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THE FATE OF THE CONSPIRATORS.
discovered what before the rack could not extort. Here it should also be observed, that Robert Keies, having been a little before this at his brother-in-law's house, suddenly whipped out his sword, and in merriment, made many offers therewith at the heads, necks, and sides of several gentlemen and ladies then in his company: it was then taken for a mere frolic; but when the treason was discovered, fuch as remembered his gestures thought he practised what he intended to do on the protestants, when the plot should take effeet. Christopher Wright having been the first who heard of the apprehension of Fawkes, advised the conspirators, who with all their attendants did not exceed the number of 80, to an immediate and separate flight. Many might have escaped, but still maintaining hopes of success in their plan, they resorted to that place which was to have been their general rendezvous. Having been surrounded on every fide, they boldly prepared for an attack; but some of their powder took fire and disabled them for defence. Some little time before this accident, Winter dreamt that she saw steeples and churches stand awry, and within those churches strange and unknown faces;” and this explosion having scorched several of their faces, and much disfigured the countenances of Grant, Rockwood, &c. Winter imagined that the faces of his associates, thus disfigured, resembled those which he had seen in his dream. The people having now rushed in upon them, Catesby and Piercy were killed by a fingle shot, and Digby, Rockwood, Bates, &c. were taken prisoners, tried, and found guilty. Bates, when condemned, craved pardon, as being led into the scheme by his master; he was however executed Jan. 22, 1606. Wright and his brother were killed ; Guy Fawkes, T. Winter, Ambrose Rockwood, and Robert Keies, were executed within the Old Palace Yard, Westminster, near the Parliament House, Jan. 31. Winter was very penitent. Digby, Garnet, &c. were likewise executed.
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MR. GRANGER, Should you think the following true Story worthy a Place (it
will take but a small one) in your Entertaining Museum, you will oblige a constant Roader,
W.R. Exlyaordinary STORY of ELIZABETH RUSSELL. Extra&t from the Paris Register, STREATHAM, SURRY:
Russell buried April 14, 1772. N. B. This person was always known under the guise and habit “ of a woman, and answered to the name of Elizabeth “ as registered in this parish, Nov. 21, 1669, but at
« death proved to be a man.” IN speaking of this extraordinary person, whose history I have taken some pains to enquire into, it will be necessary, in order to avoid confusion among the relative pronouns, to make constant use of the masculine gender, however oddly it may be sometimes combined.
The various adventures of his life, had they been colleaed by a contemporary, would have formed a volume as entertaining as those of the celebrated Bampfyle Moore Carew, whom he accompanied in many of his rambles, and from whom probably he first took the hint of disguising his sex to answer some temporary purpose.
Upon examining the register, I find that John Russell (a younger branch of the Bedford family) had three daughters and two sons, William born in 1668, and Thomas 1672; there is little doubt Therefore that the person here recorded was one of the two, and that when he assumed the female dress, he assumed also the name of his sister Elizabeth, who died in her infancy; under this name in the year 1770, he applied for a certificate of his baptism. He attached himself at an early period of life to the gypsies, and being of a rambling disposition, visited most parts of the continent as a Itroller or vagabond; when advanced in years he settled at
Chipted A NATIVE OF STREATHAM, SURRY. 341 Chipsted in Kent, where he kept a large shop. Sometimes he travelled the country with goods in the character of a married woman, having changed his maiden name for that of his husband who carried the pack, and to his death was his reputed WIDOW, being known by the familiar appellation of Bet Page. In the course of his travels he attached himfelf much to itinerant physicians, learned their noftrums, and practifed their arts. His long experience gained him the character of a Do&tress, to which profession he added that of astrologer, and practised both with great profit; yet such was his extravagance, that he died worth six fhillings only. It was a common custom with him to spend whatever he had in his pocket at an alehouse, where he usually treated his companions. About twelve months before his death he came to reside at his native place (Streatham). His extraordinary age procured him the notice of the most respectable families in the neighbourhood, particularly that of Mr. Thrale, in whose kitchen he was frequently entertained. Doctor Johnson, who found him a shrewd sensible person with a good memory, was very fond of converfing with him. His faculties indeed were so little impaired by age, that a few days before he died he had planned another ramble, in which his landlord's son was to have accompanied him. His death was very sudden: the surprise of the neighbours may be well imagined upon finding that the person, who, as long as the memory of any perfon then living could reach, had been always esteemed and reputed to be a woman, was discovered to be a man; and the wonder was the greater, as he had lived much among women, and had frequently been his landlady's bed-fellow when an unexpected lodger came to the house,
Among other precautions to prevent the discovery of his sex, he constantly wore a cloth tied under his chin. And his neighbours not having the penetration of Sir Hugh Evans, who spied Falstaff's beard through his mufler, the motive was unsuspected. After his death a large pair of nippers was found in his pocket, with which, it is suppofed, he endeavoured to remove by degrees all tokens of manhood from his face. It may be observed, that supposing him to be the younger son of John Russell, he would have been 100 years of age : if we suppose him to have been the elder, his age would have been 104. He himself used to aver that he was 108. He had a mixture of the habits and employments of both sexes; for though he would drink hard with men, whose company indeed he chiefly affected, yet he was an excellent Semptress, and celebrated for making good shirt. There was a wildness and eccentricity in his general conduct, which frequently bordered on insanity; and at least we may fairly conclude, to use a favourite expression of Anthony Wood, the Oxford biographer, that he had “ a rambling head, and a crazy pate.” Queen-Streit.
A SINGULAR ACTION of a Great Man.
[From MUIRHEAD's Travels.] A Young man, named Robert, fat alone in his boat, in the harbour of Marseilles. A stranger had stept in and taken his seat near him, but quickly rose again; observing, that fince the Master had disappeared he would take another boat. " This, Sir, is mine, (said Robert,) --would you fail without the harbour?” I meant only to move about in the bason, and enjoy the coolness of this fine evening: but I cannot believe you are a sailor.'_“ Nor am I; yet on Sundays and holidays, I act the bargeman, with a view to make up a fum.”-- What? covetous at your age! your looks had almost prepossessed me in your favour.'_" Alas! Sir, did you know my situation, you would not blame me.”! Well, perhaps I am mistaken; let us take our little cruise of pleasure, and acquaint me with your history.?
The stranger having resumed his feat, the dialogue, after a short pause, proceeded thus- I perceive, young man,
you are sad-u hat grieves you thus?" My father, Sir, i groans in fetters, and I cannot ransom him. He earned a
livelihood by petty brokerage, but, in an evil hour, embarked for Smyrna, to superintend in person the delivery of a cargo, in which he had a concern.
The vessel was captured by a Barbary corsair, and my father was conducted to Tetuan, where he is now a flave. They refuse to let him go for less than 2000 crowns, a fum which far exceeds our scanty means. However, we do our best-my mother and fifters work day and night-I ply hard at my stated occupation of a journeyman jeweller, and, as you perceive, make the most I can of Sundays and holidays. I had resolved to put myself in my father's stead; but my mother, apprised of my design, and dreading the double privation of a hufband and only son, requested the Levant captains to refuse me a paffage.” – Pray, do you ever hear from your father? Under what name does he pass? Or what is his master's address?'_“ His master is overseer of the royal gardens at Fez; and my father's name is Robert at Tetuan, as at Marfeilles." - Robert - overseer of the royal gardens?'_“Yes, Sir.”_ I am touched with your misfortunes, but venture to predict their termination.!
Night drew on apace. The unknown, upon landing, thrust into young Robert's hand a purse containing eight double louis d’ors, with ten crowns in filver, and instantly disappeared.
Six weeks had passed since this adventure, and each return. ing fun bore witness to the unremitting exertions of the good family. As they fat one day at their unfavoury meal of bread and dried almonds, old Robert entered the apartment, in a garb little suited to a fugitive prisoner, tenderly embraced his wife and children, and thanked them with tears of gratitude for the fifty louis they had remitted to him on his