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gentleman the Earl loved, and one or two townsfolk fall. Repulfed, his hat shot thorough, his followers fast escaping him, my Lord, with a few which never would or could forfake him, now turned afide to Queenhithe, and there, getting boats, returned home.

Gorges had let the Council loofe. Matters look fadly. Certain papers my Lord caft in the fire. They shall tell no tales. Now for defence. Fortify the house. There is no lack of obedience, nor fpirit, nor wit.

Prefently befiegeth the house, to landward the Lord Admiral placing many Lords and others, with forces of horfe and foot. Himfelf, with others on the Thames fide, fiegeth the garden. He ordereth an affault. The trumpet fummoneth to yield. "To whom?" cried Southampton from the battlements. "To our Adverfaries? that

were to run upon our ruin! To the Queen? that were to confefs ourselves guilty!"

Then was there parley about " hostages," which was disallowed; and one might hear the dire word "rebels " fall from the Lord Admiral's lips. But the ladies might withdraw, he faid.

Now my Lord changeth his mind! Barricadoed house,

planted culverin, and manned walls, thefe were the conceit of one hour for the next a desperate fally, that they might cut out their way, and fo by Highgate fly to the north, or farther!

"The ftouteft counfels are the safeft," quoth old Lord Sandys. ""Tis more honourable for noblemen to die fighting than by the Axe."

But Effex, wavering in mind, began anon to think of yielding; fignifying that upon certain terms he would come in. The Lord Admiral refufeth all conditions. The Earl faith humbly he would liefer take than give conditions!

Then did the Earl of Effex and all his complotters fall upon their knees, delivering up their fwords, and yielding to her Majesty.

'Twas about ten o'clock at night, and a foul night as any at that season, the bridge unpaffable by water. Wherefore to his Grace the Archbishop's house at Lambheith were committed my Lord and the Earl his friend; whom, when the good Prelate faw in fuch plight, he was very forrowful indeed. As for the others, into public prifons were they incontinently caft; her Grace would have stillness and order just now.

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"Go thou, and, like an executioner,

Cut off the heads of too fast-growing sprays,
That look too lofty in our Commonwealth.
All must be even in our Government."

KING RICHARD II. act III. fc. IV.

HAT awful memories hang over Westminster!
As you land at Whitehall Stairs, that old

Palace on your left, where her Grace at this

feafon lieth, will it not tell you of your youthful days, when Leicester, Hatton, poor Arundel, nay, my dear Lord the Earl of Effex, were, by turns, the particular ftar of the young virgin Queen, her Court-her playful ôô, Lyddes and Robin Redbreaft? To your right, away down apiece, looming in the distance, that holy pile, the Abbey Church of S. Peter, it wanteth but a feemly tower to match

it with the grandeft. Do you not care that all the mighty Kings of England have there been crowned; ay, and for that matter, many there lie buried? Lo! the beautiful wrought Apfe, the Lady Chapel, first architecture of the Tudor, almost the last specimen of the Gothic style; for, in truth, that House crushed the Gothic arch altogether -and other Freedoms befide! Her late Majesty sleepeth therein, under a plain stone, as yet no tablet written. 'Tis a hard thing for her fister, being a Proteftant, to write a hopeful epitaph for the Rome-unctioned Mary!

There be fome curious monuments of royalty and genius in that Abbey. There they lie, fide by fide; and there the kindred ashes of the Poet and of his Patron co-mingle! A little way beyond, hither and thither, you shall find a few scattered Chambers of the Old Palace, which the Lancaftrian princes loved-that Jerufalem in which the Fourth Harry was fo pleased to die. Then the worn cloisters; but you like not to hear of the Monks, though fome wife ones paced these paths whilolm!

Here is the Great Hall-you had passed it i' the dark. Hath the time been when this was not? Mysterious erection! That immense space; that wide-stretched roof!

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Kings have banqueted here; and here horfes have been ftabled. Parliaments have been turbulently holden here; and here as rudely broken up. Here Stephen tyrannised. Here aids were given to John. Peer hath fat on Peer in honourable judgment, and the Sovereign hath suborned his own viceregent. Indifferent juftice hath issued hence, time out of mind. Millions of wealth have changed hands, and generations of untrue decrees wrenched even hope from miferable fuitors; while corruption, or the paltry quirks of law, have faved from righteous punishment unnumbered packs of criminous perfons. Five or fix centuries of law and litigation! Five or fix centuries of trials, pleas, fentences from breaches of the foreft laws in Rufus's time, outlawries of the earlier Henries, down to the present hour -your foreftallers and regrators, tavern-haunters and masterless men-if how much good, what a mass of violence, and falfehood, and dishonesty hath been perpetrated here! Clofe the door on't, a God's name! But enter and seek a standing, for 'tis getting clear, and anon the Court will fit.

There is already a throng; 'twill ask some shoveing and elbowing to reach the upper end, where a space hath been

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