Eales, resembled Mirth as Master
John Milton had depicted her, ere he took up with General Cromwell
and his crew; and was a becoming figure for this early morn.
On learning the child's history, he turned out to know Sir Harry
Blythedale, but not to have heard of him since they had parted at
Newark, he to guard the king to Oxford, Sir Harry to join Lord
Astley, and he much feared that the old knight had been killed at
Stowe, in the fight between Astley and Brereton. This would account
for nothing having been heard from him about Emlyn, but Colonel
Harford promised, if any opportunity should offer, to communicate
with Lady Blythedale, whom he believed to be living at Worcester; and
he patted Emlyn on the head, called her a little loyal veteran,
accepted a tiny posy of forget-me-not from her, and after fumbling in
his pocket, gave her a crown piece. Steadfast and Patience were
afraid it was his last, and much wished she had contrived not to take
it, but she said she should keep it for a remembrance.
After this rest, the beautiful Whitsuntide Matins was said in the
fair forest church, and before six o'clock this strange and blessed
festival had ended, though not the peace and thankfulness in the
hearts of the little flock.
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