rode on to Burport with his friends. Being come to the outskirts
of the town, they were alarmed at finding the streets in a state
of confusion, and full of Cromwell's soldiers, fifteen hundred of
whom were about to embark for Jersey. His majesty's coolness and
presence of mind did not fail him; he resolved to ride boldly
into the town, and hire a chamber at the best inn. The yard of
the hostelry was likewise crowded with troopers; but this did not
dismay his majesty.

"I alighted," said he, "and taking the horses, thought it the
best way to go blundering in among them, and lead them through
the middle of the soldiers into the stable; which I did, and they
were very angry with me for my rudeness. As soon as I came into
the stable I took the bridle off the horses, and called the
ostler to me to help me, and to give the horses some oats. And
as the hostler was helping me to feed the horses, 'Sure, sir,'
says he, 'I know your face?' which was no very pleasant question
to me. But I thought the best way was to ask him where he had
lived, or whether he had always lived there or no. He told me
that he was but newly come thither; that he was born in Exeter,
and had been ostler in an inn there, hard by one Mr. Potter's, a
merchant in whose house I had lain in the time of the war. So I
thought it best to give the fellow no further occasion of
thinking where he had seen me, for fear he should guess right at
last; therefore I told him, 'Friend, certainly you have seen me
then at Mr. Potter's, for I served him a good while above a
year.' 'Oh,' says he, 'then I remember you a boy there;' and with
that was put off from thinking any more on it, but desired that
we might drink a pot of beer together, which I excused by saying
that I must go wait on my master, and get his dinner ready for