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What shall we do with this bauble? here, take it away.

course; but you are a juggler, and have not so much as common honesty. The Lord deliver me from Sir Harry Vane!"

13. And, amidst the general confusion, as the members passed out before him, he flung nicknames in the face of each. "Some of you are drunkards!" he said, pointing to Mr. Challoner; "some of you are adulterers!" and he looked at Sir Peter Wentworth; "some of you are corrupt, unjust persons!" and he glanced at Whitelocke and others.

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14. He went up to the table on which the mace lay, which was carried before the Speaker, and called to the soldiers, "What shall we do with this bauble? here, take it away.' frequently repeated: "It is you that have forced me to this, for I have sought the Lord night and day, that He would rather slay me than put me upon the doing of this work.'

15. Alderman Allen told him, "that it was not yet gone so far, but all things might be restored again; and that if the soldiers were commanded out of the House, and the mace returned, the public affairs might go on in their course.' Cromwell rejected this advice, and called Allen to account for some hundred thousand pounds which, as treasurer of the army, he had embezzled.

16. Allen replied, "that it was well known that it had not been his fault that his account was not made up long since; that he had often - tendered it to the House, and that he asked no

favour from any man in that matter." Cromwell ordered him to be arrested, and he was led off by the soldiers.

17. On the following day, the 21st of April, this announcement appeared in the Mercurius Politicus, which had become Cromwell's journal:

"The Lord-General delivered yesterday in Parliament divers reasons wherefore a present period should be put to the sitting of this Parliament, and it was accordingly done, the Speaker and the members all departing. The grounds of which proceedings will, it is probable, be shortly made public."

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To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas ! 2 the clarion's note is high;

To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas! the big drum makes reply:

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Ere this hath Lucas marched with his gallant

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And the bray of Rupert's trumpet grows fainter on our ears,

To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas ! White Guy 5 is at the door,

And the vulture whets his beak o'er the field of Marston Moor.

Up rose the Lady Alice from her brief and broken prayer,

And she brought a silken standard down the narrow turret stair.

Oh, many were the tears that those radiant eyes had shed,

As she worked the bright word "Glory" in the gay and glancing thread;

And mournful was the smile that o'er those beauteous features ran,

As she said, "It is your lady's gift; unfurl it in the van."

"It shall flutter, noble wench, where the best and boldest ride,

Through the steel-clad files of Skippon® and the black dragoons of Pride;"

The recreant soul of Fairfax' will feel a sicklier qualm,

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And the rebel lips of Oliver give out a louder psalm,

When they see my lady's gew-gaw' flaunt proudly on their wing,

And hear her loyal soldiers shout, 'For God and for the king!""

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