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should demand or essay entrance. He looked through the grating down an avenue skirted by majestic oaks, which led onward with a gentle curve, as if into the depths of some ample and ancient forest. The wicket of the large iron gate being left unwittingly open, the soldier was tempted to enter, yet with some hesitation, as he that intrudes upon ground which he conjectures may be prohibited--indeed his manner showed more reverence for the scene than could have been expected from his condition and character. He slackened his stately and consequential pace, and at length stood still, and looked around him.

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Not far from the gate, he saw rising from the trees one or two ancient and venerable turrets, bearing each its own vane of rare device glittering in the autumn These indicated the ancient hunting seat, or Lodge, as it was called, which had, since the time of Henry II., been occasionally the residence of the English monarchs, when it pleased them to visit the woods of Oxford, which then'so abounded with game, that, according to old Fuller, huntsmen and falconers were nowhere better pleased. The situation which the Lodge occupied was a piece of flat ground, now planted with sycamores, not far from the entrance to that magnificent spot where the spectator first stops to gaze upon Blenheim, to think of Marlborough's victories, and to applaud or criticise the cumbrous magnificence of Vanbrugh's style.

There too paused our military preacher, but with other thoughts, and for other purpose, than to admire the scene around him. It was not long afterwards when he beheld two persons, a male and a female, approaching slowly, and so deeply engaged in their own conversation, that they did not raise their eyes to observe that there stood a stranger in the path before them. The soldier took advantage of their state of abstraction, and, desirous at once to watch their motions, and avoid their observation, he glided beneath one of the huge trees which skirted the path, and

whose boughs, sweeping the ground on every side, insured him against discovery, unless in case of an actual search.

In the meantime, the gentleman and lady continued to advance, directing their course to a rustic seat, which still enjoyed the sun-beams, and was placed adjacent to the tree where the stranger was concealed.

The man was elderly, yet seemed bent more by sorrow and infirmity, than by the weight of years. He wore a mourning cloak, over a dress of the same melancholy colour, cut in that picturesque form, which Vandyke has rendered immortal. But although the dress was handsome, it was put on and worn with a carelessness which showed the mind of the wearer ill at ease. His aged, yet still handsome countenance, had the same air of consequence which distinguished his dress and his gait. A striking part of his appearance was a long white beard, which descended far over the breast of his slashed doublet, and looked singular from its contrast in colour with his habit.

The young lady, by whom this venerable gentleman seemed to be in some degree supported as they walked arm in arm, was a slight and sylph-like form, with a person so delicately made, and so beautiful in countenance, that it seemed the earth on which she walked was too grossly massive a support for a creature so aerial. But mortal beauty must share human sorrows. The eyes of the beautiful being showed tokens of tears; her colour was lightened as she listened to her aged companion; and it was plain, from his melancholy yet displeased look, that the conversation was as distressing to himself as to her. When they sate down on the bench we have mentioned, the gentleman's discourse could be distinctly overheard by the eves-dropping soldier, but the answers of the young lady reached his ear rather less distinctly.

"It is not to be endured," said the old man, passionately; "it would stir up a paralytic wretch to start up a soldier. My people have been thinned, I

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grant you, or have fallen off from me in these times -I owe them no grudge for it, poor knaves; what should they do when the pantry has no bread and the buttery no ale? But we have still about us some rugged foresters of the old Woodstock breed-old as myself most of them-what of that? old wood seldom warps in the wetting; I will hold out the old house, and it will not be the first time that I have held it against ten times the strength that we hear of now." "Alas! my dear father," said the young lady, in a tone which seemed to intimate his proposal of defence to be altogether desperate.

"And why, alas ?" said the gentleman angrily; "is it because I shut my door on a score or two of these blood-thirsty hypocrites?"

"But their masters can as easily send a regiment or an army, if they will," replied the lady; "and what good would your present defence do, excepting to exasperate them to your utter destruction?"

"Be it so, Alice," replied her father; "I have lived my time, and beyond it. I have outlived the kindest and most prince-like of masters. What do I do on the earth since the dismal thirtieth of January? The parricide of that day was a signal to all true servants of Charles Stuart to avenge his death, or die as soon after as they could find a worthy opportunity."

"Do not speak thus, sir," said Alice Lee; "it does not become your gravity and your worth to throw away that life which may yet be of service to your king and country,-it will not and cannot always be thus. England will not long endure the rulers which these bad times have assigned her. In the meanwhile-[here a few words escaped the listener's ears]-and beware of that impatience which makes bad worse.'

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"Worse?" exclaimed the impatient old man, "What can be worse? Is it not at the worst already? Will not these people expel us from the only shelter we have left-dilapidate what remains of royal pro

perty under my charge-make the palace of princes into a den of thieves, and then wipe their mouths and thank God, as if they had done an alms deed?"

"Still," said his daughter, "there is hope behind, and I trust the King is ere this out of their reachWe have reason to think well of my brother Albert's safety."

"Ay, Albert! there again," said the old man, in a tone of reproach; " had it not been for thy entreaties I had gone to Worcester myself; but I must needs lie here like a worthless hound when the hunt is up, when who knows what service I might have shown? An old man's head is sometimes useful when his arm is but little worth. But you and Albert were so desirous that he should go alone-and now, who can say

what has become of him?"

"Nay, nay, father," said Alice;" we have good hope that Albert escaped from that fatal day; young Abney saw him a mile from the field."

"Young Abney lied, I believe," said the father, in the same humour of contradiction. "Young Abney's tongue seems quicker than his hands, but far slower than his horse's heels when he leaves the roundheads behind him. I would rather Albert's dead body were laid between Charles and Cromwell than hear he fled, as early as young Abney."

"My dearest father," said the young lady, weeping as she spoke, "what can I say to comfort you

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"Comfort me, sayst thou, girl? I am sick of comfort an honourable death, with the ruins of Woodstock for my monument, were the only comfort to old Henry Lee. Yes, by the memory of my father! I will make good the Lodge against these rebellious robbers."

"Yet be ruled, dearest father," said the maiden, "and submit to that which we cannot gainsay. My uncle Everard

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Here the old man caught at her unfinished words. "Thy uncle Everard, wench!-Well, get on.-What of thy precious and loving uncle Everard?"

"Nothing, sir," she said, "if the subject displeases

you."

"Displeases me?" he replied, "why should it displease me? or, if it did, why should'st thou, or any one, affect to care about it? What is it that hath happened of late years-what is it can be thought to happen that astrologer can guess at, which can give pleasure to us?”

"Fate," she replied, "may have in store the joyful restoration of our banished prince."

"Too late for my time, Alice," said the knight; "if there be such a white page in the heavenly book, it will not be turned until long after my day. But I see thou would'st escape me.-In a word, what of thy uncle Everard?"

"Nay, sir," said Alice, "God knows I would rather be silent for ever, than speak what might, as you would take it, add to your present distemperature."

"Distemperature !" said her father; "Oh, thou art a sweet-lipped physician, and would'st, I warrant me, drop nought but sweet balm, and honey, and oil, on my distemperature-if that is the phrase for an old man's ailment when he is well nigh heart-broken. Once more, what of thy uncle Everard?"

His last words were uttered in a high and peevish tone of voice; and Alice Lee answered her father in a trembling and submissive tone.

"I only meant to say, sir, that I am well assured that my uncle Everard, when we quit this place” "That is to say, when we are kicked out of it by crop-eared canting villains like himself. But on with thy bountiful uncle-what will he do?-will he give us the remains of his worshipful and economical house-keeping, the fragments of a thrice sacked capon twice a week, and a plentiful. fast on the other five days? Will he give us beds beside his half-starved nags, and put them under a short allowance of straw, that his sister's husband-that I should have called

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