally betrays its eighteenth-century origins.
Readers attentive to style will notice that the prose is more measured than the seventeenth-century memoirs it imitates. The narrator's voice is consistent but lacks the idiosyncratic roughness of actual period diaries. Defoe achieves verisimilitude through accumulation of concrete detail rather than through linguistic mimicry.
The Memoirs reward a reader who pays attention to what the narrator chooses to record: the social standing of his comrades, the disposition of armies across counties, the missed opportunities of commanders. Defoe's fiction works by making these choices feel natural, as if the Cavalier is simply telling what he saw. The result is a book that can be read both as a novel of adventure and as a document of how one eighteenth-century author imagined the experience of civil war.
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