The Manchester Rebels of the Fatal '45 — John Shaqi
The Manchester Rebels of the Fatal '45Ainsworth, William Harrison
History
The Manchester Rebels of the Fatal '45
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Great Britain -- History -- George II, 1727-1760 -- Fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction
III. CUMBERLAND HOUSE 336
IV. THE TRIAL OF THE MANCHESTER REBELS 342
V. THE NIGHT BEFORE THE EXECUTIONS 346
VI. THE FATAL DAY 348
VII. FIVE YEARS LATER 353
THE MANCHESTER REBELS of THE FATAL '45.
BOOK I.
ATHERTON LEGH.
CHAPTER I.
HOW THE INFANT HEIR WAS STOLEN.
About midnight, in the autumn of 1724, two persons cautiously
approached an old moated mansion, situated in Cheshire, though close
to the borders of Lancashire. The night being almost pitch-dark, very
little of the ancient fabric could be distinguished; but the irregular
outline of its numerous gables showed that it was of considerable
size. It was, in fact, a large picturesque hall, built in the early
days of Elizabeth, and was completely surrounded by an unusually
broad, deep moat. The moat was crossed by a drawbridge, but this being
now raised, access to the mansion could only be obtained by rousing
the porter, who slept over the gateway. All the inmates of the house
seemed buried in repose. Not a sound was heard. No mastiff barked to
give the alarm.
A melancholy air had the old hall, even when viewed by daylight. Of
late years it had been much neglected, and portions were allowed to go
to decay. Several rooms were shut up. Its owner, who died rather more
than a year before the date of our story, preferred a town residence,
and rarely inhabited the hall. Extravagant, and fond of play, he had
cut down the fine timber that ornamented his park to pay his debts.
Death, however, put an end to his career before he had quite run
through his fortune. He left behind him a wife and an infant son--the
latter being heir to the property. As there would be a long minority,
the estates, by prudent management, might be completely retrieved. On
the demise of her husband, the widow quitted her town house, and took
up her abode with her child at the old hall. With a greatly reduced
establishment, she lived in perfect seclusion. As she was young, very
beautiful, and much admired, people wondered that she could thus tear
herself from the world. But her resolution remained unchanged. Her
affections seemed centred in her infant son. She had few visitors,
declined all invitations, and rarely strayed beyond the limits of the
park.
She had got it into her head that her child would be taken from her,
and would not, therefore, let him out of her sight. The infant was as
carefully watched as if he had been heir to a dukedom; and at night,
for fear of a surprise, the drawbridge was always raised. In the event
of the young heir dying under age, the estates passed to the brother
of her late husband, and of him she entertained dark suspicions that
did not seem altogether unwarranted.
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