Of the brief Visit paid by Prince Rupert to the Countess
BOOK VII
THE STORMING OF BOLTON
How Bolton was assaulted; and how the Attack was repulsed
How Stephen Marsh offered to take Two Hundred Musketeers into the Town
What passed between Colonel Rigby and Rosworm
How Engracia and her Father escaped by the Subterranean Passage
The Second Assault, and the Massacre
How Standish met Rosworm for the last Time
How the Colours taken at Bolton were presented to the Countess
Again on the Eagle Tower
How Prince Rupert visited Lathom House
How a Banquet was given in the Great Hall, and a Bonfire lighted in the Court-yard
Of the Marriage that took place in the Chapel
The Siege of Liverpool
Death of Standish
BOOK VIII
SEVEN YEARS LATER
Bolton, October 16th, 1651
The Earl of Derby’s last Journey
The Headsman
A Tumult
The Block
Martyrdom
The Leaguer of Lathom
Volume I
BOOK THE FIRST
THE SIEGE OF MANCHESTER
I
A Presage of Ill
LATE one night, in the disastrous year 1642, soon after the commencement of the Civil War, as Lord Strange was alone in his closet at Knowsley Hall, reading a treatise by Cardan, blood fell suddenly upon the book. Being in a very melancholy frame of mind at the time, he was powerfully affected by the occurrence, and could not help regarding it as a presage of ill.
As soon as he had recovered his composure, he addressed a prayer to Heaven for the safety and welfare of the king, and his own preservation from sudden and violent death, and had not long risen from his knees, when a tap at the door was heard, and next moment, a grave-looking person-age, whose dress proclaimed him a divine, entered the closet.
This was Doctor Samuel Rutter, Archdeacon of Man, and Lord Strange’s domestic chaplain. He had been absent for some months, having duties to perform in the Isle of Man, and had only returned on that very evening. He had seen his noble patron on his arrival at Knowsley Hall, and thought him looking very unwell, but little passed between them at the time. After they had separated for the night, an unaccountable uneasiness came over him, and being unable to shake off the feeling, he repaired to his lordship’s study, being aware that he had not retired to rest, and was much relieved by finding him seated composedly in his chair.
“Now Heaven be praised that I find your lord-ship well!” exclaimed the archdeacon. “I have been much troubled concerning you, and could not seek my couch till I had satisfied my mind that you had not been seized by some sudden illness.”
Thanking him for his solicitude, Lord Strange said, “In truth, I have not been well, but am now somewhat better. Sit down, I pray you, my good friend. I shall be glad to have some converse with you.”
As Doctor Rutter placed his taper on the table, his eye fell upon the blood-stained book, and he uttered an exclamation of astonishment and horror.
“Has this just happened, my lord?” he asked.
“Scarce half an hour ago,” replied Lord Strange. “Shut the book, I pray you, and put it aside.”
Doctor Rutter obeyed, and remarked, as he sat down:
“This portent must not be disregarded, my lord. Be warned, I entreat you. Take no further part in the conflict between the king and the rebellious Parliament, but live in quiet and retirement till the struggle is over. I know my counsel will be unpalatable, but it is prompted by duty to your lord-ship. After the spectacle I have just beheld, I cannot hold my tongue. Be warned, I repeat. Advance not on this path of danger, or it may lead to your destruction. You may share the fate of Strafford.”
“It may be so,” replied Lord Strange; “but I shall go on. I would not desert the king at this juncture, even if I were certain that the direful consequences you predict would ensue.”
“I would your fidelity and devotion were better appreciated by his majesty, my lord. All the great efforts you have made for him appear to have been counteracted by his advisers, several of whom are evidently inimical to you.”