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fluences by which he was thus surrounded. As he pressed his way with some difficulty through the dense mob, he felt the colour rushing to his cheeks, and his heart throbbing as if it would leap from his bosom, while he almost unconsciously joined in the deafening huzzas of the people, and shouted with them till he was as hoarse as his neighbours, "Long live the Duke of Monmouth!-Long live the Protestant Prince!"

The object of this popular cry had for the present fixed his head-quarters at a public house, from the balcony of which he occasionally presented himself and bowed to the multitude, who saluted him in return with a stunning shout; which being successively re-echoed by those on the hill, by the troops around the harbour, and by other dispersed assemblages, made the whole welkin ring with lengthened and reiterated bursts of joy. Reuben drew a happy augury from this universal ardour in the good cause. If the sacred flame of liberty had kindled such a blaze in the first corner of the empire that it had touched, how should the tyrant quench it

when it came to be extended through the whole land? He accepted the appearances before him as an assured omen of ultimate success, and already congratulated himself upon the promptitude with which he had entitled himself to the honour of having contributed to that most glorious consummation.

Having with considerable difficulty forced his way through the crowd that beleagued the public-house, he inquired for Fludyer, whose name passed from mouth to mouth as if it had been familiar to all, but whose multifarious occupations, and the general confusion of the place, rendered him a personage exceedingly troublesome to find. After having dispatched various messengers in search of him, and waited above an hour for his appearance, he at length heard his voice, talking with his usual earnestness, as he shouldered himself into the porch of the house. His quick and restless eye soon discovered Reuben, whose hand he seized, as if to make sure of him when he should want him, while he continued for some time, with an undiminished volubility, issuing various orders

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respecting forage and provisions for the troops, a department which had been placed under his superintendence. A pause having at length ensued, rather from the want of persons to receive his orders, than from any exhaustion on the part of the speaker, he turned to Reuben, pressed his hand between both of his own, declared that he was overjoyed to see him, and proposed that he should immediately accompany stairs for the purpose of being introduced to the Duke. On entering the apartment he found the latter in eager, and as it appeared to Reuben in angry discussion with a little knot of gentlemen, part of whom were in different uniforms and wore the appearance of officers, while the rest were armed, but without any regular military equipments. Their conversation, whatever was its subject, ceased as they entered. He was introduced by Fludyer, who whispered in the Prince's ear for the sake

giving due value to his recruit, that he was the nephew and heir of Mr. Goldingham, a wealthy merchant, whose influence in the city might materially forward their views. His re

ception was of course flattering, for few or none of the better classes had yet flocked to the Protestant standard, as it was termed ; and Reuben knew not which most to admire, the singular beauty of the Prince's person, or the courteous elegance of his demeanour as he introduced him successively to Lord Grey, Sir Patrick Hume, and Mr. Fletcher of Salton, the principal persons of eminence who had accompanied him from Holland. It was easy to see, as the conversation was renewed, that the latter individual enjoyed the principal share of his confidence, a distinction well merited by one who united in his own person all the powers of the soldier, the orator, and the scholar.

Reuben presently discovered that the unanimity which pervaded the whole multitudinous mass without, and from which he had drawn such happy auguries, did not by any means extend to the small party before him. They were discussing the Prince's manifesto, a tedious, long-winded production, remarkable for nothing but the dull malignity with which it imputed the most atrocious and improbable

crimes to the King, and which Fletcher, a classical writer and a gentlemen, maintained to be derogatory to the Duke's honour, rather than to that of the monarch. It was vindicated by a man of the name of Ferguson, who had been the Prince's tutor, and was the real author of the scurrilous production in question; Fletcher was constitutionally cholerick; words ran high; both were brave, and each had placed his hand upon his sword, when the Duke interfered, and implored them not to sacrifice their common cause by individual brawls in this the very outset of their counsels. Good or bad, he observed, the manifesto had been issued; it was too late to recall it, and if errors had been committed, it was wiser to prevent their effects, if possible, than to upbraid their authors.— "Harkye, gentlemen," he exclaimed, smiling,

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"if we have any of us said amiss, let us all agree to eat our own words, and I will be the first to set the example; for, by St. George, we are little likely to find a better meal. Here is the whole country trooping to us by thousands, and we have neither rations to give them to

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