While Bob was uniting the little hooks and eyes from the top to the very bottom of the cloak, with the laudable view of concealing his boots effectually, Stanley was preparing Amelia's disguiseBob's hat and his own roquelaure. "Now," said Stanley, "let us see, sir, how much like a lady you can walk." And Bob paced the room with all the dignity and grace at his command, although he occasionally turned to look at his train, and laughed with infinite enthusiasm, while Stanley was endeavouring to raise the spirits of Amelia, who had sunk into a chair in a state of exhaustion. "My dear, sweet girl!" said Stanley, "have confidence: have courage. Be assured that we shall both have cause to bless this happy day. Now," he continued, addressing Bob, "you know, sir, what you have to do, and take care that you do it well.' "I will, sir. God bless you, miss," said Bob, "I wish you joy, and many happy returns ;" and having curtsied, and veiled himself closely, he walked with due elegance from the inn, promptly followed by the Captain's servant. Stanley had no sooner seen Bob safely off than he completed Amelia's disguise, rang for the bill, and ordered his cab to be brought to the door as soon as possible; and as the waiter saw Bob, as he believed, upon a chair with his hat on, he naturally inferred that he had been taken very suddenly ill, and hence proceeded at once to obey orders. The horse was already harnessed. He had but to be put to; and when the bill was brought the cab was at the door. Stanley, therefore, in an instant settled the amount, and, to the great admiration of the attendants, who regarded him as a kind and most considerate master, assisted poor Amelia with great care into the cab, stepped round, seized the reins, and drove off. BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY. MARCH, 1840. Contents. GUY FAWKES: A HISTORICAL ROMANCE, ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK, BY W. HARRISON AINSWORTH Book the First. Chapter V.-Chat Moss. Page 219 Chapter VI.-The Disinterment. THE HERDSMAN, BY P. M'TEAGUE, AUTHOR OF THE SPALPEEN" 235 246 BY EDWARD JESSE 254 265 277 289 IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS, Book the Second. Chapter XIV.-The Yorkshire House-Its Company-And an Adventure. Chapter XVI-A peep at a Tavern Concert.-Colin falls in love, parts with his MR. TRICKETT DONKS, WITH AN ILLUSTRATION, LITERARY PORTRAITS, NO. VI.-W. HAMILTON MAXWELL, AU THOR OF "STORIES OF WATERLOO," 331 GUY FAWKES. AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE, BY W. HARRISON AINSWORTH, ESQ. ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK. BOOK THE FIRST. CHAPTER V. CHAT MOSS. THE pursuivant was taken so completely unawares by the sudden appearance of Guy Fawkes and his companions, that he made no attempt at resistance. Nor were his attendants less confounded. Before they recovered from their surprise, Humphrey Chetham seized Viviana in his arms, and darting through the panel, called to the priest to follow him. Father Oldcorne was about to comply, when one of the soldiers, grasping the surcingle at his waist, dragged him forcibly backwards. The next moment, however, he was set free by Guy Fawkes, who, felling the man to the ground, and interposing himself between the priest and the other soldier, enabled the former to make good his retreat. This done, he planted himself in front of the panel, and with a petronel in each hand, menaced his opponents. Fly for your lives!" he shouted in a loud voice to the others. "Not a moment is to be lost. I have taken greater odds, and in a worse cause, and have not been worsted. Heed me not, I say. I will defend the passage till you are beyond reach of danger. Fly-fly!" "After them!" vociferated the pursuivant, stamping with rage and vexation; "after them instantly! Hew down that bold traitor. Show him no quarter. His life is forfeit to the King. Slay him as would a dog!" you But the men, who had no fire-arms, were so much intimidated by the fierce looks of Guy Fawkes, and the deadly weapons which he pointed at their heads, that they hesitated to obey their leader's injunctions. cravens you, ?" roared the pursuivant. "Do you hear what I say to "Cut him down without mercy.' "They dare not move a footstep," rejoined Guy Fawkes, in a de risive tone. "Recreants!" cried the pursuivant, foaming with rage, " is my prey to be snatched from me at the very moment I have secured it, through your cowardice? Obey me instantly, or, as Heaven shall judge me, I will denounce you to my Lord Derby and the Commissioners as aiders and abettors in Father Oldcorne's escape!-and you well know what your punishment will be if I do so. What are you afraid of one man ?" "Our pikes are no match for his petronels," observed the foremost soldier, sullenly. "They are not," rejoined Guy Fawkes; " and you will do well not As to you, to compel me to prove the truth of your assertion. Master Pursuivant," he continued, with a look so stern that the other quailed before it, "unwilling as I am to shed blood, I shall hold your VOL. V. 15 life, if I am compelled to take it, but just retribution for the fate you have brought upon the unfortunate Elizabeth Orton." "Ha!" exclaimed the pursuivant, starting. "I thought I recognised you. You are the soldier in the Spanish garb who saved that false prophetess from drowning." "I saved her only for a more lingering death," rejoined Guy Fawkes. "I know it," retorted the pursuivant. "I found her dead body when I visited her cell on my way hither, and gave orders to have it interred without coffin or shroud in that part of the burial-ground of the Collegiate Church in Manchester which is reserved for common felons." แ "I know not what stays my hand," rejoined Guy Fawkes, fiercely. "But I am strongly tempted to give you a grave beside her." "I will put your daring to the proof!" cried the pursuivant, snatching a pike from one of his followers, and brandishing it over his head. "Throw down your arms, or you die !" "Back!" exclaimed Guy Fawkes, presenting a petronel at him, "or I lodge a bullet in your brain." "Be advised by me, and rush not on certain destruction, good Master Pursuivant," said the foremost soldier, plucking his mantle. "I see by his blood-thirsty looks that the villain is in earnest." "I hear footsteps," cried the other soldier; our comrades are at hand." "Then it is time for me to depart," cried Guy Fawkes, springing through the secret door, and closing it after him. "Confusion!" exclaimed the pursuivant ; " but he shall not escape. Break open the panel." The order was promptly obeyed. The men battered the stout oak board, which was of great thickness, with their pikes, but it resisted every effort; nor was it until the arrival of a fresh band of soldiers with lights, mallets, chisels, and other implements suitable to the purpose, that it could be forced open. This accomplished, the pursuivant, commanding his attendants to follow him, dashed through the aperture. The passage was so narrow, that they were compelled to proceed singly along it, and, as they advanced, the roof became so low that they were compelled to adopt a stooping posture. In this manner they hurried on until their further progress was stopped by a massive stone door, which appeared to descend from above by some hidden contrivance, as no trace of bolt or other fastening could be detected; but the flag, fitting closely in channels in the walls, had all the appearance of solid masonry. After examining this obstacle for a moment, the pursuivant was convinced that any attempt to move it would be fruitless, and muttering a deep execration, he therefore gave the word to return. "From what I have observed," he said, "this passage must communicate with the garden,—perhaps with the further side of the moat. We may yet secure them, if we use despatch." Guy Fawkes, meanwhile, had taken the same course as the pursuivant. On arriving at the point where the stone door was situated, which he discovered by the channels in the wall above-mentioned, he searched for an iron ring, and having found it, drew it towards him, and the ponderous flag slowly dropped into its place. He then groped his way cautiously along in the dark, until his foot encountered the top of a ladder, down which he crept, and landed on the floor of a |