"Then learn still more to respect the chivalry and generosity of the few whose principles of loyalty bound them to their unhappy king in the darkest hour of his distress and misfortune."
"Decide, my Lord, decide—for the Swart Ruyters are closing up troop upon troop."
"We will yield our national standards to the Scottish Guards—our arms and persons to de Ginckel."
"It is enough," replied Sir Marmaduke, as he wheeled round his horse, and rode towards the immense Dutch commander, whose Ruyters with the brigades of Scots and English, had now hemmed in the fugitives, as it were in a large hollow square.
Far off, at the horizon of the frozen heath, the winter moon shining, red and luminous rose slowly into the blue sky, eclipsing the light of the diamond-like stars as it ascended; and its pale splendour fell brightly and steadily on the fitful weapons and the dark masses of half mailed men, among whom they gleamed—on the white and powder-like frost that glittered silvery and clearly on every blade of grass, and on the dark spots that dotted the plain to the southward.
There many a rider and horse were lying stiff and cold.
END OF VOL. II.
LONDON:
HARRISON AND SON, PRINTERS,
ST. MARTIN'S LANE.