The Last Of The Barons, Volume 10.

ne before gathered in manner of all nations, which armie laie at the mouth of the Seyne ready to f

so that two of them were not in compagnie together in one place;" and when the tempest had done its work, it passed away; and th

rld when hee was absent. In such high estimation amongst the people was his name, that neither no one manne they had in so much honour, neither no one persone they so much praised, or to the clouds so highly extolled. What shall I say? His only name sounded in every song, in the mouth of the common people, and his persone [effigies] was represented with great reverence when publique plaies or open triumphes should bee skewed or set furthe abrode in the stretes," etc. This lively passage, if not too highly coloured, serves to show us the rude saturnalian kind of liberty that existed, even under a king so vindictive as Edward IV. Though an individual might be banged for the jest that he would make his son he

es commanding and charging all men apt or able to bear armour, to prepare themselves to fight agains

towns of the North; and all the towns of the North were in "a great rore, and made fires, and sang songs, crying, 'King Henry! King Henry! a Warwicke! a Warwicke!'" But his warlike and presumptuous spirit forsook not the chief of that bloody and fatal race,-the line of the English Pelops,-"bespattered with kindred gore." [Aeschylus: Agamemnon] A messen

ch as he relied greatly upon the treachery of Clarence, either secretly to betray or openly to desert the earl. And he knew that if he did the latter on the eve of a battle, it could not fail morally to weaken Warwick, and dishearten his army by fear that desertion should prove, as it ever does, the most contagious disease that can afflict a camp. It is probable, however, that the enthusiasm which had surrounded the earl with volunteers so numerous had far exceeded the anticipations of the inexperienced Clarence, and would have forbid him that opportunity of betraying the earl. However

n off the mask, and rides through thy t

was my due, but not from Montagu! Rivers, help to buckle on my mail. H

ed on his helm, cuirass, and greaves, when G

! death to the tyrant!' Hark! in front, 'A Montagu! a Warwick! Long live King Henry!' I come to redeem

ame the various cries nearer and near

said Edward. "Gloucester, in

e crown was already lost, flocked in a body to the chamber. They fell on t

that a soldier's death will be left thee. Numbers will suffice to encumber thine arm, to seize thy

these loyal gentlemen, and for the sake of their li

ght, my lords. Come, sire, we must fly. Our rights

the chamber, grinding his teeth in impotent rage. He mounted his horse, while Rivers held the stirrup, and with so

king, with a ghastly smile,

enemy by feigning to defend the pass, and to counsel,

sing his hand, "you do well, and I envy

e go,-but at least slaughtering as we go. See! yon rascal

join him, dashed alone into the very centre of the advanced guard sent to invest th

f thunder,-"here, rebels a

t singular panic, which in those ages often scattered numbers before the arm and the name of one. They recoiled in confusion and dismay. Many actually threw down their arms and fled. Throu

ss, advised them, as the only chance of life, to affect submission to Warwick; but when the time came, to remember their old allegiance, [Sharon Turner, vol. iii. 280

in of Redesdale!" was heard, and sword in hand, Hilyard, followed by a troop of horse, dashed to the head of the besiegers, and, learning the

; "I would offer capitulatio

ed from the rest. Hastings l

are willing to submit, and shout with you for Henry VI. Pledge me your word th

ge it not?" sa

guards this bridge count ten

tyrant chief! Charge! to the attack! charge! pike and bill!" The knight spurred on, the Lancastrian

unequal, when Lord Montagu himself, hearing what had befallen, galloped to the spot, threw down his trunch

t upon butchering Englishmen? Rather thank we Lord Hastings that he would spare good King Henry so many subjects' lives! The t

whisper, "what pity that so gallant a gentleman

, but serfdom; and revolt is not disloyalty, but a freeman's duty. One day thou mayst know that truth, but too la

oint of sailing. Without other raiment than the mail they wore, without money, the men a few hours before hailed as sovereign or as peers fled from their native land as outcasts and paupers. New dangers beset them on the sea: the ships of the Easterlings, at war both with France and England, bore down upon their vessels. At the risk of drowning they ran ashore near Alcmaer. The large ships of the Easterlings followed as far as the low water would permit, "intendeing at the fludde to have obtained their prey." [Hall.] In this extremity, the lord of the province (Louis of Grauthuse