First came a troop of gentlemen, many of them English, splendidly mounted, and attended by their negro servants in turbans and white feathers, rolling their eyes and showing their white teeth as though they considered the whole pageant had been got up for their exclusive honor. Winifred gazed intently, but saw no face that she knew. "What a pity Jack is not here!" said Paulina. "He might find some friends among all these black people. But who are these with the fur cloaks and black armor?" "They must be the Swedes of whom we heard," said Lady Peckham. "They are indeed a formidable troop! Here comes the prince's banner. Can you read the device, Winifred?" "'The Protestant Religion and the Liberties of England!'" said Winifred. "I hope it may be well, but I cannot help thinking of the poor, unhappy Duke of Monmouth." "I do not wonder you think of him, but this is a very different matter," replied Lady Peckham. "Monmouth brought with him no such troops as these, and, besides, he had not a shadow of right or reason upon his side. The very proclamation he put forth was enough to have ruined his cause with all reasonable people. But look! Who comes here? The Prince of Orange himself!" "How grave and thoughtful he looks!" observed Paulina. "One would not think he could ever smile." "It is his nature to be grave, and even gloomy, and he has, besides, had much in his life to make him so," said Lady Peckham. "Moreover, his present enterprise is one which may well cause him to look grave. He has aged greatly since I saw him last, but he had always that austere and settled regard even as a young boy." "See, see! What is that old dame about?" cried Winifred, as a very aged woman pressed through the crowd towards the prince. "Oh, Lady Peckham! It is Dame Oldmixon! Do you not remember her?" "It is our old neighbor indeed! I fear she will be trampled under foot," said Lady Peckham. "But no, the crowd makes way for her! She touches the prince's hand! See, he speaks to her, and smiles! You see he can smile, Paulina, and very brightly too! Poor old dame, she is thinking of her son and husband!" "What of them?" asked Paulina. "The son was killed at Sedgemoor, and his father, though, I believe, perfectly innocent of any share in the rebellion, was put to death by Jeffreys. Winifred, send some one to bring the poor old woman in, and give her some refreshment. She is not fit to be abroad in this press and crowd." The messenger was sent, and returned: "She will not come, my lady. She sends her grateful duty to you, but says she will go home and die, now that she has seen the deliverer of England." "We will find her out, and see that she is comfortably provided for," said Lady Peckham. "I heard that she had come to Exeter to live." After the prince came a long train of infantry, mostly Swiss soldiers in the employ of the Dutch government, and then various bands, distinguished, as was the fashion of those times, by the names of their leaders.