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 London, where, with a couple of warders
at his elbow night and day, with sentries posted outside his door, and
another on the drawbridge, he passed the last weeks of his doomed life.

In mid-April he was duly tried by his Peers at the Bar of the House of
Lords; and, although he tried with marvellous skill and ingenuity to