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imperious temperament, but his face is now beaming also 
with unmitigated delight as it turns towards his companion, 
who is in ever}^ respect his opposite. This is a pretty but 
a very little lively lady in her first youth, who might well 
be the daughter, but really is the wife of him who rides 
beside her. A semicircle of large pearls edges her head- 
dress in front above her plainly- parted hair, and this termi- 
nates behind in a veil of silver gauze that floats over her 
shoulders : her tightly-fitting robe is of blue satin decorated 
with single diamonds round the top, in conjunction with 
golden embroidery : her hanging sleeves are trimmed with 
minever, and round her neck is a collar of the purest pearls, 
interspersed with great diamonds. The large man, I need 
perhaps scarcely say, is Henry VIII., the little lady, 
Catherine Howard, who has been his fifth wife for just 
a year. Henry is now on his way to York for the purpose 
of meeting there his nephew, the King of Scotland. He 
has held a Council at Sleaford, and will dine at Temple 
Bruer in the half- ruined buildings of the old chivalrous 
order of the Templars ; and he will enter Lincoln still 
more brilliantly habited, as will the Queen. After a while 
he will again cross the Heath on his return, coming from 
the residence of Wymbish, of X octon, to this place, where 
he will receive the Portuguese Ambassador ; but within six 
months that young gay smiling wife of his, on whom he 
now gazes with such rapture, will find a grave within the 
precincts of the Tower, for at his own desire her head will 
have been struck off, and she will have shared the same 
dreadful fate that was experienced by one of her predecessors 
— Ann Boleyn. 
"Charles I. and the Civil Wars." — And now let us suppose 
that another century has passed away, and let us look upon 
a third cavalcade crossing the Heath towards Lincoln, but 
from a different point, namely, Grantham. First a single 
trooper appears in a steel cap, back and breast plates, 
