brother to Mr. Whitgrave's, to know whether lord Wilmot was there; the man returning, brought word that night that he was in a very secure hiding hole in Mr. Whitgrave's house, and desired me to come thither.

Whilst we were in the tree we saw soldiers going up and down in the thicket of the wood, searching for persons that had escaped from the battle, we seeing them now and then peep out of the wood. That night, Richard Penderell and I went to Mr. Whitgrave's, about seven miles off, where I found the gentleman of the house, an old grandmother of his, and father Hudlestone, who had then the care of bringing up two young gentlemen, who I think were Sir John Preston and his brother, they being boys. Here I spoke with lord Wilmot, and sent him away to Colonel Lane's, about five and six miles off, to see what means could be found for my escaping towards London; who told lord Wilmot, after some consultation thereon, that he had a sister that had a very fair pretence for going hard by Bristol to a cousin of her's, that was married to Mr. Norton, who lived two or three miles beyond Bristol on the Somersetshire side, and she might carry me there as her man, and from Bristol I might find shipping to get out of England. So the next night I went to Colonel Lane's, where I changed my clothes for a little better habit, like a serving man, being a kind of grey cloth suit; and the next day Mrs. Lane and I journeyed towards Bristol, resolving to lay at a place called Long Marston, in the vale of Eversham. But we had not gone two hours on our way, when the mare I rode cast her shoe, so we were forced to ride to a scattering village; and as I was holding my horse's foot, I asked the smith, what news; he told me there was no news since that good news (that he knew of) of the beating those rogues the Scots. I asked him, were there none of the English taken that joined with the Scots? He answered, that he did not hear that that rogue Charles Stuart was taken, although some of the others were. I told him if that rogue were taken, he deserved to be hanged more than all the rest, for bringing in the Scots. Upon which he said, I spoke like an honest man; and so we parted. Here it is to be noticed, that we had in company with us Mrs. Lane's sister, who was married; she being then going to lord Paget's, hard by Windsor, we were obliged to part at Stratford on Avon.

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But a mile before we came there, we spied upon the way a troop of horse, whose riders were alighted, and the horses eating some grass by the way-side, staying there, as I thought, whilst the muster-master was providing their quarters. Mrs. Lane's sister's husband, who went along with us as far as Stratford, seeing this troop of horse just in our way, said, that for his part he would not go by them, for he had been once or twice beaten by the liamentary soldiers, and that he would not run the venture again. I, hearing him say so, begged Mrs. Lane softly in her ear, that we might not turn back, but go on, for that the enemy would certainly send after us to enquire who we were. But all she could say would not do, but her brother-in-law turned quite round, and went into Stratford another way, the troop of horse being then just getting on horseback, at about two hundred yards distance: and, as I told her, we met the troop near Stratford. But then her brother-in-law and we parted, he going his way, and we our's, towards Long Marston, where we lay at a, kinsman's, I think, of Mrs. Lane's, neither the said kinsman uor her brotherin-law knowing who I was. The next night we lay at Cirencester, and so from thence to Mr. Norton's house, beyond Bristol, where, as soon as ever I came, Mrs. Lane called the butler of the house (a very honest fellow, whose name was Pope, and served Tom Germayne, a groom of my bed-chamber, when I was a boy at Richmond), and bade him take care of William Jackson,

(for that was my name) as having been lately sick of an ague, whereof, she said I was still weak and not quite recovered; and the truth was, my late fatigues and want of meat had made me look a little pale. Besides this, Pope had likewise been a trooper in the king's army, but I was not to be known in the house for any thing but Mrs. Lane's servant. Pope the butler took great care of me that night, (I not eating with the servants as I otherwise should have done, on account of my not being well.) The next morning as we rose pretty early, having a good appetite, I went to the buttery hatch to get my breakfast, where I found Pope and two or three other men in the room, and we all fell to eating bread and butter, to which he gave us very good ale and sack; and as I was sitting there, there was one that looked like a country fellow sat just by me, who talking, gave so particular an account of the battle of Worcester to the rest of the company, that I concluded he must be one of Cromwell's soldiers. I asked how he came to give so good an account of the battle; he told me he was in the king's regiment, by which I thought he meant one Colonel King's regiment; but questioning further, I perceived that he had been in my regiment of guards, in major Broughton's company, who had been my major in the battle. I asked him what kind of a man the king was; to which he answered, by describing exactly both my dress and my horse; and looking upon me, he told me that the king was at least three fingers taller than I, upon which I made what haste I could out of the buttery, for fear he should indeed know me, as being more afraid when I found he was one of our own soldiers, than when I took him for one of the enemy's. So Pope and I went into the hall, and just as we came into it, Mrs. Norton was coming by through it. Upon which I, plucking off my hat, and standing with it in my hand as she passed by, I observed, just as I was putting it off, that Pope looked very earnestly in my face. But I took no notice of it, but put on my hat again and went away, walking out of the house into the fields. I had not been out more than half an hour, when returning, I went into the chamber where I lay, and just as I came thither, Mr. Lassells came to me, and in a little trouble said, What shall we do, I am afraid Pope knows you, for he says very positively to me, that it is you; but I have denied it.' Upon which I presently, without much ado, asked him whether Pope was an honest man, when he answered me that he knew him to be so honest a fellow, that he durst trust him with his life, as having been always on our side; I thought it better to trust him than go away leaving that suspicion upon him, and thereupon I sent for Pope, and told him, that I was glad to meet him there, and would trust him with my life as an old acquaintance; upon which, being a discreet fellow, he asked me what I intended to do, for, (says he,) I am extremely happy I know you, otherwise you might run great danger in that house; for though my master and mistress are good people, yet there are at this time one or two in it that are very great rogues, and I think I can be useful to you in any thing you will command me: upon which I told him my design of getting a ship, if possible, at Bristol, to see if there were any ships going either to Spain or France, that I might get a passage in one of them. I also told him that lord Wilmot was coming to me here, for he and I had agreed at Colonel Lane's and were to meet this very day at Norton's; upon which Pope told me, that it was most fortunate that he knew me, and had heard this from me, for if lord Wilmot had come thither, he would certainly have been known to several people in the house, and therefore he went to meet lord Wilmot two or three miles from the house, taking him to an ale-house not far off, where he lodged him till it was

dark, and then brought him hither by a back door into my chamber, I still passing for a serving man; and Lassell's man and I lay in one chamber, he knowing all the time who I was: so after Pope had been at Bristol to enquire for a ship, but could not hear of any ready to depart beyond in less than a month, which was too long for me to stay thereabouts. I again advised with lord Wilmot and Pope, what was to be done, and the latter telling me that there lived somewhere in that county upon the edge of Somersetshire, at Trent, within two miles of Sherbourne, Frank Windham, the knight marshall's man, who being an old acquaintance of his, and a very honest man, I resolved to get to his house; but the night before we were to go away, we had a misfortune that might have done us some prejudice; for Mrs. Norton, who was big with child, fell into labour and miscarried of a dead child, so that we could not tell how to find an excuse for Mrs. Lane to leave her cousin in that condition; and indeed it was not safe to stay any longer there, where there was so great a resort of disaffected and idle people.

At length, consulting with Mr. Lasell, I thought the best way would be to counterfeit a letter from her father's house, to tell her that he was extremely ill, and commanded her to come away immediately, for fear she should not find him alive; which letter Pope delivered so well while they were all at supper, and Mrs. Lane playing her part so well, that all believed old Mr. Lane to be in great danger, and gave his daughter an excuse to go away with me next morning early; accordingly we went directly to Frank Windham's house at Trent, and lay that night at Castle Casey, and the next morning came to Trent, where I had appointed lord Wilmot to meet me, whom I still took care not to keep with me, but sent him a little before, or left him to come after me. When we came to Trent, lord Wilmot advised with Frank Windham, whether he had any acquaintance at any sea-port town upon the coast of Dorset or Devonshire, who told me he was well acquainted with Giles Strangeways, and that he would go directly to him, to inform himself whether he might not have some acquaintance at Weymouth or Lyme, or some of those ports. But Giles Strangeways proved not to have any, as having been long absent from those parts, and not daring to stir abroad, being always faithful to the king, but he desired Frank Windham what he could do therein himself, it being unsafe for him to be found busy upon the seacoast. But withal, he sent me 300 broad pieces, which he knew were necesin the condition I was now in, for I durst not carry any money sary for me about me in these mean clothes, and my hair cut short, (but about ten or twelve shillings in silver.) Frank Windham, upon this, went himself to Lyme, and spoke with a merchant there, to hire a ship for my transportation, being forced to acquaint him that it was I that was to be carried out. The merchant undertook it, and hired a vessel for France, appointing a day for my coming to Lyme to embark; and accordingly we set out from Frank Windham's; and to cover the matter better, I rode before a cousin of his, a Mrs. Connesby, I still going by the name of William Jackson; and remember that one day during my stay at Trent, I hearing the bells ring, (the church being close by) and seeing a company got together in the church-yard, I sent down the maid of the house, who knew me, to enquire what was the matter; who returning, told me that there was a rogue, a trooper, come out of Cromwell's army, that was telling the people that he had killed me, and that that was my buff coat which he had then on. Upon which, most of the village being fanatics, they rang the bells and made a bon-fire for joy of it. This merchant having appointed us to come to Lyme, lord Wilmot, Frank

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Windham, Mrs. Connesby, a servant of Frank Windham's, whose name was Peter, and myself were directed by him to a little village hard by Lyme, the vessel having to come out of the cobb at Lyme, and anchor in a little creek near the village, whither we went, and to send their boat ashore to take us in and carry us over to France; the wind being then very good at north. So we sat up that night, expecting the ship to come out, but she failed, upon which Frank Windham's man, Peter, and lord Wilmot went to Lyme the next morning to know the reason of it. But we were much troubled to know how to pass the time the next day till we could have an answer. At last we resolved to go to a place on the road to London, named Bridport, about four miles from Lyme, and stay here till lord Wilmot could bring us news whether the vessel could be had next night or not, and the reason of last night's failure. So Frank Windham, Mrs. Connesby, went in the morning to Bridport, and just as we came into the town, I could see the streets full of red coats (Cromwell's soldiers) being a regiment of Colonel Haynes's, 1500 men, going to embark to take Jersey. At which Windham was very much troubled, and asked me what I would do; I told him he must go impudently into the best inn in the town, and take a chamber there; the only thing to be done, because we should otherwise miss lord Wilmot, in case we went any where else, and it would be very inconvenient both to him and me. So we rode into the best inn of the place, and found the yard full of soldiers. I alighted, and taking the horse, thought it the best way to go blundering in amongst them, and lead the horses through the middle of the soldiers into the stable, which I did, and they were very angry with me for my rudeness. As soon as I came into the stable, I took the bridles off the horses, and called the hostler to help me feed them. Sure, Sir,' said he, I know your face!' which was no very pleasant question, but I thought the best way was to ask him where he had lived; he told me he was lately come thither, that he was born in Exeter, where he had been hostler at an inn hard by one Mr. Potter's, a merchant there, in whose house I had laid during the war. So I thought it best to give the fellow no further occasion of thinking where he had seen me, for fear he should guess right at last; therefore I told him, that he had certainly seen me at Mr. Potter's, for I served him a good while above a year. O says he, I remember you a boy there,' and with that was put off from asking any more about it; but desired we might drink a pot of beer together, which I excused by saying, that I must go wait upon my master, and get his dinner ready for him; but told him my master was going to London, and would return about three weeks hence, when he would lay there, and I would not fail to drink a pot with him. As soon as we had dined, lord Wilmot came into the town from Lyme, but went to another inn. Upon which we rode out of town as if we had gone upon the road for London, and when we had got about two miles off, lord Wilmot overtook us, he having observed, while in town, where we were, and told us the ship might be ready the next night, but there had been some mistake between him and the master of the ship.

Thinking it not right to go back again to the same place where we had sat up the night before, we went to a village about four miles in the country above Lyme, and sent Peter to know of the merchant whether the ship would be ready; but the master of the ship doubting that it was some dangerous employment he was hired upon, absolutely refused the merchant, and would not undertake to carry us over; whereupon we were forced to go back again to Frank Windham's, at Trent, where we might be in some safety till we had

hired another vessel or ship; as soon as we came to Frank Windham's I sent away presently to Colonel Robert Phillip's, who then lived at Salisbury, to see what he could do for the getting me a ship, which he undertook very willingly, and had got one at Southampton, but by misfortune she was among those pressed to transport their soldiers to Jersey, by which she failed us also; upon this I sent further into Sussex, where Robin Phillips knew one Colonel Gunter, to see whether he could hire a ship any where upon that coast, and not thinking it convenient for me to stay at Frank Windham's, where I had been in and about a fortnight, and was become known to very many. I went away to a widow gentlewoman's house, one Mrs. Hyde, four or five miles from Salisbury, where I came into the house just as it was dark, with Robin Phillips only, not intending at first to make myself known. But just as I alighted at the door, Mrs. Hyde knew me, though she had never seen me but once before in her life, and that was with the king my father, in the army, when we marched by Salisbury some years before in the time of the war; but she being a discreet woman took no notice of me at that time; I passing only for a friend of Robin Phillips, by whose advice I went thither. At supper there was with us Frederick Hyde, (since a judge) and his sister-in-law, a widow; Robin Phillips, myself, and doctor Henshaw, since bishop of London, whom I had appointed to meet me there. While we were at supper, I observed Mrs. Hyde and her brother Frederick look a little earnestly at me, which led me to believe that they might know me. But I was not at all startled at it, it having been my intention to let her know who I was; and accordingly immediately after supper, Mrs. Hyde came to me, and I discovered myself to her, who told me she had a very safe place to hide me in, till we knew whether our ship was ready; but she said it was not safe to trust any body but herself and sister, and therefore advised me to take my horse the next morning, and make as if I quitted the house, and return again about night, for she would order it so that all the servants should be out of the house but herself and sister, whose name I do not remember. So Robert Phillips and I took our horses, and went as far as Stonehenge, and there we staid looking upon the stones some time, and returned back again to Heale (the place where Mrs. Hyde lived) about the time appointed, where I went up into the hiding hole, which was very convenient and safe, and stayed there all alone; Robin Phillips then going to Salisbury for four or five days, Mrs. Hyde or her sister supplying me with meat. After four or five days' stay, Robin Phillips came to the house, and acquainted me that a ship had been provided for me at Shoreham, by Colonel Gunter, upon which, at two o'clock in the morning I went out of the house by a back way, and with Robin Phillips met Colonel Gunter and lord Wilmot together, fourteen or fifteen miles off, on our way towards Shoreham, and were to lodge that night at a place called Humbleton, seven miles from Portsmouth, because it was too long a journey to go in one day to Shoreham; and here we lay at a house of a brother-in-law of Colonel Gunter, one Mr. Symonds, where I was not to be known, having on still the same grey suit as a serving man, though the master of the house was a very honest poor man, who, while we were at supper, came (he having been all the day playing the good fellow in an ale-house in the town) and taking a stool, sat down with us, where his brother-in-law, Colonel Gunter, talking very fully concerning Cromwell and his party, he went and whispered his brother-in-law in the ear, and asked whether I was not some round-headed rogue's son, for I looked very suspiciously. Upon which Colonel Gunter answering for me, that he might trust his life in my bands,