But I have news worth twenty of that--Monk has declared at London against those stinking scoundrels the Rump.

Fairfax is up in Yorkshire--for the King--for the King, man! Churchmen, Presbyterians, and all, are in buff and bandoleer for King Charles.

I have a letter from Fairfax to secure Derby and Chesterfield with all the men I can make.

D--n him, fine that I should take orders from him! But never mind that--all are friends now, and you and I, good neighbour, will charge abreast, as good neighbours should.

See there! read--read--read--and then boot and saddle in an instant.
'Hey for cavaliers--ho for cavaliers, Pray for cavaliers, Dub-a-dub, dub-a-dub, Have at old Beelzebub, Oliver shakes in his bier!'" After thundering forth this elegant effusion of loyal enthusiasm, the sturdy Cavalier's heart became too full.