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casque, which was captured in the skirmish which there took 

 place, is yet to be seen in the church; and the fame of this 

 redoubtable attempt, which was long held in remembrance through 

 the country side, excited the poetic genius of a rhymer of the day 

 to embody it in a ballad entitled ' Dick and the Devil,' which is 

 now rare and difficult to be met with." The enemy of Philipson 

 mentioned above was Colonel Briggs, a leading magistrate of 

 Kendal, and an active commander in the Cromwellian army. 

 The ballad describing this scene is as follows : — 



He leaped on his beaste, and he rode with heaste, 



To male his black oath good ; 

 'Twas the Lord's day, and the folks did pray, 



And the priest in chancel stood. 



The door was wide, and in does he ride, 



In his clanking gear so gay ; 

 A long keen brand, he held in his hand. 



Our Dickon for to slay. 



Our Dickon, goodhap, he was not there. 



And Robin he rode in vain ; 

 And the men got up, that were kneeling in prayer, 



To take him by might and main. 



Robin swung his sword, his steed he spurred. 



He plunged right through the thrang, 

 But the stout smith Jock, with his old mother's crutch. 



He gave him a woundy bang. 



So hard he smote the iron pot. 



It came down plume and all ; 

 Then with bare head, away Robin sped, 



And himself was fit to fall. 



Robin a devil he way'd him home. 



And if for his foes he search, 

 I think that again he will not come 



To late them in Kendal church. 



It must be borne in mind that these scenes, which, unfortunately, 

 were by no means unfrequent in England, (see Woodstock of Sir 

 Walter Scott,) occurred at a time when the Royalist and Episco- 



