The Draytons and the Davenants : $b A story of the Civil WarsCharles, Elizabeth Rundle
History
The Draytons and the Davenants : $b A story of the Civil Wars
Charles, Elizabeth Rundle
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
Recruitings, gatherings of men and arms, and drillings and
gun-practice had been going on in all quarters of the city on the
Saturday.
On Monday these were renewed with the earliest light of the summer
morning. Drums beating, trumpets calling, 'prentices hurrahing on
all sides, "No peace with Sectaries." The London militia, "one and
all," against the factious army, then believed to be couching
tranquilly near Bedford.
But on Tuesday the army rose from its lair, and advanced to Hounslow.
Then all Southwark came pouring in terrified throngs across London
Bridge, demanding peace with the army, and declaring they would not
fight. The Presbyterian General Poyntz was indignant, and there was
tumult and bloodshed in the streets.
Closer and closer that defied but dreaded monster of an army came,
every step forward and every halt watched with fluctuations of hope
and fear in the city. The army, meanwhile, strong in the presence of
the king, the speakers, the mace, and Oliver Cromwell, looked on
itself as not only representing but _being_ all the three powers of
the state combined, inspired by an invisible power stronger than all
states; and so it advanced majestically free from hurry or disorder.
Not a provision-cart or pack-horse was stopped on its way into the
city. And on Friday, August the 9th, the army appeared in the city,
marching three deep through Hyde Park with boughs of laurel in their
hats, through Westminster, along the Strand, through the City, to the
Tower. In a day or two they were quietly established in the villages
around, the headquarters being at Putney. The king was lodged the
while at Hampton Court.
Not an act of vengeance nor of disorder, as far as I know, disgraced
their triumph. Not that this was any matter of wonder to us. Our
wonder was that sober and godly citizens should wonder at the
soberness and godliness of the army, every regiment of which was a
worshipping congregation, and the soul of it Oliver Cromwell.
Job Forster was sorely vexed at the evil reports spread concerning
the soldiers. We saw him often during that autumn.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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