suppers, wich means their dinners over agin. After that they goes to a condyto-ri, (somethin' between a pastrycook's and a eatin'-house,) and there they drinks beer and punch, and passes their time werry agreeable, and eats a butterbrot made of calves' flesh,' or maybe a bit of raw ham, and then they smokes their way home to bed."

"A very intellectual life, truly; but I hope you were not prevented from enjoying yourselves."

"Why, for the matter o' that, we did contrive to do pretty well, wot with one thing and wot with another. The most curos part of the supper was their bringin' in a large plum-pudden with sweet sarse, afore we'd half done with the meat; and wether or no, you must have some, to please the gen'lm'n as hands it round, him as they calls the 'kellner. We shouldn't have minded eatin' of the pudden; but we was rayther vexed when we see roasts and stoos a-comin' in arterwards, and we jest fit to bust our weskit-buttons off. It put me in mind of what they doos at schools, to take away the boys' appetites. Howsever, it made no difference to the Jarmans; first or last was all the same to them."

"And had you the benefit of the music you spoke of as not being much to your taste?"

"I b'lieve we had, sir. I was jest a askin' the captin of the wessel, as sot next to me, why they called their taturs 'cast-offal,'* wen I heard sich a scream close at my back as made me think some of the Jarmans had made away with theirselves, wich you know, sir, they is a werry much in the habit of doing. I shies round, jest as one of my hosses might have done at the sight of a wheelbarrow, bottom uppards, and wot did I see but a gal a-playin' on the harp, and screechin' with all her might, and a old feller in a smock-frock a-workin' away at a base wial, as if he'd a sawed it in two. I assure you, sir, it gave me quite a turn. The captin larfed, and said it was quite reg'lar, and so we found it, and werry reg'lar we found, as we was obligated to pay for it. I says to the young lady when she came round with the plate, -(will you believe it, they calls a plate a 'teller!')- You don't make a noise, marm, for nothin'. I think she understood me, seeing I spoke as loud as I could; for she drops me a curtsey, and says, 'Swy gooty groshen,' which means, 'I'll trouble you for threepence.' Them 'ere words is in everybody's mouth in Han-o-ver. You go into any shop in the town, and ask 'em any question, and see if they don't say, 'Swy gooty groshen.'' How do you feel?' says one; Swy gooty groshen,' says the other; and it's the same with everything. Well, sir, as soon as dinner was over, we shakes hands with the captin, fust of all gettin' him to arsk where our bed-rooms wos, and up stairs we toddles into two double-bedded rooms, with paper winder-curtins and sandy floors. You've heerd tell, maybe, of Jarman beds?

You forget that I must have slept in one as lately as yourself." "Arsk your pardon, sir; but torkin' to you on board this 'ere Brittish wessel, I quite forgot as you've bin in Jarmany. Well, then, I needn't to tell you wot they is. Blest if ever I had a night's rest all the time I was in the country, not wot I calls a reg'lar good down

right snooze."

• Kartoffeln.

+ Our friend must allude here to the frequent question, “Wie fiel?"—" How much?" and the answer, "Zwey gute groschen," "Two good groschen (3d.),” the price of numerous small articles.

I thought of the unlucky "snooze" of the last night, but said nothing.

"Well, we turned in as well as we could atween the two featherbeds; and next mornin' wen we got up, we found 'at a gen❜lm'n had been a-askin' for us, wot proved to be one of the King's Jarman grooms, sent up to Harburg to help us along the road, pay the bills, and sich like. As this 'ere gen'lm'n spoke our langidge, we hadn't any more trouble except wot we wos obliged to in lookin' arter our hosses; so we had our freestick,' got the hosses out, and was off for Hanover, wich we got to in three days, over a piece of road as flat as a skittle-ground, and that for a hundred mile. But I see, sir, you're like me, you 've paid your devours to the brekfist, as the French say; so, with your leave, I'll tell you my adventures in Hanover by and by, if so be as you're inclined to hear more on 'em."

Assuring him how much it would gratify me to hear more of his observations on men and manners, I rose from the table, and we went on deck to see what progress the vessel had made.

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GUY FAWKES.

AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE.

BY W. HARRISON AINSWORTH, ESQ.

ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK.

BOOK THE THIRD.

CHAPTER III.

HUDDINGTON.

ABOUT Six o'clock in the morning the conspirators reached Leamington Priors, at that time an inconsiderable village, and having ridden nearly twenty miles over heavy and miry roads, for a good deal of rain had fallen in the night, they stood in need of some refreshment. Accordingly, they entered the first farm-yard they came to, and proceeding to the cow-houses and sheepfolds, turned out the animals within them, and fastening up their own steeds in their places, set before them whatever provender they could find. Those, and they were by far the greater number, who could not find better accommodation, fed their horses in the yard, which was strewn with trusses of hay, and great heaps of corn. The whole scene formed a curious picture. Here was one party driving away the sheep and cattle which were bleating and lowing-there, another rifling a henroost, and slaughtering its cackling inmates. On this hand, by the direction of Catesby, two stout horses were being harnessed with ropes to a cart, which he intended to use as a baggagewaggon: on that, Sir Everard Digby was interposing his authority to prevent the destruction of a fine porker.

Their horses fed, the next care of the conspirators was to obtain something for themselves, and, ordering the master of the house, who was terrified almost out of his senses, to open his doors, they entered the dwelling, and causing a fire to be lighted in the chief room, began to boil a large kettle of broth upon it, and to cook other provisions. Finding a good store of eatables in the larder, rations were served out to the band. Two casks of strong ale were likewise broached, and their contents distributed; and a small keg of strong waters being also discovered, disposed of in the same way.

it was

This, however, was the extent of the mischief done. All the conspirators, but chiefly Catesby and Sir Everard Digby, dispersed themselves amongst the band, and checked any disposition to plunder. The only articles taken away from the house were a couple of old rusty swords and a caliver. Catesby proposed to the farmer to join their expedition. But having now regained his courage, the sturdy churl obstinately refused to

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stir a foot with them, and even ventured to utter a wish that the enterprise might fail.

"I am a good Protestant, and a faithful subject of King James, and will never abet Popery and treason," he said.

This bold sally would have been answered by a bullet from one of the troopers if Catesby had not interfered.

"You shall do as you please, friend," he said, in a conciliatory tone. "We will not compel any man to act against his conscience, and we claim the same right ourselves. Will you join us, good fellows?" he added to two farming men, who were standing near their master.

"Must I confess to a priest ?" asked one of them.

"Certainly not," replied Catesby. "You shall have no constraint whatever put upon you. All I require is obedience to my commands in the field.”

"Then I am with you," replied the fellow.

"Thou'rt a traitor and rebel, Sam Morrell," cried the other hind, "and wilt come to a traitor's end. I will never fight against King James. And if I must take up arms, it shall be against his enemies, and in defence of our religion. No priests -no papistry for me."

"Well said, Hugh," cried his master; "we'll die in that cause, if need be."

Catesby turned angrily away, and giving the word to his men to prepare to set forth, in a few minutes all were in the saddle; but on inquiring for the new recruit, Sam Morrell, it was found he had disappeared. The cart was laden with arms, ammunition, and a few sacks of corn, and the line being formed, they commenced their march.

The morning was dark and misty, and all looked dull and dispiriting. The conspirators, however, were full of confidence, and their men, exhilarated and refreshed by their meal, appeared anxious for an opportunity of distinguishing themselves. Arrived within half a mile of Warwick, whence the lofty spire of the church of Saint Nicholas, the tower of Saint Mary's, and the ancient gates of this beautiful old town could just be discerned through the mist, a short consultation was held by the rebel leaders as to the expediency of attacking the castle, and carrying off the horses with which they had learnt its stables were filled.

Deciding upon making the attempt, their resolution was communicated to their followers, and received with loud acclamations. Catesby then put himself at the head of the band, and they all rode forward at a brisk pace. Crossing the bridge over the Avon, whence the castle burst upon them in all its grandeur and beauty, Catesby dashed forward to an embattled gate commanding the approach to the structure, and knocking furiously against it, a wicket was opened by an old porter, who started back on beholding the intruders. He would have closed the wicket, but Catesby was too quick for him, and springing from

his steed, dashed aside the feeble opposition of the old man, and unbarred the gate. Instantly mounting again, he galloped along a broad and winding path cut so deeply in the rock, that the mighty pile they were approaching was completely hidden from view. A few seconds, however, brought them to a point, from which its three towers reared themselves full before them. Another moment brought them to the edge of the moat, at this time crossed by a stone bridge, but then filled with water, and defended by a drawbridge.

As no attack like the present was apprehended, and as the owner of the castle, the celebrated Fulke Greville, afterwards Lord Brooke, to whom it had been recently granted by the reigning monarch, was then in the capital, the drawbridge was down, and though several retainers rushed forth on hearing the approach of so many horsemen, they were too late to raise it. Threatening these persons with destruction if any resistance was offered, Catesby passed through the great entrance, and rode into the court, where he drew up his band.

By this time, the whole of the inmates of the castle had collected on the ramparts, armed with calivers and partisans, and whatever weapons they could find, and though their force was utterly disproportioned to that of their opponents, they seemed disposed to give them battle. Paying no attention to them, Catesby proceeded to the stables, where he found upwards of twenty horses, which he exchanged for the worst and most jaded of his own, and was about to enter the castle in search of arms, when he was startled by hearing the alarm-bell rung. This was succeeded by the discharge of a culverin on the summit of the tower, named after the redoubted Guy, Earl of Warwick; and though the bell was instantly silenced, Rookwood, who had dislodged the party from the ramparts, brought word that the inhabitants of Warwick were assembling, that drums were beating at the gates, and that an attack might be speedily expected. Not desiring to hazard an engagement at this juncture, Catesby gave up the idea of ransacking the castle, and ordered his men to their horses.

Some delay, however, occurred before they could all be got together, and, meanwhile, the ringing of bells and other alarming sounds continued. At one time, it occurred to Catesby to attempt to maintain possession of the castle; but this design was overruled by the other conspirators, who represented to him the impracticability of the design. At length, the whole troop being assembled, they crossed the drawbridge, and speeded along the rocky path. Before the outer gate they found a large body of men, some on horseback, and some on foot, drawn up. These persons, however, struck with terror at their appearance, retreated, and allowed them a free passage.

On turning to cross the bridge, they found it occupied by a strong and well-armed body of men, headed by the Sheriff of