that the dispersed forces should be concentrated. When his last public duties were performed, he calmly prepared himself to die. He was attended by a clergyman of the Church of England, with whom he had lived in habits of intimacy, and by the chaplain of the Buckingham Green-coats, Dr. Spurton, whom Baxter describes as a famous and excellent divine.

6. A short time before his death the sacrament was administered to him. He declared that, though he disliked the government of the Church of England, he yet agreed with that Church as to all essential matters of doctrine. His intellect remained unclouded. When all was nearly over, he lay murmuring faint prayers for himself and for the cause in which he died. "Lord Jesus," he exclaimed, in the moment of the last agony, "receive my soul.-O Lord, save my country.—O Lord, be merciful to." In that broken ejaculation passed away his noble and fearless spirit.

7. He was buried in the parish church of Hampden. His soldiers, bareheaded, with reversed arms and muffled drums and colors, escorted his body to the grave, singing, as they marched, that lofty and melancholy psalm, in which the fragility of human life is contrasted with the immutability of Him, in whose sight a thousand years are but as yesterday, when it is passed, and as a watch in the night.

8. The news of Hampden's death produced as great a consternation in his party, according to Clarendon, as if their whole army had been cut off. The journals of the time amply prove that the Parliament and all its friends were filled with grief and dismay. Lord Nugent has quoted a remarkable passage from the next Weekly Intelligencer. "The loss of Colonel Hampden goeth near the heart of every man that loves the good of his king and country; and makes some conceive little content to be at the army now that he has gone. The memory of this deceased colonel is such that in no age to come but it will more and more be had in honor and esteem ;-a man so religious, and of that prudence, judgment, temper, valor, and integrity, that he hath left few his like behind

him."

9. He had, indeed, left none his like behind him. There still remained, indeed, in his party many acute intellects, many brave and honest hearts. There still remained a rugged and clownish soldier, half fanatic half buffoon, whose talents, discerned as yet only by one penetrating eye, were equal to all the highest duties of the soldier and the prince. But in Hampden, and in Hampden alone, were united all the qualities which, at such a crisis, were necessary to save the State-the valor and energy of Cromwell, the discernment and eloquence of Vane, the humanity and moderation of Manchester, the stern integrity of Hale, the ardent public spirit of Sidney.

10. Others might possess the qualities which were necessary to the popular party in the crisis of danger; he alone had both the power and the inclination to restrain its excesses in the hour of triumph. Others could conquer; he alone could reconcile. A heart as bold as his brought up the cuirassiers who turned the tide of battle on Marston Moor. As skillful an eye as his watched the Scotch army descending from the heights over Dunbar. But it was when to the sullen tyranny of Laud and Charles, had succeeded the fierce conflict of sects and factions, ambitious of ascendency and burning for revenge; it was when the vices and ignorance which the old tyranny had generated threatened the new freedom with destruction, that England missed that sobriety, that selfcommand, that perfect soundness of judgment, that perfect rectitude of intention, to which the history of revolutions furnishes no parallel, or furnishes a parallel in Washington alone.

[During the same year the royalists under Prince Rupert gained some advantages in the west, and a general engagement took place at Newbury, but with no decided result. In 1614 the king's forces were defeated at Marston Moor, where Cromwell greatly dis tinguished himself, routing Prince Rupert and capturing his cavalry. This was followed by a change in the army, the chief command being given to Sir Thomas Fairfax, with Cromwell as lieutenant; soon after which the royal forces were disastrously defeated at Naseby.]

The Battle of Naseby.

By Obadiah Bind-their-kings-in-chains-and-their-nobles-with-links-of-iron, Sergeant in Ireton's regiment.

(Macaulay.)

[The battle of Naseby may be said to have decided the fate of Charles I. It was fought June 14th, 1645. The royal forces were commanded by Lord Astley, aided by Prince Rupert and Sir Marmaduke Langdale, the king himself having the command of the reserve corps. The Parliamentary army was commanded by Sir Thomas Fairfax, aided by Oliver Cromwell and Ireton, Cromwell's son-in-law. It was chiefly through the skill and energy of Cromwell that the victory was gained.]

OH! wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the North,

With your hands and your feet and your raiment all red?
And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?
And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread?

Oh, evil was the root, and bitter was the fruit,

And crimson was the juice of the vintage that we trod;
For we trampled on the throng of the haughty and the strong,
Who sate in the high places and slew the saints of God.

It was about the noon of a glorious day of June

That we saw their banners dance and their cuirasses shine; And the Man of Blood was there, with his long essenced hair, And Astley and Sir Marmaduke and Rupert of the Rhine!

Like a servant of the Lord, with his Bible and his sword,
The general rode along us to form us for the fight,
When a murmuring sound broke out, and swelled into a shout,
Among the godless horsemen upon the tyrant's right.

And hark! like the roar of the billows on the shore,
The cry of battle rises along their charging line!-
For God! for the Cause! for the Church! for the Laws!
For Charles, King of England, and Rupert of the Rhine!

The furious German comes, with his clarions and his drums,

His bravoes of Alsatia and pages of Whitehall;

They are bursting on our flanks :-grasp your pikes ;-close your ranks · For Rupert never comes but to conquer or to fall.

They are here;-they rush on! We are broken-we are gone;—
Our left is borne before them like stubble on the blast.
O Lord, put forth thy might! O Lord, defend the right!
Stand back to back, in God's name, and fight it to the last.

Stout Skippon hath a wound;—the centre hath given ground ;—
Hark! hark! What means the trampling of horsemen on our rear?
Whose banner do I see, boys?—'Tis he, thank God, 'tis he, boys!
Bear up another minute. Brave Oliver is here!

Their heads all stooping low, their points all in a row,
Like a whirlwind on the trees, like a deluge on the dykes,
Our cuirassiers have burst on the ranks of the Accurst,
And at a shock have scattered the forest of his pikes.

Fast, fast, the gallants ride, in some safe nook to hide
Their coward heads, predestined to rot on Temple-Bar.
And he he turns, he flies!-shame to those cruel eyes
That bore to look on torture, and dare not look on war.

Ho! comrades, scour the plain; and, ere ye strip the slain,
First give another stab to make your guest secure;

Then shake from sleeves and pockets their broad-pieces and lockets,

The tokens of the wanton, the plunder of the poor.

Fools! your doublets shone with gold, and your hearts were gay and bold

When ye kissed your lily hands to your lemans' to-day;

And to-morrow shall the fox, from her chambers in the rocks,

Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey.

Where be your tongues that late mocked at heaven and hell and fate,

And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades;

Your perfumed satin clothes, your catches and your oaths,

Your stage-plays and your sonnets, your diamonds and your spades?

Down, down, forever down with the mitre and the crown,
With Belial of the Court, and the Mammon of the Pope:
There is woe in Oxford Halls; there is wail in Durham's stalls;
The Jesuit smites his bosom; the Bishop rends his cope.*

The hostility of the Puritans to the Established Church of England was very bitter, as it was also toward the Church of Rome; hence, the writer has represented Obadiah, the supposed fanatical author of this piece, using terms of opprobrium against the representatives of both those churches.

And she of the seven hills shall mourn her children's ills,

And tremble when she thinks on the edge of England's sword; And the kings of earth in fear, shall shudder when they hear, What the hand of God hath wrought for the Houses and the word.

Trial and Execution of Charles I.-Goldsmith.

[After Cromwell had by violence expelled from Parliament all who were hostile to his own views and these of his party, the remainder, including about fifty members, ordered that the king should be tried on a charge of treason against the people. A court was accordingly arranged for the purpose, consisting of one hundred and thirty-three members, among whom were the chief officers of the army, including Cromwell. It was presided over by John Bradshaw, and held its sessions at Westminster Hall. The following account is taken from Goldsmith's “History of England."]

1. THE king was now conducted from Windsor to St. James's, and the next day was brought before the high court to take his trial. When he was brought forward, he was conducted by the mace-bearer to a chair placed within the bar. Though long detained a prisoner, and now produced as a criminal, he still sustained the dignity of a king; surveyed the members of the court with a stern and haughty air; and, without moving his hat, sat down, while the members also were covered. The charge was then read by the solicitor, accusing him of having been the cause of all the bloodshed which followed since the commencement of the war. At that part of the charge he could not suppress a smile of contempt and indignation. After the charge was finished, Bradshaw directed his discourse to the king, and told him that the court expected his answer.

2. The king, with great temper, entered upon his defense, by denying the authority of the court. He represented that, having been engaged in a treaty with his two Houses of Parliament, and having finished almost every article, he expected a different treatment from that which he now received. He perceived, he said, no appearance of an Upper House, which was necessary to constitute a just tribunal. That he was himself the king and the fountain of law, and consequently, could not be tried by laws to which he had never given his assent; that having been intrusted with the liberties of the people, he would not now betray them, by recognizing a power founded in usur