ram, and
Walklate, and Wilford, and Farloe, and Cheesman, and a host of others,
whom time would fail us to mention, and yet, each one of whom, a pioneer
in freedom's cause, deserves to be freshly remembered. And there too,
and the heart of Virginia Temple beat loud and quick as she beheld him,
was the gallant Hansford, whom she loved so well; and as she gazed upon
his noble figure, now foremost in rebellion, the old love came back
gushing into her heart, and she half forgave his grievous sin, and loved
him as before.

These all passed on, and the well-regulated band of four hundred
foot-soldiers, all armed and disciplined for action, followed on, ready
and anxious to obey their noble leader, even unto death. Among these
were many, who, through their lives had been known as loyalists, who
upheld the councils of the colony in their long resistance to the
usurpation of the Protector, and who hailed the restoration of their
king as a personal triumph to each and all. There too were those who had
admired Cromwell, and sustained his government, and some few grey-headed
veterans who even remembered to have fought under the banner of John
Hampden--Cavaliers and Roundheads, Episcopalians and Dissenters; old
men, who had heretofore passed through life regardless of the forms of
government under which they lived; and young men, whose ardent hearts
burned high with the spirit of liberty--all these discordant elements
had been united in the alembic of freedom, and hand-in-hand, and
heart-in-heart, were preparing for the struggle. And Virginia Temple
thought, as she gazed from the window upon their manly forms, that after
all, rebellion was not confined to the ignoble and the base.

On, on, still on, and now they have reached the gate which is the grand
entrance to the state-house square. The crowd of eager citizens throng
after them, and with the fickle sympathy of the mob unite in loud shouts
of "Long live Bacon, the Champion of Freedom." And now they are drawn up
in bristling column before the hall of the assembly, while the windows
are crowded thick with the pale, anxious faces of the astounded
burgesses. But see! the leaders dismount, and their horses are given in
charge to certain of the soldiers. Conspicuous among them all is
Nathaniel Bacon, from his proud and imperial bearing as he walks with
impatient steps up and down the line, and reads their resolution in the
faces of the men.

"What will he do!" is whispered from the