ries to be directed against the Eagle
Tower, which, as we have before seen, stood near the centre of the
buildings, and was the place where Lady Derby and the children usually
lodged.

"We will strike off a horn of the beast, or level one of her hills,"
said Rigby, as he strode forth early on that morning to the enterprise.

"Which seven towers be the seven hills of Rome or spiritual Antichrist,"
said Jackson, his chaplain, who kept near his master, or rather kept his
master between himself and the Babel that roused his indignation. Morgan
was just preparing his engines when Rigby approached, cautiously worming
his way along the trenches, for the marksmen were become unmercifully
expert by reason of continued practice.

The match was lighted,--when bounce went the shot, a four-and-twenty
pounder, against the Eagle Tower.

"We will beat the old lady from her perch: I find she hath taken to
high-roosting of late," said Morgan, as he watched the despatch and
destination of his messenger.

The ball had entered into her ladyship's chamber, where she and the
children were at breakfast. With as little emotion as Charles the
Twelfth on a like occasion, she merely remarked that since they were
likely to have disagreeable intruders, she must e'en seek a new lodging.

"But," said she, rising with great dignity, "I will keep my house while
a building is left above my head."

This mischievous exploit, though an occasion at the time of great
triumph and exultation to the besiegers, was the main cause of their
subsequent expulsion and defeat.

We now propose to follow out their operations with more minuteness,
tracing the consequences of this action to its final result.

That same night some of the garrison, having permission from their
commanders, annoyed their enemies with strange and noisome alarms,
during which they contrived to steal some powder, and other necessaries
of which they were much in want.

Colonels Egerton and Rigby were in close counsel before their tent when
they beheld a terrible appearance moving towards them,--looking in the
dark like the leaders of some mighty army, waving their torches to light
them to the assault. This frightful apparition was a poor forlorn horse,
studded with lights fastened to cords, that shook and flickered about in
so fearful a manner. In this plight he had been turned out of the gates,
the garrison looking on, with frightful shouts and yells.

The sentinels ran from their po