pendent looked at it until a smile passed transiently over his clouded brow. Whether he smiled to see the grim old cavalier employed in desecrating a religious house(an occupation much conforming to the practice of his own sect)-whether he smiled in contempt of the old painter's harsh and dry mode of working-or whether the sight of this remarkable portrait revived some other ideas, the under-keeper could not decide.

The smile passed away in an instant, as the soldier looked to the oriel windows. The recesses within them were raised a step or two from the wall. In one was placed a walnut-tree reading-desk, and a huge stuffed arm-chair, covered with Spanish leather. A little cabinet stood beside, with some of its shuttles and drawers open, displaying hawks-bells, dog-whistles, instruments for trimming a falcon's feathers, bridle-bits of various constructions, and other trifles connected with sylvan sport.

The other little recess was differently furnished. There lay some articles of needle-work on a small table, besides a lute, with a book having some airs pricked down in it, and a frame for working embroidery. Some tapestry was displayed around the recess, with more attention to ornament than was visible in the rest of the apartment; the arrangement of a few bow-pots, with such flowers as the fading season afforded, showed also the superintendence of female taste.

Tomkins cast an eye of careless regard upon these subjects of female occupation, then stepped into the farther window, and began to turn the leaves of a folio, which lay open on the reading-desk, apparently with some interest. Joceline, who had determined to watch his motions without interfering with them, was standing at some distance in dejected silence, when a door behind the tapestry suddenly opened, and a pretty village maid tripped out with a napkin in her hand, as if she had been about some household duty.

"How now, Sir Impudence?" she said to Joceline, in a smart tone; what do you here prowling about the apartments when the master is not at home?"

But instead of the answer which perhaps she expected, Joceline Joliffe cast a mournful glance towards the soldier in the oriel window, as if to make what he said fully intelligible, and replied with a dejected appearance and voice, "Alack, my pretty Phœbe, there come those here that have more right or might than any of us, and will use little ceremony in coming when they will, and staying while they please."

He darted another glance at Tomkins, who still seemed busy with the book before him, then sidled close to the astonished girl, who had continued looking alternately at the keeper and at the stranger, as if she had been unable to understand the words of the first, or to comprehend the meaning of the second being present.

Go," whispered Joliffe, approaching his mouth so near her cheek, that his breath waved the curls of her hair; go, my dearest Phoebe, trip it as fast as a fawn down to my lodge-I will soon be there, and-"

"Your lodge, indeed!" said Phœbe; you are very bold, for a poor killbuck that never frightened any thing before save a dun deer-Your lodge, indeed!—I am like to go there, I think."

"Hush, hush! Phœbe-here is no time for jesting. Down to my hut, I say, like a deer, for the knight and Mrs. Alice are both there, and I fear will not return hither again. All's naught, girl--and our evil days are come at last with a vengeance-we are fairly at bay and fairly hunted down."

"Can this be, Joceline?" said the poor girl, turning to the keeper with an expression of fright in her countenance, which she had hitherto averted in rural coquetry.

"As sure, my dearest Phoebe, as

"

The rest of the asseveration was lost in Phoebe's ear, so closely did the keeper's lips approach it; and if they approached so very near as to touch her cheek, grief, like impatience, hath its privileges, and poor Phoebe had enough of serious alarm to prevent her from demurring upon such a trifle.

But no trifle was the approach of Joceline's

lips to Phoebe's pretty though sun-burnt cheek, in the estimation of the Independent, who, a little before the object of Joceline's vigilance, had been in his turn the observer of the keeper's demeanour, so soon as the interview betwixt Phœbe and him had become so interesting. And when he remarked the closeness of Joceline's argument, he raised his voice to a pitch of harshness that would have rivalled that of a saw, and which at once made Joceline and Phoebe spring six feet apart each in contrary directions, and if Cupid was of the party, must have sent him out at the window like a wild-duck flying from a culverin. Instantly throwing himself into the attitude of a preacher and a reprover of vice, 'How now!' he exclaimed, 'shameless and impudent as you are!-What-chambering and wantoning in our very presence!-How-would you play your pranks before the steward of the Commissioners of the High Court of Parliament, as ye would in a booth at the fulsome fair, or amidst the trappings and tracings of a profane dancing-school, where the scoundrel minstrels make their ungodly weapons to squeak, 'Kiss and be kind, the fiddler's blind?'-But here, he said, dealing a perilious thump upon the volume'Here is the King and high priest of those vices and follies! Here is he, whom men of folly profanely call nature's miracle!-Here is he, whom princes chose for their cabinet-keeper, and whom maids of honour take for their bedfellow!-Here is the prime teacher of fine words, foppery and folly-Here!'-(dealing another thump upon the volume-and oh! revered of the Roxburghe, it was the first folio-beloved of the Bannatyne, it was Hemmings and Condel-it was the editio princeps)-'On thee,' he continued on thee, William Shakspeare, I charge whate'er of such lawless idleness and immodest folly hath defiled the land since thy day!'

By the mass, a heavy accusation,' said Joceline, the bold recklessness of whose temper could not be VOL. 1.-6

long overawed; 'Odds pitlikins, is our master's, old favourite, Will of Stratford, to answer for every buss. that has been snatched since James's time?-a perilous reckoning truly-but I wonder who is sponsible for what lads and lasses did before his day?'

'Scoff not,' said the soldier, lest I, being called thereto by the voice within me, do deal with thee as a scorner. Verily I say, that since the devil fell from Heaven, he never wanted agents on earth; yet nowhere hath he met with a wizard having such infinite power over men's souls as this pestilent fellow Shakspeare. Seeks a wife a foul example for adultery, here she shall find it-Would a man know how to train his fellow to be a murderer, here shall he find tutoring-Would a lady marry a heathen negro, she shall have chronicled example for it-Would any one scorn at his Maker, he shall be furnished with a jest in this book-Would he defy his brother in the flesh, he shall be accommodated with a challenge-Would you be drunk, Shakspeare will cheer you with a cup-Would you plunge in sensual pleasures, he will sooth you to indulgence, as with the lascivious sounds of a lute. This, I say, this book is the well-head and source of all those evils which have overrun the land like a torrent, making men scoffers, doubters, deniers, murderers, make-bates, and lovers of the winepot, haunting unclean places, and sitting long at the evening-wine. Away with him, away with him, men of England! to Tophet with his wicked book, and to the Vale of Hinnom with his accursed bones! Verily but that our march was hasty when we passed Stratford, in the year 1643, with Sir William Waller; but that our march was hasty—'

Because Prince Rupert was after you with his cavaliers,' muttered the incorrigible Joceline.

I say,' continued the zealous trooper, raising his voice and extending his arm- but that our march was by command hasty, and that we turned not aside

the

in our riding, closing our ranks each one upon other as becomes men of war, I had torn on that day the bones of that preceptor of vice and debauchery from the grave, and given them to the next dunghill. I would have made his memory a scoff and a hissing!' "That is the bitterest thing he has said yet,' observed the keeper. Poor Will would have liked the hissing worse than all the rest.'

'Will the gentleman say any more?' inquired Phobe in a whisper. Lack-a-day, he talks brave words, if one knew but what they meant. But it is a mercy our good knight did not see him ruffle the book at that rate-Mercy on us, there would certainly have been bloodshed.-But oh the father-see how he is twisting his face about!-Is he ill of the colic, think'st thou, Joceline? Or, may I offer him a glass of strong waters?'

'Hark thee hither, wench!' said the keeper, he is but loading his blunderbuss for another volley; and while he turns up his eyes, and twists about his face, and clenches his fist, and shuffles and tramples with his feet in that fashion, he is bound to take no notice of anything. I would be sworn to cut his purse, if he had one, from his side, without his feeling it.'

'La! Joceline,' said Phoebe, and if he abides here in this turn of times, I dare say the gentleman will be easily served.'

'Care not thou about that,' said Joliffe; but tell me softly and hastily, what is in the pantry?'

'Small house-keeping enough,' said Phoebe, a cold capon and some comfits, and the great standing venison pasty, with plenty of spice-a manchet or two besides, and that is all.'

'Well, it will serve for a pinch-wrap thy cloak round thy comely body get a basket and a brace of trenchers and towels, they are heinously impoverished down yonder-carry down the capon and the man