|Never had Lancaster been so gay as during its occupation by the rebels.
Instead of showing themselves hostile, as had been apprehended, the
majority of the inhabitants proved exceedingly friendly.
At many houses where the young insurgents were quartered, they were
treated like guests. Tea parties were given to which they were invited,
and they were thus enabled to make the acquaintance of the female
members of the family. As these young troopers could not be
distinguished either in manner or attire from their officers, they
were frequently questioned as to their actual military rank, and gave
something like the following explanation.
“In our regiment there are no common men. We serve as gentlemen, and are
treated like gentlemen by our officers. But though we consider ourselves
quite equal to our leaders, we unhesitatingly obey them. By us the word
of command is never disputed. Though most of us have grooms, each of us
attends to his own horse, and you see how well the horses look, in spite
of our long march. We are never out of spirits. We take the rough and
the smooth, as they come. Hitherto, we have had plenty of rough work,
and very little enjoyment. The 'smooth' has come at last. The kindness
and courtesy of the gentlemen of Lancaster, and the attentions shown us
by the ladies, make ample amends for previous hardships.”
Such was the account of themselves given by the handsome young troopers,
and listened to with the greatest interest by the ladies, who thought
that a regiment composed entirely of gentlemen must be victorious either
in love or war.
It happened, singularly enough, at the time of the Jacobite expedition,
that Lancaster and Preston abounded in pretty girls. Always famed for
the beauty and fascinations of the fair sex--who have been designated
the “Lancashire witches”--the whole county was remarkably rich in
feminine attraction at that particular juncture.
Of the Preston belles we shall speak hereafter. F or the present, we
must confine ourselves to the beauties of Lancaster.
If we said there were a hundred really handsome young women in Lancaster
at the time of which we speak, we should be under the mark. We believe
there were double the number, and they were all as gay and good-humoured
as they were beautiful.
Since we cannot describe them all, we shall select three of the most
attractive--namely, Dryope Dutton, Nicola Glasson, and Aurelia Heysham.
Had they not been nearly of an age, these three lovely girls might
have been taken for sisters, so much were they alike. Each was between
nineteen and twenty--each had delicately-formed features, blonde
tresses, and blue eyes, capable of the tenderest expression--and each
was tall and graceful. All three knew how to set off their charms to
advantage by dress.
Dryope Dutton, however, was considered the prettiest girl in Lancaster,
and had the greatest number of admirers, all of whom were sent about
their business on the arrival of the rebel army, their places being
immediately filled by gallant young insurgents. None of her new
suitors were discouraged by Dryope, but she appeared to have a decided
preference for Captain Shaftoe.
Following Dryope's example, Nicola and Aurelia dismissed their lovers,
and laid themselves out to captivate the new-comers, in which design
they were eminently successful.
The rest of the pretty girls did the same thing. None of them would now
be seen without a Jacobite admirer.
During their stay at Lancaster nothing was thought of but flirting by
the amorous youths, who were completely enthralled by their lady-loves,
and had these syrens desired to turn them from their cause, we fear they
might have succeeded.
Luckily, all the girls professed themselves ardent Jacobites, and if
they fancied their lovers were lukewarm, strenuously urged them to go
on.
As we have intimated, the town now presented a very lively appearance.
Not only was the terrace near the castle thronged with handsome young
troopers and charming girls; but when the promenade was over, the
company wandered about the streets, visiting the market-place, the
town-hall, the custom-house, the quays and the bridge, and strolling on
the banks of the Lune.
On Sunday, Saint Mary's Church was crowded by the same young ladies, who
expressed a great desire to hear the Reverend Mr. Paul, who had recently
joined the expedition, read prayers, and Mr. Patten preach; but it
may be doubted whether they were not still more anxious to meet their
admirers.
Be this as it may, when the service was over, the ladies congregated in
the churchyard, and each fair girl was escorted home by the trooper she
preferred.
Whether all this flirting was approved of by the mammas of the young
ladies in question we will not pretend to say. No effort was made to
check it. Neither did the officers of the regiments to which the young
men belonged interfere--well knowing interference would be useless--so
it went on to the last.
At length, the day of parting came, and a very sad day it was both for
the enamoured young troopers and their lady-loves.
How many tears were shed! how many tender adieux taken! how many
protestations made of undying affection!
“We shall never see you again!” cried the heartbroken girls. “Military
men are always inconstant. You will forget us as soon as you arrive at
Preston.”
The young troopers vowed they were an exception to the rule.
“Have no doubts as to our constancy!” they cried. “We will always remain
faithful. Preston may be full of pretty girls--as they say it is--but
they will have no attraction for us.”
“Don't be surprised if we come to look after you,” said Dryope, to
Captain Shaftoe; “and if we find you false and forsworn----”
“How can you suppose I could be false to you, sweetest Dryope?” said
Shaftoe, stopping her mouth with a kiss. “Think it not. But I fear you
won't come to Preston.”
“Yes, I will--if I can--that I promise,” she rejoined.
“Then I will only bid you adieu for a short time,” he said, kissing her
once more as he sprang to the saddle.
Many more partings, equally tender, took place. Many a bright eye was
dimmed, as the regiments to which the handsome troopers belonged quitted
Lancaster, and took the road to Preston.
Full of sadness were the young men as they looked back at the fair
creatures they were leaving; and had they been told at the moment that
they would soon forget them they would have resented the imputation.
We shall see how they behaved at Preston.
In quitting Lancaster, where he was so well received, and where he was
constantly receiving slight accessions to his force, General Forster
committed a grave error.
At Lancaster he had a strong castle which might have been garrisoned and
provisioned, and could certainly have been held till assistance arrived
from Scotland; while not far from the town was a sea-port whence
succours could be obtained from France.
These advantages were pointed out to him by Lord Derwentwater, but he
replied that his object in marching to Preston was to secure Warrington
Bridge before the enemy could destroy it.
The possession of this bridge, he thought, would give him both
Manchester and Liverpool, and these important towns gained, the whole
surrounding country would flock to his standard.
In vain Lord Derwentwater showed him the difficulties he would have
to encounter, and explained that the inhabitants of Liverpool were
decidedly adverse to the Jacobite cause.
A totally different view was taken by Lord Widdrington, who assured the
general he might depend upon receiving the support of the High Church
Tories of Manchester, and Mr. Charles Beswicke, who had just arrived
from that town, confirmed the idea.
General Forster, therefore, resolved to go on, despite Lord
Derwentwater's opposition.
Several important additions, as we have just stated, had been made to
the rebel force. Amongst these were five gentlemen belonging to some of
the oldest and most distinguished families in the county, whose adhesion
could not fail to be serviceable to the cause. They were Albert Hodgson
of Leighton Hall--John Dalton of Thurnham Hall--Edward Tyldesley of the
Lodge--Henry Butler of Rawcliffe, and Thomas Walton of Walton Hall. They
all brought retainers with them, and each was made a captain. Charles
Beswicke, previously mentioned, who likewise joined at Lancaster, was
son of the Reverend Charles Beswicke, rector of Radcliffe.
A dull and gloomy morning harmonised with the feelings of the insurgents
as they quitted Lancaster, but as they advanced on their march the day
improved, and by the time they reached Garstang it had become quite
fine.
Here the infantry proposed to halt for the night. They brought with them
the six pieces of cannon seized on board the _Robert_, and likewise some
casks of brandy taken from the custom-house.
At Garstang, Brigadier Mackintosh set free Christopher Hopkins, who had
been hitherto detained a prisoner, telling him if he again fell into his
hands, he would shoot him.
Long before the cavalry reached Preston they came in sight of the town,
delightfully situated on a ridge overlooking the flat district they were
traversing, and the aspect of the town was so cheerful, that the spirits
of the young troopers began to revive.
They had heard much of the beauty of the ladies, and curiosity to behold
them was suddenly awakened in their breasts.
Could they compare with the lovely girls they had left behind? That was
a question which would very soon be answered.
The young troopers now became impatient to get to Preston, and wondered
whether the ladies would come forth to meet them as had been the case at
Lancaster.
In this respect they were disappointed.
There were no ladies at the foot of the hill--none on Friargate
brow--but in the market-place an agreeable surprise awaited them.