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Like a cat by the fire on a rainy day, rubbing my cheeks for want of work, eh, Will? No, lad; there's been too much staying at home of late, to our shame and harm, so in default of better opportunity, I'll take this. Will Coriton. 'Tis

very honourable, but by no means so wise; however it 's lost labour to persuade a man whose mind is made up. I'll be back in a few minutes to go into the fight with you.


SCENE XIII.-Chalgrove Field. RUPERT and his men drawn up in order of battle. Enter a company of horse with HAMPDEN and Will CORITON

leading Shouts of " A Rupert, a Rupert! The Parliament,

the Parliament!Hampden.

Gentlemen, we are just in time; close ranks,
And let us on them, yonder where they're thickest,
Straight as the arrow whizzes to the mark.
(They charge, and just as they reach the enemy HAMPDEN is

shot in the shoulder, and drops upon his horse's neck.)
Will, I am wounded; go on without me;
Forward, my men, close ranks, and cut them down !

(Exit HAMPDEN, riding slowly off the field.)

SCENE XIV.-The chamber of a house in Thame.

HAMPDEN lying on a bed. Enter DR. SPURSTOW.

My friend, good morrow; here, you see, at last,
Old Death and I are meeting ; have you news ?

How sped the battle ?

It was indecisive, And Rupert held his way back into Oxford.

Had the Lord General made more expedition,
It would have been a sure and deadly blow

To the king's cause.

Ay, slow, slow, slow; my friend,
And good men's lives are lost, and fire and sword
Waste the fair fields of England. Who were killed

In this affair at Chalgrove?

Some thirty men,
With Major Gunter, and Lord Sheffield's brother,

And William Coriton.
Alas! another of


Whose cheery English heart hath beat its last.
Where are thy quips and sallies? Where's the love
Brimful of mirth and smiles ? Thy kindly eyes
Shall ne'er see daylight more; on many a face
The shade shall deeper grow for want of thee
To make the heart's load lighter, and to shake
The hollow ribs of care in frolic wrestle.

(Enter Dr. Giles.)
Welcome, good sir; my foot is on the stile,
Which from the hard and beaten road of life
Leads to my Father's fields, and as the sun goes down,
Shine one by one the lights of my dear home

Eternal in the heavens.
Dr. Giles.

My dear friend,
I am right glad to find your heart so true,
And step so firm to tread the vale of death.

Have you much pain ?

Yes, I am full of pain,
Each breath is painful; but ’twill soon be past,

And I shall grasp the hands and see the eyes
Of those my dear ones dead, and in their midst
Kneel at the feet and look into the face

Of my beloved Master, King, and Lord.
Dr. Spurstow.

Thank God for Christian love and hope and faith,
Which make death easy. In such hours as these
What terms of earth can estimate aright
The reverential life that 's based on Christ,

Which conquers pain with peace, and wins us bliss ?

Reverence, ay; it is a gracious word !
Reverence for God, for home, for father's hopes,
And mother's prayers; for wife and wifely love ;
Reverence for God's rights in us, in our life,
Our thoughts, our love, our time; thus keeping pure
God's image in us from each filthy taint
Or of the flesh or spirit. Better this
For our wrung England than the fancied good
Of my loved Vane's republic; his bright age
Would fade and dwindle 'neath Christ's happier age
Which is in store for England; through the gulfs of time
Its beams bring gladness to my dying eyes,
I have not toiled in vain ; though centuries roll
And storms enow may beat upon her shore
Before that dawn arise, that sacred dawn
Bright with the sun of justice, life, and love ;
But it shall come with all victorious peace,
And mercy to the poor. Farewell, my friends,
Death's hand is on my brow, my eyes grow dim.
Bid Grainger as he loves me bear my charge
Unto the Parliament; give my love to Cromwell,
Bid him be strong and quit him like a man,
And lift my England out of this dark pit
Of wretchedness and war.

(He turns slowly towards the wall and prays.) O Lord God of Hosts, great is Thy mercy, just and holy are Thy dealings unto us sinful men. Save me, O Lord, if it be Thy good will, from the jaws of death. Pardon my manifold transgressions. O Lord, save my bleeding country. Have these realms in Thy special keeping. Confound and level in the dust those who would rob the people of their liberty and lawful prerogative. Let the king see his error, and turn the hearts of his wicked counsellors from the malice and wickedness of their designs. Lord Jesus, receive my soul! O Lord, save my country. O Lord, be merciful to ...

(Falls back in the bed and dies.) Dr. Giles.

Thank God, his pains are over !

Few men have had a sharper fight with death.
Dr. Spurstow (addressing the body).

Thou sorely tried with suffering, art at rest,
And England's loss is thy eternal gain.
Farewell, beloved spirit! in thy saintly life,
And contest for the right, thou art henceforth,
And evermore, the Englishman's example.



ADVERTISEMENT. AFTER the Bible and our English story the most delightful study that I know of is the domestic life of Rome. Of all the moderns, we are most akin to the masters of the old world, I think, in the deep places of the national soul, but our destiny hitherto has been luckier than theirs. Our national life had opportunity to develop itself, and the sincerity of Norse paganism found wider scope in a religion of abiding truth and mercy, while the old Roman sincerity and religion was debased by the luxury, and poisoned by the gods of Greece. Christianity came too late to save Rome, the glowing spirit which had fed her magnificent energy was materialized and cold, the fire of Italian life was dead in Sabine farm and on Latin hearth, and the Empire broke up in ruin, before the young nations of the North, who carried on their lips and in their hearts the sacred name of home.

Italian home-life gave Rome soldiers like Spurius Ligustinus, and the four noble centurions of holy writ, and children who in her best days did not fear “to be obedient unto death.” Had her sons kept all the eternal laws, as they kept the Fourth Commandment, she would have remained for ever. All her greatness, her glory, her wide extended empire and her military renown were based upon the domestic virtues of her

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