gined, to take
horse. He appeared to be just out of bed, his stockings
being down and his garters in his hand, having probably
taken the alarm immediately on coming out of his room,
and finding that Johnson had been removed. One
Springthorpe, advancing towards his lordship, presented a
pistol, and required him to surrender; but his lordship
putting his hand to his pocket, Springthrope imagined he
was feeling for a pistol, and stopped short, being
probably intimidated. He thus suffered the Earl to escape
back into the house, where he fastened the doors and
stood on his defence.

"The crowd of people who had come to apprehend him beset
the house, and their number increased very fast. In about
two hours Lord Ferrers appeared at the garret window, and
called out: 'How is Johnson?' Springthorpe answered: 'He
is dead,' upon which his lordship insulted him, and
called him a liar, and swore he would not believe anybody
but the surgeon, Kirkland. Upon being again assured that
he was dead, he desired that the people might be
dispersed, saying that he would surrender; yet, almost in
the same breath, he desired that the people might be let
in, and have some victuals and drink; but the issue was
that he went away again from the window, swearing that he
would not be taken.

"The people, however, still continued near the house, and
two hours later he was seen on the bowling-green by one,
Curtis, a collier. 'My lord' was then armed with a
blunderbuss and a dagger and two or three pistols; but
Curtis, so far from being intimidated, marched boldly up
to him, and his lordship was so struck with the
determinate resolution shown by this brave fellow, that
he suffered him to seize him without making any
resistance. Yet the moment that he was in custody he
declared that he had killed a villain, and that he
gloried in the deed."

The tragedy is now hastening to its close. The assassin was kept in
custody at Ashby until a coroner's jury brought in a verdict of "Wilful
Murder" against him, when he was transferred to Leicester, and a
fortnight later to London, making the journey in his own splendid
equipage with six horses, and "dressed like a jockey, in a close
riding-frock, jockey boots and cap, and a plain shirt." He was lodged in
the Round Tower of the Tower of L