liers of Rupert's. I have seen them running up walls twenty feet high, said the engineer consulted by the frightened citizens of Dorchester; these defences of yours may possibly keep them out half an hour.
Darlings of triumphant aristocracy, they are destined to meet with no foe that can match them, until they recoil at last before the plebeian pikes of the London train-bands.
Nor can even Rupert's men claim to monopolize the courage of the King's party.
The brilliant show-troop of Lord Bernard Stuart, comprising the young nobles having no separate command,--a troop which could afford to indulge in all the gorgeousness of dress, since their united incomes, Clarendon declares, would have exceeded those of the whole Puritan Parliament,--led, by their own desire, the triumphant charge at Edgehill, and threescore of their bodies were found piled on the spot where the Royal Standard was captured and rescued.
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