you would readily admit, were I to relate all that has occurred. But, let us be jolly, my Killegrews, and look forward to better times."

"But," replied Killegrew, in a screeching female voice," but your honor, you gave me a bad sixpence," singing, " And all such regercide rogues as they,

"Ought to be hanged upon Tyburn tree," added Harry Killegrew, gruffly, "yes, you and the other two noble cavalliers." When Ingoldsby, Barlowe, and Walker, actually staring with surprise, and the greater part of the company, who had heard the curious duetto, in their way to the tavern, discovering in the two frolick some brothers, the identical ballad singers, who had disguised themselves, for the occasion; the whole party burst into shouts of huzzaing and laughter, and every bottle, glass, and even the punch bowl, danced upon the table in the madness of the moment, such was the joyous confusion. "Church and King-huz

za-a-a."

"Forward, my nobles," exclaimed the Killegrews, "this is all as it should be, round-heads and cavalliers, all loyal,-loyal by the Lord.

Church and King! my boys! he's every inch a king-huzza! God save King Charles!" When the courtier, Thomas Killegrew, in a stentorian voice, and with glorious spirit, struck

off:

"O have you been to Breda* my boys,

O have you been to Breda ?

Have you seen the King?

Who's up

The song was cut short by the sudden appearance of Caleb Johnson, and Ludovico Fer

* BREDA, in the Netherlands, the place where King Charles assembled his faithful little court in 1660, and where his letter to the lord mayor, aldermen, and citizens of London was dated, April 10, wherein he expressed his satisfaction at all the steps which had been recently taken by the city for his restoration. On the receipt of this letter, the city gave the messenger 300l., and deputed fourteen of the common council to proceed immediately to Holland, with a present of ten thousand pounds to his majesty, and to assure him of their fidelity and most cheerful submission; and that they placed all their felicity and future prosperity in his royal grace and protection.

rabosco, who in great consternation, appealed to the chairman to break up the meeting, saying, "Gentlemen, that troublesome old Master Prynne, with a posse of preachers has got possession of my bar, and threaten God's heavy judgments on myself, and all my house. house. Pray what are we to do, gentlemen-In the name of mercy what are we to do? My wife is frightened out of her wits." "And mine," said Ferabosco, ruefully, "is gone into fits. She dreads the sight of him, ever since he had our sign pulled down, knocked to pieces, and burnt before the door, by the headborough of Eton."

"Prynne! what, that sanctified, cynical, old codger?" exclaimed Tom Killegrew. "What say you, my hearties, let us have them in, and make them all royally drunk.”

"Here's a pretty blow up!" said Tom D'Urfey, who now staggered in. "Here's your glo-glorious saint work, all the fat in the fire, my nobles.

nobles. Here's my two jolly vintners-hic -with an extent-an extent in the premises, at the suit of the Lord, gentlemen, and old lopeared Prynne; pleader for the holy prosecution-hic-please to hand me a glass of that

good liquor, for, if there is any faith in these holy -hic-cursers and revilers, you take me, d-d another cork will ever be drawn at the Devil, You may shut up shop my worthy vintners, the wine trade is all a dead letter again: for if ever I heard such direful de-denun-denunciations against drinking, may I be crucified; nailed like a goat's foot to Johnson's cellar door. And as for cork-screws, you see gentlemen, they will henceforth be of no mortal use. No-no more than a farthing rushlight to old John Milton, there, the blind brother poet of Clerkenwell. Hey! there's no standing all this, my worthies. Why, there is our two pretty hostesses, all the roses-hic-roses fled from their blooming cheeks, and as white as a tavern chalk. Is it not gospel, you two shavers, you two honest vintners? why, hey! what! why my noble Caleb, why what's the matter?-hic. D'ye think I won't stand by you, my boy? D'ye think you shall go begging for bail? Not a bit of it. I'm the man that will be answerable for your appearance before the king himself ;—hic—-give surety for ten thousand, and more, if that won't satisfy the rogues."

"Let us beat up their quarters," said In

goldsby, rising from his seat, when Tom D'Urfey, officiously seizing two candles, exclaimed, "I'll light you, my boy, to blow up the enemy's camp," though the house in every hole and corner was illuminated almost as bright as day.

Away went Ingoldsby, followed by the whole group to storm the bar, who, first appeasing the terror of the two hostesses, opened upon the preaching barrister, and his obtrusive friends, by a counter-mine, played off in the nasal twang of these righteous ones.

The hall was filled, and the stairs were covered by the cavaliers, who having been informed by the drawers in attendance of the gospel visit of these intruders, had left their respective tables to witness what might occur, being, like Davenant's guests, ripe for any frolic.

"This house has long been noted as the receptacle of sin, yea it beareth record of levity, riot, and all carnal abominations,' said Prynne. "Here Sathan, the Prince of Darkness, setteth up his light, turning night into day, and the Leges Conviviales of this devoted house, were the lawless rule of the mockers, and scorners,