r gratitude, and the gardens
of this house being of celebrity in the neighbourhood, they requested
permission that the people might be allowed to walk through them,
pledging themselves that no flower should be plucked and no fruit
touched. The permission was granted: the multitude in order, each file
under a chief and each commander of the files obedient to a superior
officer, then made a progress through the beautiful gardens of their
beautiful hostess. They even passed through the forcing houses and
vineries. Not a border was trampled on, not a grape plucked; and when
they quitted the domain, they gave three cheers for the fair castellan.

The Hell-cats and their following were of a different temper to these
gentle Lancashire insurgents. They destroyed and ravaged; sacked and
gutted houses; plundered cellars; proscribed bakers as enemies of the
people; sequestrated the universal stores of all truck and tommy shops;
burst open doors, broke windows, destroyed the gas works, that the towns
at night might be in darkness; took union workhouses by storm, burned
rate-books in the market-place, and ordered public distribution of
loaves of bread and flitches of bacon to a mob--cheering and laughing
amid flames and rapine. In short they robbed and rioted; the police
could make no head against them; there was no military force; the whole
district was in their possession: and hearing that a battalion of
the Coldstreams were coming down by a train, the Bishop ordered all
railroads to be destroyed, and if the Hell-cats had not been too drunk
to do his bidding and he too tipsy to repeat it, it is probable that a
great destruction of these public ways might have taken place.

Does the reader remember Diggs' tommy shop? And Master Joseph? Well a
terrible scene took place there. The Wodgate girl, with a back like a
grasshopper, of the Baptist school religion, who had married Tummas,
once a pupil of the Bishop and still his fervent follower, although he
had cut open his pupil's head, was the daughter of a man who had worked
many years in Diggs' field, had suffered much under his intolerable
yoke, and at the present moment was deep in his awful ledger. She had
heard from her first years of the oppression of Diggs and had impressed
it on her husband, who was intolerant of any tyranny except at Wodgate.
Tummas and his wife, and a few chosen friends, therefore went out one
morning to settle the tommy-book of her father with Mr Diggs. A whis