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"ward, as it proved. At six, a Council of War. Cromwell, "greatly to our joy, has just come-in from the Associated "Counties, — 'received with shouts.' Major Harrison, with "horse, is sent towards Daventry to explore; Ireton, also with "horse, to the Northward, after the King's main-body. 'We,' "Fairfax's main-body, now set forward'towards Harborough,' "flanking the King; and that night, — Friday, 13th June,— "arrive (not at'Gilling,' as Sprigge has it, — is there any such "place? — but) at Guilsborough.* Which is' the last of the "Slaves.
"The King's van is now, this Friday night, at Harborough; "his rear is quartered in Naseby* — where Ireton beats them up "(probably about half-past nine), 'taking prisoners,'&c: and "so the fugitives rouse the King out of his bed 'at Luben"ham;'** — who thereupon drives-off to Prince Rupert at "Harborough; arrives about midnight; calls a Council ('rest"ing himself in a chair in a low room,' till Rupert and the rest "get on their clothes); and there, after debate,*** determines "on turning back to beat the Roundheads for this affront. — "Ireton lies atNaseby, therefore; 'we' (Fairfax and the Army), "at Guilsborough, all this night.
"Battle of Naseby. Saturday, 14th June 1645. Starting "at three in the morning, we arrive about five at Naseby. King '*'reported to be at Harborough,' uncertain whitherward next: "behold, 'great bodies of his troops are seen coming over the "Hill from Harborough towards us;'— he has turned, and is "for fighting us then! We]put our Army in order,— 'large "fallow field northwest of Naseby,''the brow of the Hill running "east and west' 'for something like a mile:' King has sunk out "of sight in a hollow; but' comes up again nearer us,f and "now evidently drawn-out for battle, we fall back, 'about a "hundred paces, from the brow of the Hill,' to hide ourselves "and oUr plans: he'rushes on the faster, thinking we run "('much of his ordnance left behind'): the Battle joins on the "very brow of the Hill. Their word, Queen Mary; ours, God ais our Strength.
"About Three-hundred Musketeers of ours on the Left Wing, "are advanced a little, as a forlorn, down the steep of the Hill; "they retire firing, as Rupert charges up: Ireton and Skippon "command in this quarter; ,'Lantford Hedges,' a kind [of "thicket which runs right down the Hill, is lined with Colonel "Okey and his dragoons,— all on foot at present, and firing "lustily on Rupert as he gallops past. — Cromwell is on the ex"treme Right (easternmost part of the Hill): he, especially "Whalley under him, dashes down before the Enemy's charge "upwards (which is led byLangdale) can take effect; scatters "said charge to the winds; not without hard cutting: a good "Jdeal impeded 'by furze-bushes' and 'a cony-warren.' These "Royalist Horse, Langdale's, fled all behind their own Foot, "' a quarter of a mile from the Battle-ground,' — i. e. near to the "present Farm of Dust Hill; or between that and Clipstow; — "and never fought again. So that Cromwell had only to keep "them in check; and aid his own. Main-battle to the left of him: "which he diligently did.
* Rushworth, vi. 46 (Despatch from the Parliament Commitsioners). •» See Iter Carolinum, too. **' Sec Clarendon, &c
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"Our Right Wing, then, has beaten Langdale. But Rupert, "on the other side of the field, beats back our Left: — over '"RutputHill,' 'Fenny Hill' (Fanny Hill, as the Old Books call "it); towards Naseby Hamlet; on to our Baggage-train (which ".stands on the northwest side of the Hamlet, eastward of said "'Rutput' and 'Fenny,' but northward of 'Leflne Leafe Hill,' "very sober 'Hills,' I perceive!). Our extreme Left was "'hindered by pits and ditches' in charging, at any rate, it lost "[the charge; fled: and Rupert now took to attacking the Bag"gage and its Guard, — in vain, and with very wasteful delay. "For our Main-battle too was in a critical state; and might have "been overset, at this moment. Our Main-battle, — our Horse "on the Left of it giving way; and the King's Foot 'coming up "into sight,' over the brow of the Hill, 'with one terrible "volley, and then with swords and musket-butts, — 'mostly all "fled.' Mostly all: except the Officers, who 'snatched the "colours,' 'f]ell into the Reserves with them,' &c. And then, "saidReserves now rushing on, and the others rallying to them; "and Cromwell-bejng victorious and diligent on the Right, and "Rupert idle among the Baggage on the Left, — the whole "business was erelong retrieved; and the King's Foot and other "Force were all driven pell-mell down the Hill: towards Dust "Hill (or eastward of tne present Farm-house, I think). There "jthe King still stood, — joined at last by Rupert, and strug"gling to rally his Horse for another brush; but the Foot would "not nalt, the Foot were all off: and the Horse too, seeing "Cromwell with all our Horse and victorious Foot now again "ready for a-second charge, would not stand it; but broke; and "dissipated, towards Harborough, Leicester, and Infinite "Space.
"The Fight began at ten o'clock;* lasted three hours:** "there were some Five-thousand Prisoners; how many Slain I "cannot tell."
(6.) Colonel Pickering, a distinguished Officer, whose last notable exploit was at the storm of Basing House, has caught the epidemic, "new disease" as they call it, some ancient influenza very prevalent and fatal during those wet winter-operations; and after a few days' illness, "at Autree" (St. Mary Ottery) where the headquarter was, is dead. Sir Gilbert, his brother, is a leading man in Parliament, with much service yet before him; — Cousin Dryden, one day to be Poet Dryden, is in Northamptonshire, a lad of fourteen at present. Sprigge (p; 156) has a pious copy of "sorrowful verse over dear Colonel Pickering's hearse;" and here is a Note concerning his funeral.
To Colonel Cicely at Pendennis Castle: These.
It's the desire of Sir Gilbert Pickering that his deceased Brother, Colonel Pickering, should be interred in your Garrison; and to the end his Funeral may be solemnised with as much honour as his memory calls for, you are desired to give all possible assistance therein. The particulars will be offered, to you by his Major, Major Jubbs,*** with whom I desire you to concur herein.
And believe it, Sir, you will not only lay a huge obligation upon myself and all the Officers of this Army, but I dare assure you the General himself will take it for an especial favour, and will not. let it go without a full acknowledgment. — But what need I prompt him to so honourable an action whose own ingenuity will be argument sufficient herein? Whereof rests assured Your humble servant,
! • ■ Oliver Cromwell. §
* Clarendon. *• Cromwell's Letter.
•** "Gubbs," he writes.
8 Polwhele's Traditions and Recollections (London, 1826), i. 22: with a Note on Cicely, and reference to "the Original among the Family Papers of the Rev. G. Moore, of Grampound."
(c.) A Couple of very small Letters, which havenow(May, March), 1846) accidentally turned up, too late for insertion in the Text, may find their corner here.
1. The First, which is fully dated (just eight days before the Battle of Naseby), but has lost its specific Address, may without much doubt be referred to Ely and the "Fortifications" going on there.*
'To Captain Underwood, at Ely: These.'
I desire the guards may be very well strengthened and looked unto. Let a new breastwork be made about the gravel, ** and a new work half-musket-shot behind the old work; all storm-ground** stuff. Tell Colonel Fothergill to take care of keeping strong guards. —Not having more, I rest,
Olives Cromwell. §
2. "Sir Dudley North," Baronet, of Catlidge Hall near Newmarket, is Member for Cambridgeshire; sits too, there is small doubt, in the Ely Committee at London; — is wanted now for a small County business. ■
The "30th of March," as we know, is but the fifth day of the then New Year: Oliver, — I find after some staggering, for his date will not suit with other things, — takes the cipher of the OldYear, as one is apt to do, and for 1647 still writes "1646." As this Entry, abridged from the CommonsJournals,*** will irrefragably prove, to readers of his Letter: "John Hobart Esq. "dismissed from being Sheriff of Cambridge and Huntingdon "Shires, and Tristram Dyamond Esq.appointed inhis plaqe, 1st ''January 1646," which, for us, and for Cromwell too on the 30th of March following, means 1647. ',
Foi*(Jie Honourable Sir Dudley North* These.] ir ■ Sib, 'London,'SOth March 1646 [error for 1647.]
It being desired to have the Commission of the Peace renewed in the Isle of Ely,—with some addition, as you may perceive; none left out; only Mr. Diamond, now High
* Commons Journals, iv. 161, 5; Cromwelliana, p. 10.
5 Original now (May 1846) in the Baptist College, Bristol. '«•* v. 36 (1st Jan. 1646-7).
Sheriff of the County, and my BrotherDeshorow, added, there
Oliver Cromwell. *
LANGPORT BATTLB (10th Jttly 1645). SUMMONS TO AVlNCHESTER. [Vol. 1. p. 233.]
Here is Oliver's own account of the,' Battle of Langport, mentioned in our Text:
DEAR SlR, 'Langport, — July 1645.'
I have now a double advantage upon you, through the goodness of God, who still appears for us. And as for us, we have seen good things in this last mercy, — it is not inferior to any we have had; — as followeth.
We were advanced to Long-Sutton, near a very strong place of the Enemy's, called Langport; far from our Garrisons, without much ammunition, in a place extremely wanting in provisions, — the Malignant Clubmen interposing, who are ready to take all advantages against our parties, and would undoubtedly take them against our Army, if they had opportunity. — Goring stood upon the advantage of strong passes, staying until the rest of his recruits came up to his Army, with a resolution not to engage until Grenvile and Prince Charles his men were come up to him. We could not well have necessitated him to an Engagement, nor have stayed one day longer without retreating to our ammunition and to conveniency of victual.
In the morning, word was brought us, That the Enemy drew out. He did so, with a resolution to send most of his cannon and baggage to Bridgewater, — which he effected, — but with a resolution not to right, but, trusting to his ground, thinking he could make away at pleasure.
The pass was strait between him and us; he brought two
§ Original in the possession of the Rev. W. S. Spring Casborne, of Pakenham, Suffolk; a descendant of the North Family.. *