The principal gentry on horseback, amounting to little less than a hundred cavaliers, proceeded to the castle to escort the Prince as he issued forth from the gates. They were accompanied by a guard of honour consisting of 300 musketeers, the governor's brigade, who, when the procession was formed, marched in the van, "drums beating, colours flying." The crowd of spectators made way as the soldiers moved forward, forming a dense wall of human beings on either side of the road from the castle to the church, through which avenue of animated nature, the Prince, his lords, and other attendants, proceeded without impediment or inconvenience. Dense masses of the populace closed up the rear, but were prevented from intruding into the cemetery by the soldiers already forming a cordon around it.

His royal highness, having entered the sacred edifice, took his place on the chair of state; the lords-in-waiting seated themselves on benches immediately behind him, and the remainder of the suite stood around them; the prince and his attendants all uncovered. The service throughout was performed in English by one of the Doctors of Divinity attached to the court; and, although the congregation which thronged the church understood scarcely a single word, they paid the greatest attention, and observed the utmost order and decorum. Doctor Poley, the royal commissioner, stood at the right hand of the prince, handing him the service-book during prayers, aud finding out for him those passages of Scripture quoted by the officiating doctor in the course of his

sermon.

The service being ended, the royal procession returned in the same order to Elizabeth Castle, escorted as before by the cavaliers and the guard of honour. Similar formalities were observed whenever his highness attended service in the town church, which was performed henceforth by one or other of the English chaplains on Wednesdays and Fridays, as well as on Sundays. Occasionally his highness took the sacrament at St. Helier's, and fascinates our precisian journalist by his devout bearing.

Charles remained for two months in Jersey, occupied in superintending works for strengthening the fortifications, in riding through the island, and in boating. In order that he might indulge in the last amusement, he procured a barge or pinnace to be built for him in St. Maloes, of which Dr. Hoskins gives the following account:—

During the voyage from Scilly to Jersey his highness amused himself vastly with

steering the frigate; he would remain for a couple of hours on a stretch at the helm, and could with difficulty be persuaded to resign it. One of his first commands on coming to Jersey was, that a barge should be forthwith built for him at St. Maloes; and, on the 8th of June, this barge arrived-Prince Charles's first yacht. She was a perfect model of a pinnace; of great length fore and aft; elegantly painted, and emblazoned with his highness's armorials; the stern-sheets were also fitted up with soft cushions for the royal helmsman and his courtiers. Provided with twelve pair of oars, and furnished with a couple of masts, and the like number of sails, she was as well calculated for sailing as for rowing, according to the state of the weather or the pleasure of the princely

owner.

Never, after the arrival of his new toy, did the prince condescend to cross the causeway, either on horseback or on foot; but whenever he and his lords attended worship in the town church, or whenever they visited the island for other purposes, his highness went over in his barge. He invariably steered himself; would never allow any other person to meddle with the tiller; and in this fashion he was wont to recreate for hours together. Up to this period, he had enjoyed few opportunities of disporting on the briny waves; for, even during his short sojourn at Scilly, the apprehension of being kidnapped by the parliamentarians would have prevented his freely indulging his seafaring tastes, even if the season had been favourable. But here, in Jersey, in the height of summer, secure from Commodore Batten's intrusions, in an extensive and lovely bay, land-locked and enclosed by chains of rocks as though it had been a lake, there was nothing to interfere with his enjoyment of his favourite pastime. The entire control of a boat to a lad of sixteen, whether prince or commoner, is no doubt a source of delight, to the full as intense as the proprietorship of a gun "the first thing boys love after play" and pastry. The barge was carefully preserved after his highness's departure, and, on his subsequent visit to Jersey, we shall find that the king had not lost sight of the prince's yacht.

But the queen was determined to have her son at her side. The King, either influenced by her Majesty, or acting under an impression that his son was not safe in Jersey, supported his mother's desire for his removal into France with a positive command, and finally Henrietta Maria despatched to Jersey Lords Jermyn, Digby, Wid

drington, and Wentworth, who carried off the young prince in opposition to the opinion of his council. Five out of his six councillors recommended him not to quit his father's dominions until he had communicated more fully with the King; but the gaieties of Paris and Fontainebleau were more agreeable than the monotony of Jersey. Charles made a virtue of obedience to his mother, and bade farewell to his grave tutors and councillors. Leaning on the arms of Jermyn and Digby, he got away from the safe and pleasant island, in which he had now remained ten weeks all but a day, as soon as adverse winds and fleets would permit him to embark.

On his arrival in Paris he soon discovered what were the designs which had prompted the maternal anxiety of Henrietta Maria to consider Jersey, or any other place save St. Germain, an "unsafe" residence for a youth of so much pretension. She introduced him to his and her great relations the boy-king Louis XIV. and his mother Anne of Austria; and vast were the rejoicings and wonderful the ceremonial observances upon an occasion so memorable. But it was not the opportunity of forming this valuable acquaintance which had induced Henrietta Maria to send for her son. She presented him to Mazarin. Neither was it that introduction, however important it might be to secure the favour of the cardinal, which had influenced her. There was in the French court and royal family a Mademoiselle de Montpensier, a niece of Henrietta Maria, the wealthiest heiress in Europe, a young lady of many accomplishments and of dazzling beauty. The exiled Queen of England fixed upon this brilliant damsel for her daughter-in-law. Anxiety for the accomplishment of this design excited the queen's fears for her son's safety, and in conformity with it young Charles was directed, immediately upon his arrival in Paris, to lay siege-" to the heart," we were about to write, but that would have been incorrect-it was to the hand and wealth, of this inimitable specimen of the genus coquette. In the memoirs of the grande mademoiselle we have the most amusing accounts of what ensued. Henrietta Maria, who had no more delicacy than

the young lady herself, threw Charles into the most encouraging positions in relation to his charming cousin. He attended her everywhere. At plays, balls, and receptions of all kinds he pursued her like her shadow. His mother even contrived all kinds of delicate situations, in order to bring them together. With that view she herself undertook, on one grand occasion, to put the last finishing touch to the toilet of the petted beauty, and, in doing so, to contribute some of the as yet unsold jewels of the crown of England. But all this was merely a manoeuvre that Charles might be introduced into the young lady's dressing room to hold a light, and join in the praises which her matchless splendour was sure to call forth. His mother even instructed him in what way to take advantage of these situations. But the case had its own peculiar difficulties. The young lady was nineteen; accustomed to society, to flattery, and courtship from her childhood. She knew the value of all such demonstrations. She knew what amount of truth there was in the declarations of his affection for her which she received from his mother and her friends. She describes him coldly as a well grown youth with a profusion of dark locks, inventories his features, and records his silent homage. His attentions were received as part of the universal homage which the world was accustomed to pay her. In the eyes of Charles, a boy of sixteen, she was probably one of the most tremendous objects in nature. Despite of all the maternal promptings and smoothings of the way, he never could summon up courage enough to address one word to her, and the lady herself concluded very judiciously against listening "to proposals in favour of a man who could not say anything for himself." The boy understood French, but could not speak it. Had his heart been really touched, some flattering expression of real homage would have found its way to his lips; but it certainly added considerably to the difficulty of feigning a passion, that he was unaccustomed to speak the language in which it was expected to find its utterance.

This first effort at courtship failed entirely, but the instructions given him by his mother were soon brought into

play towards persons less splendid in position and decoration, but probably more capable of calling out the reality of a transient affection. In the mean time Mademoiselle de Montpensier began to regard Charles and his mother as mere poor relations, and devoted herself to dreams of other and more splendid matrimonial speculations.

We need not follow the history minutely. Foreign nations played with the poor lad who in 1649 became nominal King of England, and made him their tool. Passing from one country to another, and involved in continual troubles with his mother, with his followers, and with his creditors, his life for several years was full of curious and often not over creditable incident and adventure. We will give one example. Mrs. Wyndham, the nurse or "nursery governess" whom we have mentioned before, had a daughter, who was married to a person commemorated by the familiar name of Tom Elliot. This gentleman filled an office in the household of King Charles I.some groomship of the bedchamber or something of that kind, and on his execution was transferred to a similar post in the establishment of Charles II. The spirit of his mother-in-law seemed to animate Mr. Tom Elliot. In a little while he began to play Mrs. Wyndham over the young king, taught him to think and speak disrespectfully of his father, set him at open variance with his mother, and actually procured from him a promise to appoint the husband of Mrs. Wyndham as his secretary of state, to the exclusion of Lord Digby and Sir Edward Nicholas. The last of these acts was universally regarded as the most marvellous of the three, for Colonel Wyndham, the same gentle man who had once been governor of Bridgewater, was esteemed to have no other qualification for the meditated secretaryship except his relationship to Tom Elliot and Mrs. Wyndham. The queen mother, and the able men who were about the King, were struck with amazement. Dismay, and in some people even disgust, was excited by such reckless folly. And in this instance there was no running away from the trouble, as he and his friends had been able to do at Bridgewater. What was to be done? Old Lord Cot

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tington, the Menenius of the exiled court, who, as Lord Clarendon tells us, never smiled when he made others merry," extricated the poor foolish royal boy with a joke.

Choosing a time when all Charles's ordinary attendants were about him, he said he had a humble suit to make to his Majesty on behalf of an old servant of his father's, a man who had long served the deceased king as one of his falconers. He then enlarged upon his merits in his own craft, and by examples of what he was able to do in the way of his business strove to impress upon the young king that he really was one of the best falconers in the world. "And what would you have me to do for him?" inquired the young sovereign, with a consciousness of the inefficiency of putting his name upon the royal pension list, or promising to bestow upon him any other form of pecuniary reward. Cottington replied

"it was very true that his Majesty kept no falconers, and the poor man was grown old, and could not ride as he had used to do; but that he was a very honest man, and could read very well, and had as audible a voice as any man need to have," and therefore besought his Majesty "that he would make him his chaplain."

The King stared in amazement. Cottington saw that he had produced the effect at which he aimed, and in the same grave earnest way proceeded to assure his Majesty that the old falconer was in all respects as fit to be his chaplain as Colonel Wyndham was to be his secretary of state! A burst of astonishment and laughter from the by-standers proved how well the joke had told. The King blushed and was "somewhat out of countenance." The story passed from mouth to mouth, and the King, ever, as Dr. Hoskins remarks, "more open to a jest than to the soundest argument," never again mentioned his intention to confer official dignity upon the recommendation of Tom Elliot.

In 1649, during an interval which it seemed difficult to fill up in any other way, Charles determined to revisit Jersey. The inhabitants were overjoyed at the intelligence of his intention, the state apartments in Elizabeth Castle were fitted up for his reception, and a squadron, including the King's

own barge or yacht, the building of which we have before alluded to, awaited his pleasure at Cotainville. Disregarding the larger vessels, the king determined to cross in his little barge. In high spirits he grasped the tiller of his favourite craft, the wind was favourable, the pilot expert, and in four hours the royal vessel shot rapidly into the roadstead of Elizabeth Castle. Salutes, illuminations, bonfires, and bell-ringing testified the joy of the inhabitants, and these noisy demonstrations, says Chevalier, Dr. Hoskins's authority,

were not mere empty sounds. On the contrary, they indicated the intense satisfaction entertained by an overwhelming majority of the islanders, at finding that the King fully appreciated the services rendered to him when Prince of Wales. They considered themselves highly honoured at being deemed worthy of again sheltering and defending his sacred person, and rejoiced that their insignificant rock should be the only place in his dominions capable of affording him a safe and unexceptionable asylum. They were proud at having been among the first to proclaim their sovereign; and laid the flattering unction to their souls, that by their efforts in behalf of the weaker cause they were fulfilling to the letter the scriptural injunction, "Fear God and honour the king."*

Charles remained in Jersey from the 17th September, 1649, to the 13th February following. Of his personal appearance, and the costume of his attendants at that time, Chevalier gives the following account.

He was of middle stature, well formed, and graceful; remarkably erect, and his limbs well knit; altogether very noble in his aspect. The expression of his features, although sedate, was pleasing; his complexion rather sallow, and his hair dark brown, inclining somewhat to black. As to his demeanour, although dignified, it was affable to all those whom he honoured with his discourse. His habiliments were all purple-a colour always worn by royal personages in deep mourning, as his Majesty still was. No embroidery, either of gold or silver, ornamented his doublet or hose, but on the left side of his cloak a silver star was attached. Across his chest he wore a purple scarf or ribbon, and a

garter of the same colour, the ends of which hung down behind the leg, encircled his left knee. The housings of his charger and the covering of his holsters were likewise of purple stuff, but without any kind of embroidery.

The Duke of York, who had completed his fifteenth year, was tall for his age, and slight in figure, but remarkably lively and pleasant in his manner. His highness was attired in an entire suit of black, without any other ornament or decoration than the silver star displayed upon his mantle. He also wore a purple scarf across his shoulders.

The lords, knights, esquires, together with the inferior officers and servants, were mostly dressed in black, out of respect for the memory of the late king, whose sad fate they ceased not to lament. Some few of the attendants, it is true, wore red cloaks, and two or three mantles of other colours. The coaches, too, were painted black, or covered with black cloth; the very horses, even to the harness, were of the same sombre hue; in short, every thing about the royal cortège exhibited signs of the deepest mourning.

Few circumstances of importance occurred during Charles's second residence in Jersey. A duel, a conspiracy, an alarm of invasion, a muster and review, an occasional excursion in the royal yacht, a little sporting, touching for the evil (Chevalier's account of which we should like to have seen extracted), and a grand baptism, were events which contributed to relieve the monotony of the royal party. The inhabitants desired to obtain from the king a confirmation of their old peculiar privileges, especially those which related to the free importation of wool and the export of the knitted fabrics which are their sole manufacture. For some reason which does not appear, their request was not complied with at that time, but

after the Restoration he cannot be accused of having been unmindful of his loyal island of Jersey, or resentful of the disloyalty of his island of Guernsey, which made the amende honorable by erasing the names of Oliver and Richard Cromwell from their records. He confirmed the charters granted to both islands by his predecessors, taking the inhabitants under