orthodoxy and deep learning, but his exquisite skill in playing at
bowls, and his facetious conversation over a pipe and tankard of
October. For these latter accomplishments, the Doctor had the honour
to be recorded by old Century White amongst the roll of lewd,
incompetent, profligate clergymen of the Church of England, whom he
denounced to God and man, on account chiefly of the heinous sin of
playing at games of skill and chance, and of occasionally joining in
the social meetings of their parishioners. When the King's party began
to lose ground, Doctor Dummerar left his vicarage, and, betaking
himself to the camp, showed upon several occasions, when acting as
chaplain to Sir Geoffrey Peveril's regiment, that his portly bodily
presence included a stout and masculine heart. When all was lost, and
he himself, with most other loyal divines, was deprived of his living,
he made such shift as he could; now lurking in the garrets of old
friends in the University, who shared with him, and such as him, the
slender means of livelihood which the evil times had left them; and
now lying hid in the houses of the oppressed and sequestered gentry,
who respected at once his character and sufferings. When the
Restoration took place, Doctor Dummerar emerged from some one of his
hiding-places, and hied him to Martindale Castle, to enjoy the triumph
inseparable from this happy change.

His appearance at the Castle in his full clerical dress, and the warm
reception which he received from the neighbouring gentry, added not a
little to the alarm which was gradually extending itself through the
party which were so lately the uppermost. It is true, Doctor Dummerar
framed (honest worthy man) no extravagant views of elevation or
preferment; but the probability of his being replaced in the living,
from which he had been expelled under very flimsy pretences, inferred
a severe blow to the Presbyterian divine, who could not be considered