The Last Of The Barons, Volume 10.

works, the bombards were loaded, the flag of Edward IV. still waved aloft from the battlements; but the officers of the fortress and the captains of its soldiery were, so

); and one glance of his quick eye, as he passed along, convinced him of the justice of his counsels. He arrived at last, by a long and wind

Lady Scrope, her most familiar friend and confidant, her three infant children, Elizabeth, Mary, and Cicely, grouped round her knees, playing with each other, and unconscious of the terrors of the t

the queen turned-"What news, Master Alwyn

one course to pursue. Below yon casement lies your barge, to the right see t

bling friar to the goldsmith, but was silent. The queen stood aghast. "Mean you," she

the white bear above all. The king has fled, the barons have fled, the soldiers have fled, the captains ha

luence with the commons

ese halls once again), my influence, such as it is, has been used to save lives which resistance would waste in vain. Alack, alack! 'No gaping

id Elizabeth, bending over her infant

irits also forsake us?-Speak, friar! canst thou yet do aught for u

the lesser magician hath been aided and cockered to countervail the greater, as I forewarned. Fly! run! fly! Verily and indee

interlude, "sith he who hath shipped the devil must make the best of him, thou art for once a

ick, Master Alwyn," said the duchess, who, now that she was compelled to abandon the world of prediction and soothsaying, became thoroug

uptly open, and several of the officers of the ho

; the populace are up,-they shout for King Henry; Dr. Godard is preaching against you at St. Paul's Cross; Sir Geoffrey Gates has come

he duchess, calmly; for Elizabeth, completely ove

said an old warrior armed cap-a-pie, who h

our hands I confide the eldest daughter of your ki

and leading her second grandchi

wick once caught hold of him, he had fared about as happily as the fox amidst the

to the care of his Eureka, was calmly and quietly employed in repairing the mischief effected by the bungling friar;

nctuaries were still more liable to the same objection. Moreover, if Adam should be recognized by any of the rabble that would meet them by the way, his fate, by the summary malice of a mob, was certain. After all, the Tower would be free from the populace; and as soon as, by a few rapid questions, Alwyn learned from Sibyll

rate himself again from the beloved Eureka; and Sibyll was more occupied at that hour with thoughts and prayers fo

n lies ever with its joy and sorrow, its vicissitude and change, the domain of the human heart. In the revolution, the toy of the scholar was restored to him; in the revolu