OF THE GRAND MUSTER AT PITCHCROFT.
Ever since the old city of Worcester was built and encircled by walls,
Pitchcroft has afforded its inhabitants a delightful place for exercise
and recreation. On this broad, flat plain, bounded on the west by the
Severn, and completely overlooked by a natural terrace on the further
bank of the river, many a grand tournament has been held in the days
of our earlier monarchs. Magnificent pavilions and galleries have been
reared upon the wide mead--splendid cavalcades have come forth from
the city gates--nobles, knights, squires, jesters, and fair dames--and
many a lance has been splintered at the royal jousts of Worcester.
In 1225, these displays incurred the displeasure of the Church--a
grand tournament being held on Pitchcroft in that year, when all the
noble personages concerned in it were excommunicated by Bishop Blois.
Sports and pastimes of all kinds have been familiar to the plain from
time immemorial--games which, by a pretty figure of speech, have been
described as Olympian, and which, we rejoice to say, are not altogether
discontinued. Not only has Pitchcroft been the scene of many a
knightly encounter and many a festive meeting, but when the loyal city
was invested, it witnessed frequent conflicts between Cavaliers and
Roundheads, and one well-fought action, in which the fiery Rupert took
part.
On the morning appointed for the Muster, Pitchcroft was even more
thronged than it had been on the previous Sunday, and presented a
far gayer and more animated appearance. A great number of troops was
assembled there, while the new levies were continually pouring into the
plain through Foregate-street.
Before proceeding to the place of rendezvous, the recruits entered the
city, and halted for a time in the area near the Cross, where their
numbers were registered by the mayor and the sheriff, who acted as
commissioners.
Among the principal names inscribed on the muster-roll were those of
Lord Talbot, Sir John Pakington, Sir Walter Blount, Sir Ralph Clare,
Sir Rowland Berkley, Sir John Winford, Mr. Ralph Sheldon of Beoley, Mr.
John Washburn of Witchinford, and Mr. Thomas Hornyold.
Lord Talbot's troop, which was far more numerous than any other, was
composed almost entirely of gentlemen, whose accoutrements and horses
were far superior to those of ordinary cavalry. The regiment was
commanded by Lieutenant-Colonel Mervin Touchet, and subsequently proved
exceedingly efficient. Every Cavalier who came singly to Worcester was
included in some troop or other.
These arrangements were made by Colonel Lane and Colonel Legge,
assisted by Sir Clement Fisher. As quickly as one troop was filled up,
it was sent off to the place of Muster. It was calculated that two
thousand Worcestershire Cavaliers, including of course retainers and
servants, answered the king's summons on that day.
The sight of so many recruits tended materially to dissipate the alarm
not unnaturally excited by the rumours of Cromwell's near approach.
Having begun to distrust the Scottish soldiers, the citizens were glad
to have some defenders on whom they could confidently rely. For this
reason, as well as for their gallant bearing and handsome equipments,
the recruits were lustily cheered as they appeared on the plain.
A large concourse was collected in Foregate-street, and on the northern
walls, to see the new troops come forth. The Scottish regiments of
cavalry and infantry excited but little curiosity; the chief objects
of interest being the numerous small bodies of horse, extending for a
quarter of a mile on the left--each little troop with its officers in
front.
The effect of this arrangement was extremely good, and delighted the
spectators on the city walls and those on the west bank of the river.
The last troop had just got into its place, when the shrill notes of
the pibroch were heard, and the Highlanders, with Colonel Pitscottie at
their head, marched forth, and were received with cheers by the crowd
assembled in Foregate-street.
Acclamations greeted the king. His majesty looked extremely well, and
charmed the beholders, as he always did, by the extreme affability of
his demeanour. On this occasion he was only attended by Careless and
Colonel Blague. The recruits instantly attracted his attention--their
numbers giving him manifest pleasure--and he expressed his satisfaction
at beholding them audibly to his attendants.
He had not proceeded far, when the mayor and the sheriff advanced to
meet him.
Opening a scroll which he held in his hand, the mayor in a loud
voice recited the long list of loyal gentlemen of the county who had
responded to his majesty's summons. The king looked highly gratified,
and repeated each name as it was given out.
When the mayor had made an end, Charles rode towards Lord Talbot, who
was nearest him on the left, and while surveying his splendid troop
with admiration, called out, so that all might hear him:
"Why, my good lord, these are all gentlemen. Better mounted, better
equipped Cavaliers, I would not desire to see."
"They are _all_ loyal gentlemen," replied Lord Talbot, bowing; "and as
such I am proud to present them to your majesty."
"Long live the king! Confusion to his enemies!" shouted the gallant
band, brandishing their swords.
The shout was caught up by the next troop, which was commanded by Sir
John Pakington, and was echoed far and wide.
After a few complimentary observations to Colonel Touchet, Charles
moved on, inspecting in turn all the new-raised troops. Had loyalty
been chilled in any breast, his majesty's gracious manner would have
kindled it anew--but all were loyal. The king could not help noting
that in almost every troop gentlemen had joined, and horses and
accoutrements were generally so good that officers could scarcely be
distinguished from privates.
Captain Hornyold's troop was stationed near the Scottish cavalry--Sir
Clement Fisher acting as second captain. But the real commander, in the
king's estimation, was Jane Lane, who was posted in front of her steed.
A glance of triumph lighted up her fine eyes as Charles addressed her:
"You only want arms to become a veritable Amazon."
"I will wear them if your majesty commands."
"No, you have brought me so many recruits that it is unnecessary. How
many troops have you helped to fill up?"
"I have done my best, sire, but I have not brought you half so many as
I could desire. The Worcestershire gentry are loyal, but irresolute and
cautious--I will not use stronger epithets. They try to excuse their
lukewarmness on the ground that they suffered so much from fines and
sequestrations during the Civil Wars. But, as I tell them, that is no
excuse. They ought to risk all--sacrifice all, if need be--for their
sovereign. Many have come here to-day. But," she added, with a look
of mingled grief and indignation, "some, on whom I fully counted, are
absent."
"I scarcely miss them. When I have won a battle, they will hasten to
rally round my standard, but I shall know how to distinguish between
late comers, and those who have been true to me in the hour of peril."
"All here are true men, my liege. I would not say as much, for yon
Scottish soldiers." Then lowering her voice so as only to be heard by
the king, she added: "Do not trust Lesley, sire. He may play you false."
"Why do you entertain these suspicions?"
"From what I hear of the conduct of his men, and of his own discourse.
Heaven grant my fears may prove groundless!"
"If Lesley proves a traitor I am undone, for he commands the third of
my army, and his men will obey no other leader. But I will not believe
him false."
"What news has your majesty of the Earl of Derby?" asked Jane, still
in the same whispered accents. "Pardon the question. 'Tis prompted by
the deep interest I feel----"
"No messenger from the earl has arrived as yet. But I have no
apprehensions of a reverse. Doubtless, he is marching hither with the
levies he has obtained, but has been compelled to turn aside from the
direct route to avoid Cromwell."
"Would he were here now!" exclaimed Jane, earnestly.
"I would so too," responded Charles, with equal fervour. "But he will
not fail me at the right moment, and will cut through any opposing
force to join me."
"Is it not strange you have not heard from him, sire?"
"Not so strange--since the enemy is between us. Besides, if he has
not effectually disposed of Lilburn, he may be harassed by him in his
march. A few hours, I trust, will bring me tidings of the friend on
whom I reckon most."
Banishing the gloom that had gathered on his brow during his converse
with Jane, he turned to Captain Hornyold, and delighted that loyal
gentleman by his praises.
Having completed his inspection of the new troops, Charles proceeded
towards the centre of the plain, where Pitscottie and his Highlanders
were drawn up. Here he stationed himself, and immediately afterwards it
became evident, from the movement that took place, that the recruits
were about to march past.
With as much promptitude and precision as if they had belonged to the
regular cavalry, Captain Hornyold's troop came up. By the side of their
leader rode Jane Lane, but she proceeded no further, being called upon
by the king to take a place beside him.
Each little troop rode past in rapid succession--each being commended
by the king in no measured terms--and they all deserved his praises,
for a finer set of men were never got together.
Almost all of them were in the full vigour of manhood, and the ardour
displayed in their looks and bearing, and in the shouts they could
not repress, formed a striking contrast to the sullen visages and
moody silence of the Scottish soldiers, who seemed to regard their new
comrades with aversion.
But the coldness of the Scots was more than compensated for by the
genuine enthusiasm of the citizens, who put no bounds to their
rapturous delight, and shouted lustily as the new troops rode by. Every
officer, and indeed almost every one in each company, being known, they
were familiarly addressed by name, and cheered individually as well as
collectively by the spectators.
After defiling past the king, the troops were formed into four
regiments of five hundred each--respectively commanded by Colonel
Mervin Touchet, Colonel Legge, Colonel Wogan, and Colonel Lane.
Attended by Lord Talbot, Sir John Pakington, Sir Walter Blount, Sir
Ralph Clare, Sir Rowland Berkley, and Sir John Winford, the king rode
slowly past them--ever and anon raising his hat--and manifesting by his
looks the high gratification he felt.
Amid the loud and reiterated cheers of the concourse, his majesty
then returned to the city--preceded by Colonel Pitscottie and his
Highlanders, and attended by the gentlemen we have just mentioned.