one Master Hales, an heir of great hope and expectation, and, after, under the command of George Lord Goring, Earl of Norwich. The Earl of Holland, whom he had cherished in his bosome, and who unworthily deserted him in the first beginning of his troubles (repenting, when it was too late, of his great disloyalties), began to raise some small forces in the county of Surrey. Langhern, Poyer, and Powel, who before had served under the pay of the Houses, seized on some strong towns and castles in South Wales, and declared against them; the castle of Pomfret was surprised by stratagem, and kept by them who had surprised it, for his Majesty's service. And, finally, the Marquesse of Hamilton (not long before created Duke Hamilton of Arran), having raised a strong army of Scots, confederated himself with Sir Marmaduke Langdale, and Sir Thomas Glenham, and others of the King's party, in the north, and having garrisoned the towns of Berwick and Carlisle, passed into England with his forces, under colour of restoring the King to his crown and liberty. But these eruptions in both kingdomes, though they might give his Majesty some hopes of a better condition, yet did they not take him off from looking seriously into himself, and taking into consideration those things which had formerly passed him, and which might seem most to have provoked God's displeasure against him. Now as the King thus armed himself against all future events, in the middle of those hopes and expectations; so the Houses of Parliament were not wanting to themselves in their care and diligence to destroy those hopes, and make those expectations fruitless and of no effect. The storm thus breaking out on all sides, Lieutenant-General Cromwel with some part of the army is ordered to march into Wales, where he reduced such towns and castles as had before been manned against them; the three chief captains, above named, yielding themselves upon the hopes of that mercy which they never tasted. This done, he hasteneth towards the Scots, whom he found in Lancashire, discomfits them, takes all their foot, with their cannon, arms, and ammunition. The Duke, with his horse, which had escaped out of the fight, were so closely followed by the diligence of the pursuers, that most of his horse being slain or taken, himself was sent prisoner to London. Following his blow, Cromwel bestows a visit on Scotland, suppresses all those in that kingdome, who stood in any way suspected of the crime of loyalty, the towns of Berwick and Carlisle being delivered into his hands without blows or bloodshed. In the mean time, some troops of the other part of the army scatter the weak forces of the Earl of Holland, who, flying towards the north, is taken at St. Neots, in the county of Huntingdon, and sent prisoner unto London also. The Kentish, being either scattered, or forced over the Thames, put themselves into the town of Colchester, where they are besieged by Sir Thomas Fairfax, with his part of the army. The issue of which siege was, that after some extremities endured by the besieged, the place was yielded upon composition; the townsmen to be safe from plunder; the soldiers and their commanders to yield themselves prisoners absolutely without any conditions. The principal of these were Lord Capel, Sir Charles Lucas, and Sir George Lisle, all of them of approved valour and fidelity: of which the two last were shot upon the place; the first was reserved for the scaffold, on which he looked death in the face with as much magnanimity, as Hamilton and Holland (who suffered at the same time with him) entertained it with a poorness and dejection of spirit. The mariners growing discontented that Prince Rupert was appointed to be their Admiral, instead of Lord Willoughby, of Parham, by whom they desired to be commanded, fell off, with many of their ships, and returned again to their old Admiral, the Earl of Warwick: by the withdrawing of which ships he was rendered the less able to do any thing considerable on the sea, and landing with some forces near Deal castle in Kent, sped not so fortunately as his friends had hoped and he expected. (To be continued.) A LITTLE HURLY-BURLY. (From Wine and Walnuts.) It was my great uncle Zachary who took me to view the grand preparations in this magnificent structure.* That year my father thought me old enough to take my leave of school-youngsters were not so long at their books then, as in these later days: whether for the better or the worse, the future alone can determine. But may heaven continue to make all things work together for the good. This epoch of my life I well remember, and could point out on what particular spot each worthy, who now stands before my "mind's eye," then stood on the boards of Westmin ster-Hall. The Court of King's Bench, and that of Common Pleas, at the south end, were then removed, as they have been on this occasion. There, upon the raised platform, we stood, and there (I cannot but smile at the recollection of these gay souls) I listened to the frolics of some of the club at old Slaughter's, and others— all waggish connoisseurs. * Westminster-Hall. Oram,* Tilley Kettle,† and some others, artists, long almost forgotten, had been employed in touching up their designs for the triumphal arches, under which Squire Dymoke was to make his grand entry, from the north gate, into the hall. The architecture was well conceived, and the allegories painted with spirit, and in bold relief. Hogarth and Hayman, with others, accompanied my great uncle. These distinguished painters, together with Monsieur Roquet, the enamel painter, had been speaking very warmly in praise of the work. Oram, the principal conductor, he who subsequently painted part of the staircase at Buckingham-House, was touchy and rather vain of his talents, and apt to fancy that all were envious but himself. On perceiving this group of clever fellows upon the dias at the other end, he bid the carpenters be quiet, and bawled out, the whole length of the building, " Well, gentlemen, brother brushes, how do you like the effect?-Do you think it will tell its own tale?" Roquet, who delighted in a bit of humour, held up his finger, and whispered, "Hist! let us have the little dust vif him, and give him von genteel raps of his knuckles, for his too much of vanities. Oh! mon Dieu! it is good for to put him in the passion, and he will valk all the way since the bottom of the halls till the top, to abuse us every one.' "Tell its tale!" said Frank Hayman, 66 yes, it will tell well enough to those who carry a spy glass. Pray inform us," bawling till the hall echoed, "pray tell us what does it mean?" Oram, already entangled in the snare, angrily returned, "It will tell to those who have eyes;" murmuring in a lower voice, "none so blind as those who won't see." raising his tone again, he demanded, "What is your opinion, Mister Hogarth; every one knows you are not prejudiced?" "Humph!" said Garrick, "he is p-g down your back, Willy." "Send me your spectacles," vociferated Hogarth, "and I will let you know." Baugh! baugh!" said Oram, " the fools are mocking me," and as he proceeded with his work, brushing away with great dispatch, he grumbled loud enough for Frank to discover what he uttered. Frank had quick ears, in allusion to which, Garrick once said at the club, "The listening looby can 66 Then *Oram was much employed in the decoration of noble houses, at the time when it was eustomary to paint staircases, halls, and the panels over chimneypieces. Tilley Kettle, a member of the Academy in St. Martin's-lane, where Hogarth studied the human figure. Kettle was famed for painting Mahomed, Ali Cawn, Nabob of Arcot, and his five sons. He died near Aleppo. Monsieur Roquet. A facetious friend of Hogarth, who published a description of his humourous works, in French, originally written for the Marshal Belleisle, when prisoner in England. Roquet wrote upon the state of the arts in England, and on English manners and customs. His literary works are scarce, and his enamel pictures are more so. 66 "Hark!" said Frank, he says that you hear the grass grow." and I are envious curs, come here to snarl at his reputation !" "God help me!" said Hogarth; and feeling disposed to proceed with the joke, he called out " Stand aside, Oram-I perceive now! the light is full upon it!" Well," cried Oram, rubbing his hands," and how does it strike ?" "Oh! it is marvellously striking," said the mischievous satirist; "it strikes us all on a heap. Stop!" for Oram was proceeding up the steps again to work, indignant ; stop, Oram, it strikes me that the castle is too little for the elephant; and it strikes us all that his legs straddle woundedly too wide; and where is his proboscis?" Hogarth, ever ready with his talents at travestie, had converted the columns of the piers into the legs of the huge animal, the arch for the space between, and the frieze with the emblems for the castle and warriors. "And it strikes us," added Hogarth, "that we ought to see his tail." Here the party burst into laughter. "Just as I did forsee me," said Roquet," here he comes, by Gar!-Marbleu! like the royal challenger himself, riding the furies, and the devil may he take up, and run away with the gauntlet." Oram ascended, puffing with rage," What elephant-what castle do you mean?" Hayman laughed. "I'll warrant me," said Oram," if your proboscis (Frank had a right noble nose) was stuck up at the other end, it might be seen without a spyglass." Why attack me, man?" said Frank, "it was Hogarth there who looked for the elephant's beak." "He!" said Oram, every body knows he has got no nose at all." The two painters unconsciously felt their noses. Hogarth certainly had none to spare. 66 66 66 Why Mistare Orams! Mistare Orams!" said Roquet, permit me, if you please (bowing very low at the same time) to ask if you have not got no nose yourself?" Me, sir!" said Oram, "what do you mean?" Why, if you had the nose at all, you might have smelled with your nose the little good humoured joke of our friendly partee, who have praise your picture to the skies, that shall make you blush, if I tell you all the compliment. But, no! Mistare Orams, you alway are more furious as von dindon, vat you call turkey cocks, and do not know his kind friend from his enemies. Ha ha! Mistare Orams, I am glad to bring you all this way to ask you how you do, Mistare Orams, and to have the pleasure to tell you, your picture is very pretty, Mistare Orams, very brilliante, and very much admire by all the connoisseur around." Oram cordially shook all their hands, bowed at their approbation, and took the party into an adjoining room, to his friend, the king's cook, where we had refreshments, and among other rarities, a cut of the first sir-loin that had been cooked upon a coronation spit. We drank their Majesties' healths in glorious old hock. "Who would desire a better friend," said Davy Garrick, " than the King's master cook ?”* EPITAPHS. Village poets mix the grave and the gay in such equal proportions, that the mind is often equipoised between grief and joy. In a late excursion into the country, says a meditator amongst the tombs, I was very much amused in my visit to the churchyards. I really think, that if the force of humour continues to be exerted, a churchyard will deserve to be ranked among our places of public amusement. The following selection will justify this observation : LINSTED, KENT. On James Ferguson, merchant adventurer. To lasting store, exempt from worms and dust. ELTHAM, KENT. I am only gone a little while before, TONG, KENT. Dear soul! she suddenly was snatched away, We here on earth do fade as do the flowers; She was alive, and well, and dead, within three hours. * A friend of mine, who is a great see-er of sights, was gratified by a similar treat recently, in one of the rooms fitted up for Mr. Villment, his Majesty's esquire cook. All the spits were new, and this was the first that had been used. |