254 NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 



I'll name them and no more : there were four 

 great Harries, (viz.) Ireton, Vane, Nevill and 

 Martin, and one marvelous Andrew, or Andrew 

 Marvel. 



Theoph. Still here is but five, what's become 

 of the sixth ? 



Am. You will find him at Dunbar swadling 

 the Scots. 



Theoph. What ! England's great general, the 

 most renowned, valorous, and victorious con- 

 queror, Oliver Cromwel. 



Arn. Yes, that was he that swing'd off the 

 Scots in those solitary planes, and swelling hills, 

 near the ports of Dunbar : there it was that 

 Cromwel and Lesly disputed by dint of sword, 

 and the formidable terror of gun-shot, in which 

 fatal engagement the Scots were routed, and 

 fled the field ; whilst the conqueror's army 

 sprinkled the earth with bloody sacrifices ; con- 

 verting the green meadows into purple planes. 



Theoph. And did not that great general then 

 take in Tamtallon-Castle ? 



Arn. Presently after he did ; and that's the 

 place ; how do you like it ? 



Theoph. Not at all, I fancy it a place but of 

 little strength. 



Arn. However it covers the pass of Coppers- 

 peth, that we now pass through to ascend these 

 dirty miry moors, which direct to the beautiful 



