HOW THE ENEMY ENTERED THE CITY, AND HOW THE KING QUITTED IT.
Meanwhile, a sharp conflict was taking place outside the Sidbury-gate
between a party of flying Royalists and a troop of horse under Colonel
Pride. The unlucky Royalists were unable to enter the city owing to
the obstacle before mentioned, and, after a short struggle, were slain
to a man in front of the gate.
The ammunition waggon being removed, a regiment of infantry rushed
in through the Sidbury-gate, and encountering no opposition, the men
spread themselves through the lower streets of the city, and commenced
plundering the houses.
The loyal city was now paying the penalty of its devotion to the king.
Terror and confusion reigned everywhere. Doors were burst open, and the
most horrible threats were answered by shrieks and cries for pity, but
no pity was shown by the ferocious soldiery.
By this time Fort Royal had been stormed, as we have already related,
and its guns being turned upon the city, the destruction caused in
various parts by the shot heightened the terror of the inhabitants.
Desperate fighting was going on in all quarters, and nothing was heard
but the clash of steel, the sharp ring of musketry, and the roar of
artillery, mingled with shouts and cries.
Fleetwood and Ingoldsby had now forced their way across the bridge,
but their entrance into the city was furiously opposed by such forces
as could be rallied by Lord Wilmot, Colonel Blague, Colonel Lane,
and others, but the contest was too unequal, and could not be long
sustained.
As both horse and foot were now continually pouring into the city on
all sides, conflicts were taking place in almost every street. There
was desperate fighting on the west as well as on the east. There
was fighting on the quay--in Newport-street and Dolday--near All
Saints' Church--and in Broad-street. There was no fighting near the
Cross--for the Foregate, as already mentioned, had been walled up--and,
indeed, the enemy chiefly entered the city from the Sidbury-gate,
from Friars'-gate, and from the bridge. But there was a great deal
of fighting in Friars'-street, Lich-street, and multitudes of armed
citizens and artillerymen who had been driven from the walls were
running about in different directions. Hundreds of these were killed,
for quarter was given to none with arms in their hands, and the streets
were full of dead bodies.
The Scottish infantry tamely surrendered, and were shut up in the
cathedral. They had better have died valiantly, for they were
afterwards sold as slaves to the plantations. But other Scottish
regiments behaved with the greatest resolution, and if all had done
equally well, the result of the day might have been different. Castle
Hill, as we know, had been strongly fortified, and was held by the Earl
of Rothes, Sir William Hamilton, and Colonel Drummond, with a party
of brave and loyal Scots. The fortress was attacked by Lambert and
Harrison, but was so obstinately defended that its leaders were able to
capitulate on advantageous terms.
Having thus endeavoured to describe the frightful condition to which
the city was reduced by the entrance of the enemy, we will now return
to Charles, whom we left proceeding in a most melancholy frame of mind,
and wholly unattended, towards the College Green. So cast down was he
at the moment that he scarcely took note of anything that was passing
around him, when he was suddenly roused from his fit of despondency by
seeing a large troop of horse issue from the college gates. It was a
party of Cavaliers headed by the Earl of Derby, Lord Cleveland, Colonel
Roscarrock, Colonel Wogan, and Careless, and on making this discovery
he immediately rode up, and was welcomed with the greatest delight by
the Earl of Derby, as well as by his faithful attendant Careless. The
greatest uneasiness had been felt for his safety, and it was feared he
might have fallen into the hands of the enemy. Nor were the Cavaliers
composing the troop less delighted, and their enthusiasm quickly raised
his drooping spirits. He put himself at their head, and, despite the
entreaties of the Earl of Derby that he would seek safety in flight, he
led them towards the Sidbury-gate.
But they had scarcely descended Lich-street when Colonel Pride's
regiment of horse was seen advancing, and an instant onset upon it was
made. As on all previous occasions, the first advantage was with the
Cavaliers, but Pride and his men were not to be driven back. As soon as
it was discovered that Charles was with the party, an attempt was made
by Pride to capture him, and it would have been successful if Careless
had not flown to his rescue.
The Cavaliers still made a desperate struggle, but it was evident they
could not hold out long. Charles, who had been left for a few minutes
in the rear after his rescue, was again about to place himself at their
head, but Careless earnestly besought him to fly.
"The day is lost, my liege--utterly lost!" exclaimed this faithful
attendant. "Save yourself, while there is yet time. We can hold out
long enough to cover your escape. Fly, I entreat you."
"No. I cannot--will not--abandon my faithful followers," cried Charles.
"Your presence unnerves us, my liege," implored Careless. "See you
not that the enemy is resolved to capture you, or slay you. Baulk his
design by instant flight. We will prevent all pursuit till you are
safe. Quit the city by St. Martin's-gate. 'Tis the only safe outlet.
Ride on to Barbourne Bridge, where those of us who are left alive will
join you when all is over here."
Charles yielded to these entreaties, though with the greatest
reluctance, and Careless rushed to the front. Captain Woolfe and Vosper
chanced to be near the king at the time, and he ordered them to follow
him. Divining his intentions, they instantly obeyed.
On the way to St. Martin's-gate, he had to pass the ancient mansion
which he had latterly made his private quarters, and wishing to enter
it for a moment to take off the heaviest part of his armour, which
might incommode him during his flight, and possess himself of some
valuables he had left behind, he dismounted, and giving his steed to
Vosper, entered the house.
His imprudence in doing so had well-nigh led to his capture. He did
not imagine that his flight had been discovered by the enemy, but he
was mistaken. Quick eyes had been upon him at the time. Colonel James,
who had recovered from his wounds, was with the Parliamentarians, and
seeing the king quit his adherents, guessed his purpose.
But for some minutes pursuit was impossible, owing to the obstinate
resistance of the Cavaliers. At length, Colonel James, accompanied by
a dozen dragoons, forced his way into New-street, and was galloping
along it when he caught sight of Woolfe and Vosper with the king's
horse. They instantly disappeared, but he had seen enough. He knew
that Charles had made that old mansion his private quarters, and felt
convinced he must be within it at the time.
Galloping up, he entered with half a dozen of his troopers, leaving the
rest on guard outside. Luckily for Charles, his pursuers had neglected
to secure a door that opened into the Corn Market. Before moving off,
Woolfe and Vosper gave the alarm. The king had already divested himself
of his armour, and was prepared for flight. At the very moment that
Colonel James and his troopers entered, he passed out at the back.
Not many persons were in the Corn Market at the time, and the few he
encountered being staunch Royalists, would have protected him with
their lives, rather than have betrayed him. Woolfe and Vosper were not
in sight, but he learnt they had gone out by St. Martin's-gate.
Hurrying thither, he passed through the gate without interference--for
the Parliamentarians had not yet placed a guard there--and in another
instant was joined by his attendants, who brought him his horse.
Quickly mounting his steed, he galloped off in the direction of
Barbourne Bridge. He was not pursued--false information being given to
Colonel James, which led him to believe that the royal fugitive had not
quitted the city.
After awhile Charles slackened his pace, but just then he heard the
trampling of horse behind him, and fancying the enemy was on his track,
was about to gallop on, when he discovered that his fancied pursuers
were a small party of his own cavalry. He then faced about, and as the
troop drew nearer, found that at its head were the Duke of Buckingham
and the Earl of Lauderdale. A painful meeting took place between the
king and the two nobles. They were seeking safety in flight, and were
rejoiced to find that his majesty had escaped.
Soon afterwards, several small parties of Royalists overtook them--no
other route being open to the fugitives. Charles, therefore, had no
lack of attendants.
On reaching Barbourne Bridge, to his great surprise, he found Lesley
and his regiment of horse.
"Soh! you are here," he cried, furiously. "I sought for you in vain in
the city. Your men must be fresh since they have taken no part in the
fight. Come back with me at once and help me to retrieve the fortune of
the day."
"Sire," replied Lesley, calmly, "the contest from the first has been
hopeless, and your troops are now annihilated. It would be madness to
return. I have been waiting for you here."
"Waiting for me?" exclaimed Charles.
"Ay, waiting for you, sire. I knew you would come this way, since none
other is open to you. I am ready to conduct you to Scotland."
"But I will not return thither to be the slave I have been," cried
Charles. "I will rather die in England."
"Humour him, my liege--humour him. He may be of use now," observed
Buckingham, in a low tone.
"Your majesty has now no option," remarked Lesley, coldly. "You must
go back to Scotland. I will insure you a safe retreat. 'Tis for that
purpose I have reserved my troops."
"Say you so?" cried Charles. "Then I must needs go with you. But I must
wait here for my friends."
"Your majesty will have to wait long ere some of them join you," said
Lesley.
"At least they have not deserted me," rejoined the king.