his son, and took him with them. The prisoner came up as we were taking the son out of the house; and we then marched on to Wheatcroft's, at Buckland Hollow. The Prisoner knocked at the door with the but end of his gun; and we brought from there three men and a gun, and a stack paring knife, with which they armed me: it is a scythe blade put into a stick about a yard long. We then went again to Pentridge-lane-end, and joined the other party. The Prisoner then ordered us to fall into ranks three deep; part of the musket men before, or in front; the pike men in the middle, and the others in the rear ; then we marched towards Pentridge; we halted against Storer's, and they brought Storer and put him into the ranks; then we marched again to Pentridge, and I saw George Weightman, as we were going out of Pentridge, ride past on William Booth's poney; he seemed to bave some serious conversation with Brandreth; I had some conversation with William Ludlam, and asked him which of Mrs. Hepworth's men was shot, and he replied, 'Robert Walters;' I asked him whether he was sure he was shot dead or only wounded; he said 'nay, he was shot dead, for he saw him lying on the kitchen floor, just after the Captain had shot; from thence we marched to Butterley, or towards Ripley; when we got to Ripley we halted, and gave three huzzas; then we marched along the Nottingham-road, towards Codnor, and took some refreshment at the Glass House there; we all went into the house; there I saw Isaac Ludlam standing guard in the rain at the door; it rained very hard; John Bacon made a speech, the purport of his speech was, that Government had robbed and plundered them of all that ever they had; this was the last shift they ever could make, they either must fight or starve. I saw Samuel Hunt and Manchester Turner come up, apparently with forty or fifty men, which they said they had collected; when we marched off we were joined by a large party from Swanwick; there were about sixty or seventy of them; we marched along the road towards Langley-mill; we were halted at Mr. Raynor's, where I saw William Turner go first into the house; he called

Brandreth, and Brandreth said to young Raynor, ‘damn you, if you you do not turn out we will shoot you;' they took a servant, a gun, and a pitching fork from Raynor's; in our way to Langley-mill, we met a man with five cows, whom we took; and we met at Langley-mill, George Weightman; Brandreth and Weightman stood together a little from the men, and after some time he said to the men as he rode by, all is right my lads, you have nothing to do but to march on, they have bombarded Nottingham at two this morning, and it is given up to them;' they picked up some men about Langley, and we marched forwards towards Eastwood; as we approached Eastwood, I had some conversation with James Barnes; he said they were going to Nottingham; that they had fixed a fresh government at Nottingham, and were going thither to defend it; it will soon be all over, for by a letter I saw yesterday, the keys of the Tower would be given up to the Hampden Club party, if they were not already; he said, 'I have never sat down five minutes at once since four o'clock yesterday morning; I have been providing guns, pikes, and ammunition;' in the course of the conversation, Barnes said they were going to stay at Nottingham till other counties came into their measures; at Eastwood, the men appeared again disordered, and Brandreth the Captain, the Prisoner, ordered them again into ranks; I turned out of the ranks and stood at some distance, and the Prisoner came to me and ordered me into the ranks again; I said 'I will not go in again for you or any other man;' he came up to me, cocked the gun, and said if I did not go in again immediately he would shoot me in a moment. I stepped up to him with the knife (which he had described before) in my hand, held it over his neck, and said if he offered to level his gun at me I would hack his head off; he turned off from me and I walked off down the turnpike road, as if towards Langley-mill; when I was about fifty or sixty yards off heard a cry of' do not shoot,' I turned round and saw Brandreth with a gun on his shoulder pointing to me, and at the same time I saw a man of the

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name of Thomas Turner take hold of him and turn the gun off, I saw John Hill there and several persons whom he mentions; John Hill had a gun, James Taylor had a gun, and the other two Taylors had each spikes-I made my escape:" he says, "at Codnor there were two hundred men or more, besides that in going back I saw several other parties proceeding on the same line of march towards Nottingham, the first party I met might be about fifty: I saw another party near Langley-mill of about sixty or seventy, and I turned out of the road in order to avoid them."

Upon cross-examination, he says "Barnes was of the Swanwick party, and came with them to Codnor, that was the first time I saw him; when Barnes spoke to me the Prisoner was there, but not near enough to hear what was said"-that is not at all important, Gentlemen-they were both of them upon the same purpose, and what one said goes as strongly to affect the other as if the other had said it himself.

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William Booth says, "I live at Pentridge-lane-end→→→ on Monday night the 8th of June, I was taken from my house by the captain and others"--he looks at the Prisoner and says "I have no doubt at all he is the man they called captain-I saw George Weightman on a poney-the captain told him to go on that horse to the Forest, and to bring tidings to them at Langley-mill."

Then George Goodwin is called to you; he is one of the managers of the Butterley Iron-works-he says, "we had, before Monday the 9th of June, many of our men sworn in as special constables-about a hundred of them the neighbourhood was in a very disturbed state”—he says "I brought my men together on the night of the 9th of June, and I kept them at Ripley till day-light in the morning-in the course of the night I heard guns fired, horns blowing, shouts and different noises throughout the night at a distance—the first shot I heard was about twelve o'clock-we had seen lights and heard noises before in the villages-it appeared as if there was something very unasual going on-I apprehended that our works would be

attacked when day-light came"-this being in June," the greater part of my men went home, the others, twelve or thirteen, stayed at the works-those armed with guns went home, the other twelve or thirteen, who were armed with pikes, remained-the people with pikes came down with Mr. Jessop and me to the works to deposit the pikes in safety-we had left a small body at the works under the care of Mr. Wragg, to protect the works, and we found them there their number was eight or ten, therefore our guard was about thirty men when I arrived there-it rained hard all night-soon after the men had got down to the works and deposited their pikes in the office, about a quarter past three, I observed a person riding past on horseback-it was George Weightman, mounted on Mr. Booth's horse-George Weightman is the son of the woman who keeps the White Horse, she is sister to Thomas and John Bacon-George Weightman was riding on the road towards Nottingham-I called to him to stop, but he looked over his shoulder at me and rode on- we felt convinced then that they were coming, we saw a body of men approaching, at the distance of about a hundred or a hundred and fifty yards, on the road from Pentridge to Butterley, there were about a hundred men, they were drawn up in regular order, two a-breast, armed, some of them with guns, some with spikes, some of them had no arms, but those who had no arms were the fewer part-the greatest number had arms-they were marching like soldiers in close order-we ordered our men to retire to the office and defend themselves there-they were coming in military array, marching like soldiers in close orderwhen they came up to us they were marching with the Prisoner at their head as captain; when they came to the door of the Foundry Brandreth gave them the word, halt, to the right face, front,' and they did so-the Prisoner had a gun in his hand, a pistol in a belt like an apron, twisted round; the men formed a sort of curved line opposite the gate, the Prisoner knocked at the gates with the but end of his gun; I asked him, 'what do you want, what is your object here,' he said, 'we want your men ;' I said, 'you shall

not have one of them, you are too many already, unless you were going for a better purpose; disperse, depend upon it the laws will be too strong for you, you go with halters round your necks, you will be all hanged'-the Prisoner made no reply to this; I then observed in the ranks some persons whom I knew; Isaac Ludlam the elder, he was armed with a spear; James Taylor, a nephew of Isaac Ludlam's, he was armed with a gun; Isaac Moore, he was. armed with a fork; they were all three together in the front rank-I said to Isaac Ludlam, 'Good God, Isaac, what are you doing upon such a business, you have got a halter about your neck, go home;' I took him by the shoulder and pushed him towards the office-I told him if he had any regard to his family or country to go home, I was then in the ranks close to him, he might have taken refuge in our office at that time-he said, I am as bad as I can be, I cannot go back, I must go on; he was exceedingly agitated when I talked to him, and neither of the three took refuge in our office, but others who were there did; Mr. Hugh Booth and Mr. William Booth's servant, and a Turner of Pentridge-lane-end got into the office, and I sheltered them-after a short pause, and looking at each other, the Prisoner gave the word, march,' and they marched on towards Ripley; they went first over the coke hearth and then came back again, and finally went towards Ripley; shortly after they were gone I observed another body of men, amounting to forty or fifty; they did not come so near as the office; some time after they were gone I saw William Weightman, George's brother, on horseback, another man of the name of Taylor.was with him, the brother of Weightman's wife; they were going towards Nottingham, he followed in the same line that the others had gone, but he went a more direct way to Nottingham I pushed out and took hold of his bridle and stopped him, I said, 'you are going to join those fellows ;' he admitted he was going to join them, and said if I would let him go back he would go home and not go near themhe resisted at first, saying that I had no right to stop him on the highway; he turned his horse's head, and when he

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