Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
Taunton is, as everybody knows, a most rich, prosperous, and
populous town. I had never before seen so many houses and so many
people gathered together. Why, if the men of Taunton declared for
the Duke, his cause, one felt sure, was already won. For there
is nowhere, as I could not fail to know, a greater stronghold
of Dissent than this town, except London, and none where the
Nonconformists have more injuries to remember. Only two years before
this their meeting-houses had been broken into, and their pulpits
and pews brought out and burned, and they were forced, against their
conscience, to worship in the parish church.
We easily found Miss Blake's house, and, giving our horses to the
guide, we presented her with our letter. She was a young woman
somewhat below the common stature, quick of speech, her face and
eyes full of vivacity, and about thirty years of age. But when she
had read the letter, and understood who we were, and whence we came,
she first made a deep reverence to my mother and then she took my
hands and kissed me.
'Madam,' she said, 'believe me, my poor house will be honoured
indeed by the presence of the wife and the daughter of the godly
Dr. Comfort Eykin. Pray, pray, go no further. I have a room that
is at your disposal. Go thither, Madam, I beg, and rest after your
journey. The wife of Dr. Comfort Eykin. 'Tis indeed an honour.' And
so with the kindest words she led us upstairs, and gave us a room
with a bed in it, and caused water for washing to be brought, and
presently went out with me to buy certain things needful for us (who
were indeed somewhat rustical in our dress), in order that we might
present the appearance of gentlewomen--thanks to Barnaby's heavy
purse, I could get them without troubling my mother's careful mind
about the cost. She then gave us supper, and told us all the news.
The King, she said, was horribly afraid, and it was rumoured that
the priests had all been sent away to France; the Taunton people
were resolved to give the Duke a brave reception; all over the
country, there was no doubt, men would rally by thousands; she was
in a rapture of joy and gratitude. Supper over, she took us to her
school-room, and here--oh! the pretty sight!--her school-girls were
engaged in working and embroidering flags for the Duke's army.
'I know not,' she said, 'whether his Grace will condescend to
receive them. But it is all we women can do.' Poor wretch! she
afterwards suffered the full penalty for her zeal.
All that evening we heard the noise of men running about the town,
with the clanking of weapons and the commands of officers; but we
knew not what had happened.
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