Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651Ainsworth, William Harrison
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Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction
The pealing of bells, which, as we know, commenced at the earliest hour
of morning, continued almost without intermission. Great fires were
lighted on the Castle Hill, in the cathedral close, on the quays, and
at Pitchcroft, at which huge joints of meat were roasted--barons of
beef, entire muttons, barbecued hogs. All loyal citizens were enjoined
by the mayor to provide the best food they could, and in the greatest
quantity, for the king's army. It would be a lasting disgrace to them,
it was said, if any of their brave deliverers should be stinted.
While part of each household was busily dressing food, the others were
engaged in decorating the habitations. The balconies were hung with
tapestry, gaily-coloured cloths and carpets, and the crosses were
adorned with flowers. The royal standard floated over the Sidbury-gate,
as well as on the summit of Fort Royal, and flags were flying from all
the steeples.
Such extraordinary zeal and activity were displayed, that, long before
the appointed hour, all the preparations were completed, and the good
folks began to be impatient for the coming of their sovereign.
The entire host was now gathered on the hill-side, and presented a
magnificent spectacle, as viewed from the city walls, which were
densely thronged. The Sidbury-gate was thrown wide open, a guard of
halberdiers being drawn up on either side of the entrance; while the
mayor, the sheriff, and the aldermen, in their full robes of office,
were stationed beneath the archway.
At length the sound of martial music was heard, and a squadron of
glittering cuirassiers was seen riding down the hill. Then came
Charles, attended by his staff, and followed by Colonel Pitscottie's
regiment of Highlanders. The strange, picturesque garb, and unusual
weapons of these stalwart mountaineers--their claymores, dirks, and
targets--filled the beholders with amazement. Nor were the citizens
less astonished by the shrill, warlike notes of the bagpipes, which
they heard for the first time.
As soon as it was perceived that the king had set out, a loud
discharge of cannon took place from the walls; and this, if possible,
heightened the general excitement. Regiment after regiment--cavalry
and infantry--were now moving down the hill--colours flying, bands
playing--the accoutrements of the cavalry flashing in the sunbeams like
so many mirrors.
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