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Temple and the apprentices are constantly at warfare, and thieves are very numerous. This morning we went to St. Paul's—a fine, grand place; but it does not please me so well as the cathedral on Lincoln's hill, partly because the church is used for such unholy purposes. People were buying and selling merchandise even while the service was going on in another part, and all the music was spoiled by my hearing a man swear; so that I was glad to be outside again. In St. Paul's Churchyard Ralph was addressed by a very lively gentleman, whom he presented to us as “ Harry Marten."

“Where are you going?" asked Mr. Marten.

“Ask these ladies that question,” said Ralph ; " we are theirs to command, are we not, Colonel ?"

' Aye, aye,” replied father; “but our lassies are not well suited this morning-they are disappointed with your great St. Paul's.”

“The church is well enough, father,” said I. “'Tis the profane people that spoil everything."

“Well, I am no saint," said Mr. Marten ; " but I declare 'tis an indecent custom to turn churches into markets, or into lounges for idle folks. What say you now to a turn on the bridge? ”

We all agreed, for the great heat of the day made us glad to be near the river, only the sight of so many heads over the gateway sickens me, and to-day the smell was worse than ever. Mr. Marten walked beside us, and I liked his company very much, the wit and humour that sparkled in nearly every sentence frequently reminded me of Andrew, so that I was well pleased to be only a listener. On passing a mercer's window on the bridge—where a dark blue taffeta was displayed, Mr. Marten asked if I did not greatly admire it, and if I had not been enchanted with the London fashions. I felt half vexed at perceiving that he looked upon me as a stupid, country maid, that had no ideas beyond the fit of a gown, and as unable to appreciate his rare talent for conversation. Perhaps father thought the same, for he quickly replied, “Alice is more given to studying the shape and colour of other folk's minds than the shade and quality of her next new gown.”

Mr. Marten would have had me talk to him then; but after that measurement I was less disposed to converse than before. But Dolly was in a friendly mood; and if not acquainted with London life, has much good sense, which methinks is not over plentiful even in this great place. Our new acquaintance seemed to know nearly every person of consequence whom we met, to judge by the frequent doffing of his hat. The ladies smiled graciously upon him from their coaches, some waving their fans or kissing the tips of their embroidered gloves. Ralph says that Mr. Marten is not now received at Court, but that he is still a great favourite with the

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royal party, except the King and some of his warmest adherents. He knew all the Court news, and the gossip too, I fancy.

“There goes the Lady Ann Carr," said he, speaking of a lovely woman who had just returned his salutation. “ Last week she was betrothed to the Earl of Bedford. She is the daughter of that guilty Countess of Somerset. Lady Ann was born in the Tower, and to this day, I verily believe, does not know for what crime her father and mother were imprisoned. No one would have the cruelty to tell her, for a purer minded maiden never breathed. Ah! there is the Countess of Derby, a queenly dame; she distributes her smiles as if they were diamonds, and would confer lasting honour upon the receiver.

But she has a good heart, and is a warm and faithful friend; the King hasn't a braver or more devoted subject than Charlotte de Tremouïlle.” In this way he commented on his acquaintances, and often in such a manner that we could not but remember his words if we ever saw those persons again, or heard but tbeir names. At the gate father hired a coach to take us back to the “Blue Boar," Mr. Marten bidding us a fair ride, and taking his way

to Westminster. Two gentlemen met us at the door of the inn, who had been asking for Colonel Lister, and were just telling the servant they would come again before sundown. They were directly closeted in father's private room.

“Who can they be, Dolly ? ” said I, when we had waited some time for dinner.

“I can't divine,” replied she; we want Mr. Marten here to tell us their pedigree and draw us their characters. Their business is important to keep your father so long from his meat. Let us go out into the gallery and see the folks come in.”

“Nay; I must first appease my hunger by trying these cutlets," said I; so after proving them to be very palatable, we went and looked over into the yard below, where something is generally going forward, but at that particular time there was a drowsy lull in the house and yard. A stable-boy was sweeping the stones, and a man was washing the mire from a chariot that had come in this morn. ing, and two barmaids were standing at the taproom door talking to a soldier on horseback. As we were noticing their coarse, but pretty faces, and their coquettish airs, a quick sound of horses' feet rung through the archway, and a man rode at full speed into the yard. He reined in the animal so suddenly that it started back a moment, and then fell down headlong upon the stones. The man had leaped off as he drew rein, and so escaped injury; but he leaned breathless against the wall unable to utter a word. His entrance had startled the lazy servants into sudden activity; they gathered round the prostrate beast that lay gasping on the ground, covered

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with foam and dust, and beset his rider with questions. The latter soon recovered himself, and I heard him say something about Ireland, so we judged he had come from that country with letters for the Parliament. Without waiting even to quench his thirst, the messenger left his steed to be taken care of, and instantly disappeared. The poor horse died of fatigue, I believe, but we did not stay longer in the gallery, for I heard my father calling us. The strangers were taking their leave at last.

“ Where have you been, lasses ?” said father. “Mistress Dorothy Crowle, you have

, heard of Master Pym, and you, sir, will know Dorothy's worthy father by report. This is Alice, my only child.”

Mr. Pym, a grave gentleman, getting into years, stroked my cheek, and asked “if no roses grew near the Humber ? "

His friend, whom I afterwards learned was Mr. Hampden, said, “ There is a proverb here that all ill comes from the North,' but three specimens of Northern manhood and maidenhood may henceforth give that proverb the lie. You must teach these conceited London folks that as fair flowers grow in country gardens as in their hotbeds. This is not a pleasant time to see the city, ladies; there are such continual tumults and outbreaks amongst the people, and the Court is away at present.

“My daughter has been sick; we came more for change of air," said father, "than to see sights, and at no time is she much disposed for sports or junketings : nor is Dolly either.”

Well, Colonel, the troubles that have been gathering for the last few years are enough to stay all merry-makings,” replied Mr. Pym. “It is no use Christian men emigrating, or talking any longer of forbearance, and submission to the powers that be ; let them stay and help to build up the broken walls of the Constitution; it is time to awake and withstand those who would enslave our country and our souls too."

“There are many in our town that are of your opinion, Mr. Pym,” replied my father ; "and we are ready to uphold the Parliament at all hazards, as long as its members labour with single hearts for the good of the nation."

“ You have sent two honest men to our Assembly as your mouthpiece," said Mr. Hampden; “ you must support their resolutions, for Harry Vane has the foresight of a prophet; never fear to follow where he leads. Pym, the day is going, our friend knows our wishes, and we are wiser for his counsels.”

Father tells us that Mr. Hampden is going to Scotland with the commission appointed to attend the King; a rather unwelcome post, as the real intent is to watch his Majesty's proceedings, and those of certain disaffected noblemen beyond the Border. Ralph is a great admirer of Mr. Hampden, and says that even his greatest opponents speak less bitterly of him than any of his party. Nothing can exceed the courteousness of his manners, and in his countenance there is such a happy blending of strength and gentleness.

Aug. 17th.–To-day we went up the Thames, a most lovely sail. The barge was fitted up in elegant style, and Sir Harry had ordered a repast to be served to us while on the river.

It is reported privately that a rebellion has broken out in Ireland. Doubtless the man who rode into the yard the other day was the bringer of this news.

Sept. 9th.-The Parliament adjourned this day for a brief repose, to meet again next month. Father talks of returning to Hull, and Doliy and I say, “By all means ;” we are sighing for home and a quieter life than we lead here at the “Blue Boar." I shall also be free from Ralph's kindly-meant persecutions. He has recently entered the army, and cannot obtain leave of absence, for which I am not grieved. I hope we shall bid London good-bye next week, or the days will be so short that this journey will either be longer or more perilous than our last.

CHAPTER XV.-A LONG FAREWELL.
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute.”

-SHAKESPEARE. The house in High Street where Sir John Lister lived, and where King Charles I. slept and feasted, is still standing, and in good preservation, though more noticeable for its antiquity that for architectural beauty. It has a low, square tower in the centre, and until lately the rooms were very rich in carved woodwork.* The garden in front, where rank weeds now thrive unmolested, used to bloom with flowers in Dame Lister's reign, and no dwelling in Hull was better ordered than hers, and none so sumptuously furnished.

She sat spinning one morning in her parlour, soon after Alice's return from London, but the wheel was turning slowly, for all her attention was directed towards her son William, who stood beside her booted and spurred, playing with his riding whip.

Thou art going again very soon to Winestead,” said the dame. “Old Lady Hildyard must have taken thy fancy amazingly, Will, to make thee so anxious after her health!”

Will laughed, but he seemed embarrassed. “Why, mother, you don't suppose she is the guiding star to * In this century the mansion has become an object of increased interest, from its having been the residence-and, as some assert, the birthplace of William Wilberforce.

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Winestead? I thought you would have guessed before now that my visits were to Mistress Katherine. You want a daughter, and often wish that I would marry. You have nought against this maiden, have you, mother?

“Nay; Mistress Kate is as comely a lass as any I have seen, and a rare match for a son of mine; but I had other hopes, as thou knowest, and it is not easy to set another in her place.”

“Right well do I know, mother; and I may have been fool enough to have hoped myself; but 'tis useless now to lament over that."

“I don't see cause for calling thyself a fool, Will, having as fair a right as others to expect success—aye, and fairer. Why, thou art aiming higher now!”

Yes, in the world's view; but you and I see more than the world does. However, I do not mean to be miserable for life because I can't just have my own way. I find myself very happy in Kate Hildyard's company, and I am going to ask Sir Guy's leave to woo her. You will wish me good speed to-day, will you not, dear mother?”

“Is the maiden well disposed ?” asked the dame.

“I have no reason to think otherwise ; but I am resolved to know before this day is over.

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mother will find a place for her in her kind heart, may I not ?" asked Will, coaxingly,

Ι and laying his hand on her wheel.

“ Better leave the lady to find out the state of my heart herself; she shall not lack a welcome when she comes.”

Thank you, mother. Now I shall go with a bolder face, knowing that you wish well to my suit.”

He kissed the dame affectionately, and left her to her spinning.

The evening saw him riding back in triumph, for he had found Sir Guy and the lady both propitious.

Many people wondered greatly at the match, knowing the pride of the Hildyards, and Kate herself was surprised to feel her prejudices melting; but she had given her heart to Will Lister before she knew it, and being too noble ever to marry for aught but love, and having Ralph's full approval, she gave no thought to what folks might say or think. When asked, she frankly told her grandfather that she loved the young knight, and with his consent would accept his hand. The ever indulgent Sir Guy made no difficulty, if Kate was happy and Ralph looked with favour on her choice; these were considerations outweighing any amount of family pride and ambition. As soon as Kate had discovered something of her feelings for Will, she had made Ralph her confidant, reposing the same trust in him as had always been placed in herself. Of his sym. pathy she felt quite sure, but of his opinion she had felt doubtful

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