"Now universal England getteth drunk

For joy that Charles her monarch is restor❜d;
And she, that sometime wore a saintly mask,
The stale grown vizor from her face doth pluck,
And weareth now a suit of morris bells,

With which she jingling goes through all her towns and villages.

Lamb's John Woodvil.

SECOND EDITION.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. II.

LONDON:

HENRY COLBURN, NEW BURLINGTON STREET.

LONDON:

PRINTED BY S. AND R. BENTLEY, DORSET STREET.

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BRAMBLETYE HOUSE.

CHAPTER I.

Among themselves the tourney they divide,
In equal squadrons ranged on either side;

Then turn their horses' heads, and man to man,

And steed to steed oppos'd, the justs began."
DRYDEN.

ON crossing the frontiers of France, Sir John and his son had an opportunity of observing the extreme misery of the peasantry, who in addition to the gabelle, and other taxes and impositions by which they were already oppressed, were subject to such perpetual depredation from foreigners and free-booters of all the contending parties, that those who were not already