a crown to stand beside her husband on the deck when they were
threatened by a Turkish galley on their way to Spain. But it was the
true womanly spirit, tender, loving, devoted, which, after the Battle
of Worcester, where Sir Richard was made a prisoner, took her every
morning on foot when four boomed from the steeples, along the sleeping
Strand to stand beneath his prison window on the bowling-green at
Whitehall. This happened during the wettest autumn that ever was
known, and "the rain went in at her neck and out at her heels."

Sir Richard was released on parole by Cromwell, and for seven years
the Fanshawes lived in comparative retirement in London and at
Tankersley, the seat of the Lord Strafford in Yorkshire. Here they
planted fruit-trees, and Sir Richard completed most of his literary
work. Even when he was walking out of doors he was seen generally with
some book in his hand, "which oftentimes was poetry." He translated
the "Lusiad" of de Camoens, Guarini's famous pastoral the "Pastor
Fide," and various pieces from Horace and Virgil. In Yorkshire their
favourite little daughter Nan, the "dear companion of her mother's
travels and sorrows," died of small-pox, and they left it for
Hertfordshire, where the news of the Protector's death reached them in
1658.

They were allowed now to join the Court in France, and the exiled King
appointed his faithful servant Dick Fanshawe Master of the Requests
and Latin Secretary. He and his wife came home with the King at the
Restoration, and her account of that gala voyage is one of the
brightest and most vivid that has survived. It seems literally to
burst with the jubilation and new hopes born by this event in a long-
distracted country.