to thrust his hands into the pockets of his small-clothes,
which were turned inside out and displayed upon his legs,
like tassels, surveyed the household with a gloomy dignity.
"Simon,' 1 said the locksmith gravely, "how comes it that
you return home at this time of night, and in this condition ?
Give me an assurance that you have not been among the
rioters, and I am satisfied."
"Sir," replied Mr. Tappertit, with a contemptuous look,
" I wonder at your assurance in making such demands."
"You have been drinking," said the locksmith.
"As a general principle, and in the most offensive sense
of the words, sir," returned his journeyman with great self-
possession, "I consider you a liar. In that last observation
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you have unintentionally unintentionally, sir, struck upon
the truth. 11
" Martha, 11 said the locksmith, turning to his wife, and
shaking his head sorrowfully, while a smile at the absurd
figure before him still played upon his open face, "I trust
it may turn out that this poor lad is not the victim of the
knaves and fools we have so often had words about, and who
have done so much harm to-day. If he has been at Warwick-
street or Duke-street to-night "
" He has been at neither, sir, 11 cried Mr. Tappertit in a
loud voice, which he suddenly dropped into a whisper as he
repeated, with eyes fixed upon the locksmith, "he has been
at neither. 11
"I am glad of it, with all my heart, 11 said the locksmith
in a serious tone ; " for if he had been, and it could be
proved against him, Martha, your Great Association would
have been to him the cart that draws men to the gallows
and leaves them hanging in the air. It would, as sure as
we're alive ! "
Mrs. Varden was too much scared by Simon's altered
manner and appearance, and by the accounts of the rioters
which had reached her ears that night, to offer any retort,
or to have recourse to her usual matrimonial policy. Miss
Miggs wrung her hands, and wept.
" He was not at Duke-street, or at Warwick-street, G.
Varden, 11 said Simon, sternly ; " but he zoos at Westminster.
Perhaps, sir, he kicked a county member, perhaps, sir, he
tapped a lord you may stare, sir, I repeat it blood flowed
from noses, and perhaps he tapped a lord. Who knows ?
This, 11 he added, putting his hand into his waistcoat-pocket,
and taking out a large tooth, at the sight of which both
Miggs and Mrs. Varden screamed, "this was a bishop's.
Beware, G. Varden ! "
"Now, I would rather, 11 said the locksmith hastily, "have
paid five hundred pounds, than had this come to pass. You
idiot, do you know what peril you stand in ? "
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"I know it, sir, 1 ' replied his journeyman, "and it is my
glory. I was there, everybody saw me there. I was con-
spicuous, and prominent. I will abide the consequences."
The locksmith, really disturbed and agitated, paced to and
fro in silence glancing at his former 'prentice every now
and then and at length stopping before him, said :
"Get to bed, and sleep for a couple of hours that you
may wake penitent, and with some of your senses about you.
Be sorry for what you have done, and we will try to save
you. If I call him by five o'clock," said Varden, turning
hurriedly to his wife, " and he washes himself clean and
changes his dress, he may get to the Tower Stairs, and away
by the Gravesend tide-boat, before any search is made for
him. From there he can easily get on to Canterbury, where
your cousin will give him work till this storm has blown
over. I am not sure that I do right in screening him from
the punishment he deserves, but he has lived in this house,
man and boy, for a dozen years, and I should be sorry if for
this one day's work he made a miserable end. Lock the
front-door, Miggs, and show no light towards the street when
you go up-stairs. Quick, Simon ! Get to bed ! "
" And do you suppose, sir," retorted Mr. Tappertit, with
a thickness and slowness of speech which contrasted forcibly
with the rapidity and earnestness of his kind-hearted master
"and do you suppose, sir, that I am base and mean enough
to accept your servile proposition ? Miscreant ! "
" Whatever you please, Sim, but get to bed. Every minute
is of consequence. The light here, Miggs ! "
" Yes yes, oh do ! Go to bed directly," cried the two
Mr. Tappertit stood upon his feet, and pushing his chair
away to show that he needed no assistance, answered, swaying
himself to and fro, and managing his head as if it had no
connection whatever with his body :
" You spoke of Miggs, sir Miggs may be smothered ! "
"Oh Simmun!" ejaculated that young lady in a faint
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voice. " Oh mini ! Oh sir ! Oh goodness gracious, what a
turn he has give me ! "
"This family may all be smothered, sir," returned Mr.
Tappertit, after glancing at her with a smile of ineffable
disdain, "excepting Mrs. V. I have come here, sir, for her
sake, this night. Mrs. Varden, take this piece of paper.
It 1 * a protection, ma'am. You may need it."
With these words he held out at arm's length, a dirty
crumpled scrap of writing. The locksmith took it from him,
opened it, and read as follows :
" All good friends to our cause, I hope will be particular,
and do no injury to the property of any true Protestant. I
am well assured that the proprietor of this house is a staunch
and worthy friend to the cause.
" What's this ! " said the locksmith, with an altered
"Something that'll do you good service, young feller,"
replied his journeyman, "as you'll find. Keep that safe, and
where you can lay your hand upon it in an instant. And
chalk 'No Popery' on your door to-morrow night, and for a
week to come that's all."
" This is a genuine document," said the locksmith, " I
know, for I have seen the hand before. W r hat threat does
it imply ? What devil is abroad ? "
"A fiery devil," retorted Sim; "a flaming, furious devil.
Don't you put yourself in its way, or you're done for, my
buck. Be warned in time, G. Varden. Farewell ! "
But here the two women threw themselves in his way
especially Miss Miggs, who fell upon him with such fervour
that she pinned him against the wall and conjured him in
moving w^ords not to go forth till he was sober; to listen
to reason ; to think of it ; to take some rest, and then
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" I tell you," Scaid Mr. Tappertit. " that my mind is made
up. My bleeding country calls me and I go ! Miggs, if
you don't get out of the way, I'll pinch you."
Mi.ss Miggs, still clinging to the rebel, screamed once
vociferously but whether in the distraction of her mind, or
because of his having executed his threat, is uncertain.
" Release me,' 1 said Simon, struggling to free himself
from her chaste, but spider-like embrace. " Let me go ! I
have made arrangements for you in an altered state of society,
and mean to provide for you comfortably in life there !
Will that satisfy you?' 1
" Oh Simmun ! " cried Miss Miggs. " Oh my blessed
Simmun ! Oh mini ! what are my feelings at this conflicting
moment ! "
Of a rather turbulent description, it would seem ; for her
nightcap had been knocked off in the scuffle, and she was
on her knees upon the floor, making a strange revelation of
blue and yellow curl-papers, straggling locks of hair, tags
of stay laces, and strings of it's impossible to say what;
panting for breath, clasping her hands, turning her eyes
upwards, shedding abundance of tears, and exhibiting various
other symptoms of the acutest mental suffering.
" I leave," said Simon, turning to his master, with an
utter disregard of Miggs's maidenly affliction, "a box of
things up-stairs. Do what you like with 'em. / don't want
'em. I'm never coming back here, any more. Provide your-
self, sir, with a journeyman ; I'm my country's journeyman ;
henceforward that's my line of business."
" Be what you like in two hours' time, but now go up
to bed," returned the locksmith, planting himself in the
doorway. " Do you hear me ? Go to bed ! "
" I hear you, and defy you, Varden," rejoined Simon
Tappertit. "This night, sir, I have been in the country,
planning an expedition which shall fill your bell-hanging
soul with wonder and dismay. The plot demands my utmost
energy. Let me pass ! "
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" Til knock you down if you come near the door," replied
the locksmith. " You had better go to bed ! "
Simon made no answer, but gathering himself up as
straight as he could, plunged head foremost at his old master,
and the two went driving out into the workshop together,
plying their hands and feet so briskly that they looked like
half-a-dozen, while Miggs and Mrs. Varden screamed for
It would have been easy for Varden to knock his old
'prentice down, and bind him hand and foot; but as he
was loth to hurt him in his then defenceless state, he con-
tented himself with parrying his blows when he could, taking
them in perfect good part when he could not, and keeping
between him and the door, until a favourable opportunity
should present itself for forcing him to retreat up-stairs, and
shutting him up in his own room. But, in the goodness of
his heart, he calculated too much upon his adversary's weak-
ness, and forgot that drunken men who have lost the power
of walking steadily, can often run. Watching his time,
Simon Tappertit made a cunning show of falling back,
staggered unexpectedly forward, brushed past him, opened
the door (he knew the trick of that lock well), and darted
down the street like a mad dog. The locksmith paused for
a moment in the excess of his astonishment, and then
It was an excellent season for a run, for at that silent
hour the streets were deserted, the air was cool, and the
flying figure before him distinctly visible at a great distance,
as it sped away, with a long gaunt shadow following at its
heels. But the short-winded locksmith had no chance against
a man of Sim's youth and spare figure, though the day had
been when he could have run him down in no time. The
space between them rapidly increased, and as the rays of
the rising sun streamed upon Simon in the act of turning a
distant corner, Gabriel Varden was fain to give up, and sit
down on a door-step to fetch his breath. Simon meanwhile,
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without once stopping, fled at the same degree of swiftness
to The Boot, where, as he well knew, some of his company
were lying, and at which respectable hostelry for he had
already acquired the distinction of being in great peril of
the law a friendly watch had been expecting him all night,
and was even now on the look-out for his coming.
"Go thy ways, Sim, go thy ways,"" said the locksmith,
as soon as he could speak. "I have done my best for thee,
poor lad, and would have saved thee, but the rope is round
thy neck, I fear."
So saying, and shaking his head in a very sorrowful and
disconsolate manner, he turned back, and soon re-entered
his own house, where Mrs. Varden and the faithful Miggs
had been anxiously expecting his return.
Now Mrs. Varden (and by consequence Miss Miggs like-
wise) was impressed with a secret misgiving that she had
done wrong ; that she had, to the utmost of her small means,
aided and abetted the growth of disturbances, the end of
which it was impossible to foresee ; that she had led remotely
to the scene which had just passed ; and that the locksmith's
time for triumph and reproach had now arrived indeed.
And so strongly did Mrs. Varden feel this, and so crestfallen
was she in consequence, that while her husband was pursuing
their lost journeyman, she secreted under her chair the
little red-brick dwelling-house with the yellow roof, lest it
should furnish new occasion for reference to the painful
theme ; and now hid the same still more, with the skirts
of her dress.
But it happened that the locksmith had been thinking of
this very article on his way home, and that, coming into the
room and not seeing it, he at once demanded where it was.
Mrs. Varden had no resource but to produce it, which she
did with many tears, and broken protestations that if she
could have known
"Yes, yes," said Varden, "of course I know that. I
don't mean to reproach you, my dear. But recollect from
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this time that all good things perverted to evil purposes, are
worse than those which are naturally bad. A thoroughly
wicked woman, is wicked indeed. When religion goes wrong,
she is very wrong, for the same reason. Let us say no more
about it, my dear."
So he dropped the red-brick dwelling-house on the floor,
and setting his heel upon it, crushed it into pieces. The
halfpence, and sixpences, and other voluntary contributions,
rolled about in all directions, but nobody offered to touch
them, or to take them up.
" That," said the locksmith, " is easily disposed of, and I
would to Heaven that everything growing out of the same
society could be settled as easily."
"It happens very fortunately, Varden," said his wife,
with her handkerchief to her eyes, "that in case any more
disturbances should happen which I hope not ; I sincerely
hope not "
"I hope so too, my dear."
" That in case any should occur, we have the piece of
paper which that poor misguided young man brought."
"Ay, to be sure," said the locksmith, turning quickly
round. " Where is that piece of paper ? "
Mrs. Varden stood aghast as he took it from her out-
stretched hand, tore it into fragments, and threw them under
" Not use it ? " she said.
" Use it ! " cried the locksmith. " No ! Let them come
and pull the roof about our ears; let them burn us out of
house and home; Td neither have the protection of their
leader, nor chalk their howl upon my door, though, for not
doing it, they shot me on my own threshold. Use it ! Let
them come and do their worst. The first man who crosses
my door-step on such an errand as theirs, had better be a
hundred miles away. Let him look to it. The others may
have their will. I wouldn't beg or buy them off, if, instead
of every pound of iron in the place, there was a hundred-
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weight of gold. Get you to bed, Martha. I shall take down
the shutters and go to work.""
" So early ! " said his wife.
"Ay," replied the locksmith cheerily, "so early. Come
when they may, they shall not find us skulking and hiding,
as if we feared to take our portion of the light of day, and
left it all to them. So pleasant dreams to you, my dear,
and cheerful sleep ! "
With that he gave his wife a hearty kiss, and bade her
delay no longer, or it would be time to rise before she lay
down to rest. Mrs. Varden quite amiably and meekly walked
up-stairs, followed by Miggs, who, although a good deal
subdued, could not refrain from sundry stimulative coughs
and sniffs by the way, or from holding up her hands in
astonishment at the daring conduct of master.
A MOB is usually a creature of very mysterious existence,
particularly in a large city. Where it comes from or whither
it goes, few men can tell. Assembling and dispersing with
equal suddenness, it is as difficult to follow to its various
sources as the sea itself; nor does the parallel stop here, for
the ocean is not more fickle and uncertain, more terrible
when roused, more unreasonable, or more cruel.
The people who were boisterous at Westminster upon the
Friday morning, and were eagerly bent upon the work of
devastation in Duke-street and Warwick-street at night, were,
in the mass, the same. Allowing for the chance accessions
of which any crowd is morally sure in a town where there
must always be a large number of idle and profligate persons,
one and the same mob was at both places. Yet they spread
themselves in various directions when they dispersed in the
afternoon, made no appointment for re-assembling, had no
definite purpose or design, and indeed, for anything they
knew, were scattered beyond the hope of future union.
At The Boot, which, as has been shown, was in a manner
the head-quarters of the rioters, there were not, upon this
Friday night, a dozen people. Some slept in the stable and
outhouses, some in the common room, some two or three in
beds. The rest were in their usual homes or haunts. Perhaps
not a score in all lay in the adjacent fields and lanes, and
under haystacks, or near the warmth of brick-kilns, who had
not their accustomed place of rest beneath the open sky.
HEAD-QUARTERS OF THE RIOTERS.
As to the public ways within the town, they had their
ordinary nightly occupants, and no others ; the usual amount
of vice and wretchedness, but no more.
The experience of one evening, however, had taught the
reckless leaders of disturbance, that they had but to show
themselves in the streets, to be immediately surrounded by
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materials which they could only have kept together when
their aid was not required, at great risk, expense, and trouble.
Once possessed of this secret, they were as confident as if
twenty thousand men, devoted to their will, had been en-
camped about them, and assumed a confidence which could
not have been surpassed, though that had really been the
case. All day, Saturday, they remained quiet. On Sunday,
they rather studied how to keep their men within call, and
in full hope, than to follow out, by any fierce measure, their
first day's proceedings.
"I hope," said Dennis, as, with a loud yawn, he raised his
body from a heap of straw on which he had been sleeping,
and supporting his head upon his hand, appealed to Hugh
on Sunday morning, " that Muster Gashford allows some
rest ? Perhaps he'd have us at work again already, eh ? "
" It's not his way to let matters drop, you may be sure of
that," growled Hugh in answer. " I'm in no humour to stir
yet, though. I'm as stiff as a dead body, and as full of ugly
scratches as if I had been fighting all day yesterday with
" You've so much enthusiasm, that's it," said Dennis,
looking with great admiration at the uncombed head, matted
beard, and torn hands and face of the wild figure before him ;
"you're such a devil of a fellow. You hurt yourself a
hundred times more than you need, because you will be
foremost in everything, and will do more than the rest."
"For the matter of that," returned Hugh, shaking back
his ragged hair and glancing towards the door of the stable
in which they lay ; " there's one yonder as good as me.
What did I tell you about him? Did I say he was worth
a dozen, when you doubted him ? "
Mr. Dennis rolled lazily over upon his breast, and resting
his chin upon his hand in imitation of the attitude in which
Hugh lay, said, as he too looked towards the door :
"Ay, ay, you knew him, brother, you knew him. But
who'd suppose to look at that chap now, that he could be
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the man he is ! Isn't it a thousand cruel pities, brother,
that instead of taking his nat'ral rest and qualifying himself
for further exertions in this here /honourable cause, he should
be playing at soldiers like a boy ? And his cleanliness too ! "
said Mr. Dennis, who certainly had no reason to entertain
n fellow feeling with anybody who was particular on that
score ; " what weakness he's guilty of, with respect to his
cleanliness ! At five o'clock this morning, there he was at
the pump, though any one would think he had gone through
enough, the day before yesterday, to be pretty fast asleep at
that time. But no when I woke for a minute or two,
there he was at the pump, and if you'd seen him sticking them
peacock's feathers into his hat when he'd done washing ah !
I'm sorry he's such a imperfect character, but the best on us
is incomplete in some pint of view or another."
The subject of this dialogue and of these concluding
remarks, which were uttered in a tone of philosophical
meditation, was, as the reader will have divined, no other
than Barnaby, who, with his flag in his hand, stood sentry
in the little patch of sunlight at the distant door, or walked
to and fro outside, singing softly to himself, and keeping
time to the music of some clear church bells. Whether he
stood still, leaning with both hands on the flag-staff, or,
bearing it upon his shoulder, paced slowly up and down, the
careful arrangement of his poor dress, and his erect and
lofty bearing, showed how high a sense he had of the great
importance of his trust, and how happy and how proud it
made him. To Hugh and his companion, who lay in a dark
corner of the gloomy shed, he, and the sunlight, and the
peaceful Sabbath sound to which he made response, seemed
like a bright picture framed by the door, and set off' by the
stable's blackness. The whole formed such a contrast to
themselves, as they lay wallowing, like some obscene animals,
in their squalor and wickedness on the two heaps of straw,
that for a few moments they looked on without speaking,
and felt almost ashamed.
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"Ah ! " said Hugh at length, carrying it off with a laugh :
"he's a rare fellow is Barnaby, and can do more, with less
rest, or meat, or drink, than any of us. As to his soldiering,
/ put him on duty there."
"Then there was a object in it, and a proper good one
too, Til be sworn," retorted Dennis with a broad grin, and an
oath of the same quality. " What was it, brother ? "
" Why, you see," said Hugh, crawling a little nearer to
him, " that our noble captain yonder, came in yesterday
morning rather the worse for liquor, and was like you and
me ditto last night."
Dennis looked to where Simon Tappertit lay coiled upon a
truss of hay, snoring profoundly, and nodded.
"And our noble captain," continued Hugh with another
laugh, " our noble captain and I, have planned for to-morrow
a roaring expedition, with good profit in it."
" Again the Papists ? " asked Dennis, rubbing his hands.
" Ay, against the Papists against one of ""em at least, that
some of us, and I for one, owe a good heavy grudge to."
" Not Muster Gashford's friend that he spoke to us about
in my house, eh ? " said Dennis, brimful of pleasant expecta-
, "The same man," said Hugh.
" That's your sort," cried Mr. Dennis, gaily shaking hands
with him, " that's the kind of game. Let's have revenges
and injuries, and all that, and we shall get on twice as fast.
Now you talk, indeed ! "
" Ha ha ha ! The captain," added Hugh, " has thoughts
of carrying off a woman in the bustle, and ha ha ha ! and
so have I ! "
Mr. Dennis received this part of the scheme with a wry
face, observing that as a general principle he objected to
women altogether, as being unsafe and slippery persons on
whom there was no calculating with any certainty, and who
were never in the same mind for four-and-twenty hours at a
stretch. He might have expatiated on this suggestive theme
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at much greater length, but that it occurred to him to ask
what connection existed between the proposed expedition and
Barnaby's being posted at the stable-door as sentry ; to
which Hugh cautiously replied in these words :
"Why, the people we mean to visit, were friends of his,
once upon a time, and I know that much of him to feel
pretty sure that if he thought we were going to do them
any harm, he\l be no friend to our side, but would lend a
ready hand to the other. So I've persuaded him (for I know
him of old) that Lord George has picked him out to guard
this place to-morrow while we're away, and that it's a great
honour and so he's on duty now, and as proud of it as if
he was a general. Ha ha ! What do you say to me for a
careful man as well as a devil of a one ? "
Mr. Dennis exhausted himself in compliments, and then
" But about the expedition itself "
"About that," said Hugh, "you shall hear all particulars
from me and the great captain conjointly and both together
for see, he's waking up. Rouse yourself, lion-heart. Ha
ha ! Put a good face upon it, and drink again. Another
hair of the dog that bit you, captain ! Call for drink !
There's enough of gold and silver cups and candlesticks
buried underneath my bed," he added, rolling back the straw,
and pointing to where the ground was newly turned, " to
pay for it, if it was a score of casks full. Drink, captain ! "
Mr. Tappertit received these jovial promptings with a
very bad grace, being much the worse, both in mind and
body, for his two nights of debauch, and but indifferently
able to stand upon his legs. With Hugh's assistance, how-
ever, he contrived to stagger to the pump; and having
refreshed himself with an abundant draught of cold water,
and a copious shower of the same refreshing liquid on his