12 A JACOBITE EXILE

self in his bed, with his mother sitting beside him and his
head bandaged with cloths dipped in water. He always
maintained that had the house been fortified it could have
held out until help arrived, although in later years his father
assured him that it was well it was not in a position to offer
a defence.

“We were away down south, Marmaduke, and the Round-
heads were masters of this district at the time; they would
have battered the place around your mother’s ears, and,
likely as not, have burnt it to the ground. As it was, I
came back here to find it whole and safe, except that the
crop-eared scoundrels had, from pure wantonness, destroyed
the pictures and hacked most of the furniture to pieces.
I took no part in the later risings, seeing that they were
hopeless, and therefore preserved my property when many
others were ruined. No, Marmaduke, it is just as well that
the house was not fortified. I believe in fighting when there
is some chance, even a slight one, of success, but I regard
it as an act of folly to throw away a life when no good can
come of it.”

Still, Sir Marmaduke never ceased to regret that Lynn-
wood was not one of the houses that had been defended to
the last against the enemies of the king. At the Restora-
tion he went for the first time in his life to London to pay
his respects to Charles I]. He was well received, and
although he tired in a very short time of the gaieties of the
court, he returned to Lynnwood with his feelings of loyalty
to the Stuarts as strong as ever. He rejoiced heartily when
the news came of the defeat of Monmouth at Sedgemoor,
and was filled with rage and indignation when James weakly
fled and left his throne to be occupied by Dutch William.

From that time he became a strong Jacobite, and emptied
his glass nightly “to the king over the water.” In the
north the Jacobites were numerous, and at their gatherings
treason was freely talked, while arms were prepared and