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live to see Prince Charles reign in the affections of a happy people. " 

 " My poor boy, " exclaimed the Queen, while, covering her face 

 with her hand, she burst into tears, " My poor boy, Heaven bless 

 him ! ' Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown , ' When, Sir 

 Francis, is my misery to know a respite ? Where are my misfor- 

 tunes to cease ? Driven from the throne of my murdered husband 

 deserted by almost all whom I once held dear, oppression ha? 

 hurried me to this asylum, whicli is now unable to protect me. " 

 Godolphin did not venture for some time to break in upon the 

 agony of heart which prompted these reflections; at length he said, 

 " May your Majesty pardon an old soldier and faithful servant, 

 but the walls of Pendennis should lie level with the ground, before 

 John Arundel would allow injury to befall his Sovereign. " 

 " Miserable woman, " said her Majesty, " Miserable woman that 

 | am forgive my weakness, and my ingratitude; I know it all ; 

 and more than this, I know that I am safe while I am defended 

 by Arundel, Godolphin, Coryton, Bassett, and my 'other faithful 

 friends. But we must part and it grieves me to ride over these 

 hills, and feel conscious that I am leaving Cornwall, perchance for 

 ever. But away with this weakness my departure is neces- 

 sary and I will be myself once more. What, ho! Trelawney, you 

 are lagging behind, I see ; methinks you are burning to belay 

 that truncheon about the heads of the puritans : but you must 

 await their coming ; and then, you know," said the Queen smiling, 

 "' you have my free permission to exercise liberty of hand and 

 arm." " My arm, my liege, is ever at the call of my King and 

 Country, " if] litd Sir John Trelawney, " but I do wish to try 

 my mettle once more on these rascally roundheads." u Hush, hush, 

 my pretty boy, you must serve me first, " said her Majesty, " and 

 ,18 for the other business," she added in a lower tone, " it shall nil 

 he managed after your own heart : there now, you will laugh at me. 

 hut my little pet shall be May Trelawney, if you look more hnppv , 

 and do not wish so much for a broken pate from Masters Skippon 

 ;tnd Fairfax, or your old acquaintance Master William Braddon 

 of Treworgye. " " I owe your Majesty a thousand thanks, " said 

 Trelawney, u and am too much beholden to your gracious goodness 

 to act in disobedience to your counsel. May I ask in \vhnt 

 matter I can serve your Majesty, and no man ever put foot in 

 stirrup or placed lance in rest who was more ready to obey." 

 "Come then, Master Trelawney, doff your military phrases," said 

 the Queen, "turn your young eyes seaward, and tell me if ytm 

 r-n descry the vessel I am waiting for. " " I see none off the port, 



