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keep their houses untidy, for many pretty youth, with fair, dim eyes, and not overpresents came from the castle to the thrifty much brains under his smooth pale forehousewife. They would sit out of the sun head. His long eager lips were too nervous under their trees with their sewing in their and full of feeling to keep safe company hands, and their children playing about with the simplicity of his eyes.
He was them, while their good men were absent at not like a man to do well with the world the castle, as it might be, or were busy in unless Fortune might choose to take him the sheds at the lower end of the yard. in her lap and make a pet of him. And
Thus it was that Sir John dwelt among this had seemed a likely chance; for For. his people like a feudal lord surrounded by tune is very fond of odd playthings. Yet 1 his retainers. Numbers of his tenants lived she could not have done better than take high above on the hills, or their dwellings Christopher on her knee; and this is the nestled in bloomy places between the young man of whom a story could be told. rocks, by the side of running streams, or To be the heroine of that story was Kathepeeping from behind_ shelter of rugged rine Archbold's liveliest excitement at this cliffs against the sea. There was no scarcity moment: and it must be said that she of anything about Camlough, neither of looked fit to be the heroine of the most human beings, nor of kine, nor of flocks, fascinating tale that ever was told, as she nor of birds, nor of deer and other wild sat against a hayrick, holding a bat crowned animals, nor of the produce of the earth. with poppies above her golden head.
It was midsummer time, and Katherine It ought to be a pleasant task to describe entertained a hay-making group, sitting Katherine Archbold. The description of a under a haycock in a meadow, telling them blonde beauty is always charming, and anecdotes of the neighbourhood, giving Katherine was a blonde of the most genuine ludicrous descriptions of the people, in- type. Her hair was of the purest and most cluding the miser of Tobereevil and the luminous sun-colour. When loosened, it dead monk who had lived at Monasterlea. fell round her like a cloak, silken in tex. It was the midsummer heat that specially ture, rippling and flossy, and descending reminded her of that strange, wild visit below her knees. When tied and pinned that she had once paid to the monastery, up in the order of fashion, it was found and she related the story for the amuse- woven into a massive crown of gold, which ment of her guests. She was aware that alone proclaimed her a queen by its glory this was a picturesque incident in her life, upon her head. Her features came as near and it charmed her to sketch herself as the to the old Greek model as features ever do centre of a picture. There was at least in these countries ; and her eyes were blue; one person by her side who was eager to the glamouring, light-receiving, forget-meswallow any morsel which her vanity not blue. The only thing you could find might throw him. It was scarcely likely fault with was the expression of her mouth ; that any young man should be many hours but not many people thought of it, as it at Camlough and not be written down in certainly did not mar the physical beauty the list of Katherine's suitors. It was still of her face. The mouth in itself was a less likely that he should be welcome there handsome one, but to a few observers there if he chose to keep his heart to himself. was a failure about it somehow. Through Katherine was a queen who would have all the many changes of the countenance it none around her bat her courtiers. In the was not found to be a mobile mouth. It present instance here was a willing if a could keep a hard secret well while the suffering captive, who had already graced eyes were declaring that this face was the many triumphs of his royal mistress. The most tell-tale face ever seen. Sometimes name of this unfortunate was Christopher a tinge of cruelty constrained it to be frank, Lee. He was not a wit, nor a genius, nor and to pain those worshippers who might handsome ; neither was he as yet a mil- be watching for its smiles. And unfortulionaire. Whether he ever should be the nately this cruelty was not the mischievous| latter or not, was a question at present ness of fun, but the cruelty of a will that in the balance. It seemed hanging upon would not suffer itself to be crossed. She the blowing of a straw. It all lay at was tall and robust, and stately in her the mercy of a woman's little humour; a carriage, and more costly as to her raiment yes or a no, a smile or a frown; for Chris- than a princess. topher was one of those headlong people “I wish I had seen that old monk,” said who will stake the whole world upon a die. Christopher, rolling his pale eyes with
a large, light-haired, long-faced enthusiasm. “But for him," he added to
Katherine, “ you might not be in the world; truth came out at last. He had invited a and what would my life have been then ?" young friend to pay a visit to his daughter
. he asked, blankly, as he looked this new “Not the old lady from Monasterlea, I idea in the face.
hope ?” said Katherine, without a frown. “You are a fool,” said Katherine, em- No," said the father, laughing, because phatically, but in the softest whisper. relieved of his secret. “Not the old lady,
Christopher gazed up at her and blinked only the little girl.” with delight. He accepted her accusation, Katherine hesitated to smile, but afterand enraptured himself over the idea of wards smiled brightly. The recollection his folly. It was true that he had staked of little May was very pleasant to her
. everything on her caprice, but he dreamed There never had been a lover on her list that all goodness and happiness were to be who had admired her more frankly than included in the reward of his venture. In | little May. the end that was soon to come his foolish- - It was rather premature of you to ness must be found equal to the most give an invitation," said Lady Archbold, cautious wisdom. This is what she had who had not seen Katherine's smile." The hinted in her more serious moods, and who girl was a nice child enough when we saw would dare insinuate that she was untrue ? her; but, brought up in the wilderness as
“A ridiculous little mummy of a man,” she has been, the chances are that she is went on Katherine.
uncouth and uneducated.”' “Who is dead, however," interrupted Katherine rather liked this suggestion. her father, very gently. Come, Kate, we “Whether or not,” she said, imperiously, are not going to laugh at dead men.” we are going to have her here."
Miss Archbold bowed her head, and "Certainly, my darling, if you wish it," frowned under the shelter of her hat, and her ladyship said, hurriedly. And then seeexerted severe control over her temper, ing that Mrs. Lee looked strangely at her, while she tore up some fresh roses with she drew away that lady to stroll with her sudden fury in her fingers.
under some distant trees; and to explain “ That is how I am afraid you will tear by the way how generous and hospitable up my heart,” said simple Christopher, her dear Katherine was, and what a lively trying to make a joke. But a flash from attachment she had always cherished to a her eyes made him quail as he spoke, stupid little girl whom she had not seen while the next moment he was blinded by for years. Sir John also made a thankful a shower of rent rose-leaves.
escape, being relieved of his confession, and "Oh, you fool, you fool !" murmured having regained his peace of mind. Katherine, who had seen his fright, and When the elders had gone, Katherine who had melted again as suddenly as she stood up, yawned a little, threw herself had flamed. Christopher was himself again, back against the haycock, and remained for that musical murmur of a curious pet reclining there, as if lazily enjoying her name was the very signal and watchword life, and the sunshine, and every soft inof his delight. And he was right in ex- fluence of the moment. She gazed towards pecting that she would now be very good the clouds, the hills, the trees, the lawns, to him, for she dropped him one sweet and then slowly brought her word after another, while she picked up her topher's passionate gaze, which was bent flowers and pretended to put them to rights upon her full all the time. Then she smiled again ; as if sorry for the destruction she in his eyes, just as if she had been a truehad made.
hearted woman who had pledged her love, Mrs. 'Lee sighed as she looked at the and was not ashamed of its being seen. picture of the beautiful young woman Katherine, Katherine !" cried Christositting smiling in the hay, and the be- pher, as if in bodily pain, “why will you witched young man at her feet. Mrs. Lee love to torture me? Why will you not was a troubled-looking woman, with large speak out at once? When will brown eyes, and very odd manners. This me? When will you promise to be my son of hers was like to break her heart. wife ?"
Sir John stood a little aloof from the She took his outstretched hand tenderly group, and had evidently at this moment in her own, and patted it soothingly with got something on his mind. He had done a her jewelled fingers. good-natured thing and was nervous about “Poor little Christopher !" she said
, confessing it. He was not master of his “poor dear Christopher! why will you castle which people envied him. But the not be patient ?"
eyes to Chris
“ Because I love you!" broke out the arose out of the spurious Popish Plot. This poor youth; "I love you-bitterly!” And entirely imaginary conspiracy, which led to he fairly burst into tears.
the persecution and death of many innocent "I do not like bitter love," said Kathe- men, came to light on the 12th of August, rine, coldly, letting fall his hand.
1678. As the king was strolling in the Christopher dashed off his tears, and park, one Kirby, a chemist, accosted him, turned aside with an impulse of sullen and said : “Sire, keep within the company. shame.
Your enemies have a design upon your life, “ It is hard to know how to please,” he and you may be shot in this very walk.” said, “ when one's heart is breaking: The intrusive chemist, then gaining the ear
“ Breaking, is it?” said Katherine, of the swarthy king, assured him that the lightly
“Oh no, don't let it be so foolish. Jesuits had hired two men, named Grove Come, now, you need not look so sad. and Pickering, to shoot him with silver Why should we hurry over the pleasant bullets, and Sir George Wakeman, the part of life? There is no reason for haste, queen's physician, to poison him. Doctor is there?"
Tongue, a restless London divine, who had “ There is reason for haste," said Chris- written violently against the Jesuits, had topher, vehemently.
been Kirby's informant. Tongue had been · Nay, now, what is it?" said Katherine, warned by a man who had thrust papers staring at him.
with the intelligence under his door. The But Christopher's unruliness was over mysterious Protestant turned out to be the for the present.
He had blushed crimson, afterwards notorious Titus Oates, the son and had nothing more to say. He folded of an Anabaptist preacher, who had taken his long arms, and gazed doggedly on the orders, and had received a small living ground.
from the Duke of Norfolk. Indicted for Come, now, you are sulky!” said Ka- perjury, Oates became a naval chaplain, but therine.
“Cannot you be good-tempered ? had been dismissed with disgrace.' He had And I was just going to offer you a treat." then turned Catholic, and entered the Jesuit
A treat ?" echoed Christopher, without college at St. Omer, whence he had been raising his eyes.
ignominiously expelled. Before the Lord “Yes, a treat." She laid her hand Treasurer and Sir Edmundbury Godfrey, coaxingly on his arm. " Are you quite too a celebrated anti-Roman Catholic justice, ill-humoured to ride with me to-morrow?" these fanatical meddlers and wretches in
“ Not quite," replied Christopher, un- vented and repeated a myriad lies. Four bending
Irish ruffians had been hired to stab the “In that case, I am going to Monas- king at Windsor, and Sir George Waketerlea,” said Katherine.
man, for poisoning Charles, was to receive " To Monasterlea?” said Christopher, fifteen thousand pounds. For killing the
king, Grove was to receive fifteen thousand “Yes; to unearth a young woman out pounds, and Pickering, a less avaricious of the ruins."
murderer, thirty thousand masses. Twenty And Katherine laughed gaily; expecting thousand London Roman Catholics were to a new excitement in the meek-eyed worship rise on an appointed day, massacre all the which little May was going to give her.
Protestants, and burn London a second time. Scotland and Ireland were to rise,
and two hundred thousand pounds and CHRONICLES OF LONDON
forty thousand “ black bills” had been proSTREETS.
vided for the latter revolt. All the Irish FLEET-STREET (THE WEST END). Protestants were to be massacred; while, PERHAPS no part of London has ever been according to that brazen liar Oates, eighty more illuminated by flares of torches or Jesuit hirelings had expended seven hunblazes of squibs than the Temple Bar end dred fire-balls in burning London in 1666, of Fleet-street.
when they had stolen in the confusion It was to that attenuated figure of Queen fourteen thousand pounds' worth of proElizabeth in the south-east niche that the perty. If the Duke of York did not conraging Protestants of Charles the Second's sent to the utter extirpation of the Proreign made their fanatical pilgrimages, at testant religion, “then to pot James must the dictation of that clever sedition-monger go," was the Jesuits' decision. The plotters, Lord Shaftesbury. These dangerous pro
as Oates declared, had a secret jargon of cessions of an angry and turbulent mob their own. Fire-balls were called " Tewkesbury mustard pills,” containing a notable ried on a bier to its grave at St. Martin'sbiting sauce. The king was to eat no more in-the-Fields, preceded by seventy-two ProChristmas pies. If Charles would not testant divines, and followed by a thousand turn R. C., he was no longer to be C. R. persons of distinction, while at the funcAmong other doomed victims were Burnet, ral sermon two stalwart rectors mounted the historian, and the celebrated contro- the pulpit, and stood on either side of the versialist, Stillingfleet. Père la Chaise, the preacher, lest he should be murdered by confessor of Louis the Fourteenth, had the Papists before the very eyes of the sent ten thousand pounds for the king's congregation. As for Oates, he was lodged assassin, a Spaniard was ready with the in Whitehall, protected, guarded, and same handsome reward, and a Benedictine cheered by a pension of twelve hundred prior had promised six thousand pounds. pounds a year. But the mob was too These detestable falsehoods were eagerly much alarmed not to be cruel. The myriad swallowed by a multitude whom Charles's heads of the Hydra thirsted for blood. French alliance had driven insane with Coleman, Father Leland, Grove, and Pickersuspicion. Two months later, on the ing were all hung, and Poole, Green, and 17th of October, the supposed murder of Berry, suspected of Godfrey's murder, Sir Edmundbury Godfrey, whose body followed them to death. The Duke of was found in a ditch a little north of York retired to Brassels. The Duke of Primrose Hill, produced a fresh popular Monmouth grow more and more popular paroxysm. The justice had really committed and dangerous, and his legitimacy was now suicide, but it was supposed that he had asserted. In the full furnace-heat of this been murdered by two men of the Queen's madness, Shaftesbury and his partisans Chapel at Somerset House. A Captain brought in their famous bill for the total Bedloe, a man still more infamous, if pos- exclusion of the Duke of York from the sible, than even Oates, now presented him. crown of England and Ireland, and the self. He was known to be a thief and Lower House passed this bill by a majority swindler. This base rascal, careless whom of seventy-nine. he sent to Tyburn or to Tower Hill, swore The street processions organised by point-blank to Godfrey's murder by the Shaftesbury to drive away the Duke of queen's Popish servants. Finding the York and scare Charles, were on a gigantic populace eager for fresh lies, he asserted scale, and appealed strongly to the excited that ten thousand men from Flanders people. First came : were to be landed in Bridlington Bay, 1. Six whifflers (men to clear the way) and pushed on at once, in order to seize in pioneers' caps and red waistcoats. Hull. French forces from Brest were 2. A bellman ringing his bell and consimultaneously to surprise Jersey and tinually crying with "a dolesome voice," Guernsey. In Radnorshire, Lords Powis “Remember Justice Godfrey." and Peters were also to form an army, 3. An effigy representing the unfortunate aided by twenty thousand pilgrims sent justice as he was found near Primrose Hill, from Spain to Milford Haven. Forty in a decent black habit, white gloves, the thousand Catholics, supplied with money cravat with which it was supposed he was by Lord Stafford, Lord Carrington, Lord strangled, white gloves, and large spots of Brudenel
, and Coleman, the ex-secretary of blood on his wrists, breast, and shirt, the Duchess of York, were to be posted at rode upon a white horse, held up by a the alehouse doors in London, in readiness, fictitious murderer who rode behind him, when the signal of rising was given, to in the way it was presumed the corpse was murder the soldiers as they hurried out of carried from Somerset House. their quarters. Bedloe himself, for various 4. A priest in a surplice and cope em. murders, had been promised four thousand broidered with skulls, cross-bones, and pounds, a commission from Lord Bellasis, skeletons. He gave away pardons very and a benediction from the pope. No won- lavishly to all who promised to murder der that the alarmed City instantly chained Protestants, acts which he loudly proup its gates, and that the foolish City claimed to be meritorious. chamberlain declared that, but for these 5. A priest bearing a great silver cross. precautions, “all true Protestants would 6. Four Carmelite friars in black and rise some morning with their throats cut.” white robes. Shaftesbury and other plotters took good 7. Four Greyfriars. care to keep the popular frenzy up to blood 8. Six Jesuits with bloody daggers. heat. The dead body of Godfrey was car- 9. “Four wind musicks,” called the
waits, playing all the way-loud and bra- huge bonfire was built up at the Inner zen enough, no doubt, were the four wind Temple Gate to entertain the spectators, and musicks.
his holiness, after “some compliments and 10. Four bishops in parple, with lawn reluctances," was toppled into the flames, sleeves, golden crosses on their breasts, and the devil, who till then accompanied him crosses in their hands.
as his faithful adviser, laughing as he 11. Four other bishops“ in their ponti- shifted down from his chair, and left the ficalibus ;” that is, surplices, rich em- pontiff to his fate. That same memorable broidered
copes, and golden mitres. evening there were bonfires in most of the 12. Six flaunting cardinals in scarlet other chief streets of London, the people robes and broad red hats.
shouting round them, “Let Popery perish, 13. The pope's chief physician with and Papists, with their plots and counterJesuits' powder (Peruvian bark), and many plots, be for ever confounded.” It was grotesque and unmentionable badges of his these processions that led the contemptuous office.
and classical Tories to invent the word 14. Two more priests in surplices, bear. mob, “mobile vulgus," and it was about ing golden crosses.
this time the nicknames Whig (sour whey) Then came the pope himself in a scarlet and Tory (Irish rebel) were first used in chair of state, embroidered with golden bells political warfare. and crosses.
His holiness's feet were on Even in Swift's time the processions a cushion, and a boy in a surplice sat on continued; and one especial one, in which each side of him, holding a white silk ban- Addison was supposed to be mixed up, ner painted with red crosses and “ bloody was violently stopped by the Tory governconsecrated daggers.” The pope was ar- ment, who caused the wax figures to be rayed in a rich scarlet gown lined with seized in Drury-lane. In Wilkes's time ermine, and daubed with gold and silver the mob again came trooping to Temple lace. He wore his triple tiara and a triple Bar to burn a jack-boot, in ridicule of the gilt collar of sham jewels, beads, and Agnus obnoxious Lord Bute. Dei, and prominently above the rest Saint The celebrated Devil Tavern, in the Peter's potent keys. At the pope's back reign of King James the First, stood in tripped and whispered the devil, waving the close, now Child's-place, No. 2, Fleeta blazing torch, urging his holiness aloud street, built by Child the eminent banker to murder the king, forge a pretended next the Bar, in 1788. Ben Jonson's imPresbyterian plot, and fire the City again. mortal Apollo Club, where the wittiest and The pope was followed by a body-gnard of wisest of England so often met, has conone hundred and fifty torches, followed secrated this place for ever. The Apollo by several thousand volunteer flambeaux- Club, established by the rugged friend of bearers, and a fellow whom Roger North Shakespeare, held its merry meetings in a describes, who, with a stentorophonic tube room of the Devil Tavern. The Apollo (a speaking-trumpet), kept remorselessly room, a large and handsome one, and furbellowing "Abhorrers! Abhorrers !" (the nished with a gallery for music, was in later name given by the Whigs to the enemies times frequently used for balls, and here, of the Exclusion Bill). Last of all came an in 1775, Doctor Kenrick gave his lectures obsequious, time-serving, civil gentleman, on Shakespeare. Over the door of the room, who was meant to represent either Sir Roger where so much canary had been tossed off, l'Estrange (a Tory journalist and pamphle- and where so many wise and brilliant men teer in the pay of Louis the Fourteenth) or had laughed away the midnight, was a slab, the Duke of York. "Taking all in good still preserved, with the following roysterpart, he went on his way to the fire." ing verses, written in gold letters on a black
The whole way, say contemporaneous ground. They were probably from the pen writers, the balconies, windows, and roofs of Ben Jonson, or that jovial Devonshire were covered with shouting multitudes, parson,
Herrick: expressing their abhorrence of Popery, and
Welcome all who lead or follow the Whigs and Tories fought with volleys To the oracle of Apollo. of squibs. The procession moved on in Here he speaks out of his pottle, slow and solemn state, till after some hours
Or his tripos, his tower botile ;
All his answers are divine, it reached Temple Bar, where the houses were turned into actual mountains of cla
Hang up all the poor hop drinkers,
Cries old Tim the king of thinkers; morous human beings.
He the half of life abuses,
Truth itself doth flow in wine.