perhaps my head, which, though others may think little of it, I would feel it an inconvenience to be deprived of.'

'What on earth is the matter?' said Peveril, with considerable anxiety.

'It seems,' said the Earl of Derby, that Old England, who takes a frolicsome brain-fever once every two or three years, for the benefit of her doctors, and the purification of the torpid lethargy brought on by peace and prosperity, is now gone stark staring mad on the subject of a real or supposed Popish Plot. I read one programme on the subject, by a fellow called Oates, and thought it the most absurd foolery I ever perused. But that cunning fellow Shaftesbury, and some others amongst the great ones, have taken it up, and are driving on at such a rate as makes harness crack, and horses smoke for it. The King, who has sworn never to kiss the pillow his father went to sleep on, temporizes and gives way to the current; the Duke of York, suspected and hated on account of his religion, is about to be driven to the continent; several principal Catholic nobles are in the Tower already; and the nation, like a bull at Tutburyrunning, is persecuted with so many inflammatory rumours and pestilent pamphlets, that she has cocked her tail, flung up her heels, taken the bit between her teeth, and is as furiously unmanageable as in the year 1642.’

'All this you must have known already,' said Peveril; I wonder you told me not of news so important.'

'It would have taken long to tell,' said the Earl; moreover, I desired to have you solus; thirdly, I was about to speak when my mother entered; and, to conclude, it was no business of mine. But these dispatches of my politic mother's private correspondent put a new face on the whole matter; for it seems some of the informers-a trade which, having become a thriving one, is now pursued by many-have dared to glance at the Countess herself as an agent in this same plot-ay, and have found those that are willing enough to believe their report.'

On mine honour,' said Peveril, 'you both take it with great coolness. I think the Countess the more composed of the two; for, except her movement hither, she exhibited no mark of alarm, and, moreover, seemed no way more anxious to communicate the matter to your lordship than decency rendered necessary.'

My good mother,' said the Earl, loves power, though it has cost her dear. I wish I could truly say that my neglect of business is entirely assumed in order to leave it in her hands, but that better motive combines with natural indolence. But she seems to have feared I should not think exactly like her in this emergency, and she was right in supposing so.'

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How comes the emergency upon you?' said Julian; and what form does the danger assume?' Marry, thus it is,' said the Earl: 'I need not bid you remember the affair of Colonel Christian. That man, besides his widow, who is possessed of

large property-Dame Christian of Kirk-Truagh, whom you have often heard of, and perhaps seen -left a brother called Edward Christian, whom you never saw at all. Now this brother-but I dare say you know all about it?'

'Not I, on my honour,' said Peveril; 'you know the Countess seldom or never alludes to the subject.'

'Why,' replied the Earl, I believe in her heart she is something ashamed of that gallant act of royalty and supreme jurisdiction, the consequences of which maimed my estate so cruelly.-Well, cousin, this same Edward Christian was one of the dempsters at the time, and, naturally enough, was unwilling to concur in the sentence which adjudged his aîné to be shot like a dog. My mother, who was then in high force, and not to be controlled by any one, would have served the dempster with the same sauce with which she dressed his brother, had he not been wise enough to fly from the island. Since that time, the thing has slept on all hands and though we knew that Dempster Christian made occasionally secret visits to his friends in the island, along with two or three other Puritans of the same stamp, and particularly a prick-eared rogue, called Bridgenorth, brother-in-law to the deceased, yet my mother, thank Heaven, has hitherto had the sense to connive at them, though, for some reason or other, she holds this Bridgenorth in especial disfavour.'

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' And why,' said Peveril, forcing himself to speak, in order to conceal the very unpleasant surprise

which he felt, 'why does the Countess now depart from so prudent a line of conduct?'

'You must know the case is now different. The rogues are not satisfied with toleration-they would have supremacy. They have found friends in the present heat of the popular mind. My mother's name, and especially that of her confessor, Aldrick the Jesuit, have been mentioned in this beautiful maze of a plot, which, if any such at all exists, she knows as little of as you or I. However, she is a Catholic, and that is enough; and I have little doubt, that if the fellows could seize on our scrap of a kingdom here, and cut all our throats, they would have the thanks of the present house of Commons, as willingly as old Christian had those of the Rump, for a similar service.'

'From whence did you receive all this information?' said Peveril, again speaking, though by the same effort which a man makes who talks in his sleep.

Aldrick has seen the Duke of York in secret, and his Royal Highness, who wept while he confessed his want of power to protect his friendsand it is no trifle will wring tears from him—told him to send us information that we should look to our safety, for that Dempster Christian and Bridgenorth were in the island, with secret and severe orders; that they had formed a considerable party there, and were likely to be owned and protected in any thing they might undertake against us. The people of Ramsey and Castletown are unluckily discontented about some new regulation of the

imposts; and, to tell you the truth, though I thought yesterday's sudden remove a whim of my mother's, I am almost satisfied they would have blockaded us in Rushin Castle, where we could not have held out for lack of provisions. Here we are better supplied, and, as we are on our guard, it is likely the intended rising will not take place.'

And what is to be done in this emergency?' said Peveril.

That is the very question, my gentle coz,' answered the Earl. My mother sees but one way of going to work, and that is by royal authority. Here are the warrants she had prepared, to search for, take, and apprehend the bodies of Edward Christian and Robert-no, Ralph Bridgenorth, and bring them to instant trial. No doubt, she would soon have had them in the Castle court, with a dozen of the old matchlocks levelled against them—that is her way of solving all sudden difficulties.'

'But in which, I trust, you do not acquiesce, my lord,' answered Peveril, whose thoughts instantly reverted to Alice, if they could ever be said to be absent from her.

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Truly, I acquiesce in no such matter,' said the Earl. • William Christian's death cost me a fair half of my inheritance. I have no fancy to fall under the displeasure of my royal brother, King Charles, for a new escapade of the same kind. But how to pacify my mother, I know not. I wish the insurrection would take place, and then, as we are better provided than they can be, we might knock