honest. He is as true as steel, and for no one will he bend right
or left. . . . . Do not fancy him a Bobadil,' she adds, 'he is
only a very true, candid boy. I am so glad he remains in all
respects but information a great child.'

If this letter is correctly dated, the cause was already lost and
the King had already abdicated when these lines were written. No
sooner did the news reach Genoa, than there began 'tumultuous
movements'; and the Jenkins' received hints it would be wise to
leave the city. But they had friends and interests; even the
captain had English officers to keep him company, for Lord
Hardwicke's ship, the VENGEANCE, lay in port; and supposing the
danger to be real, I cannot but suspect the whole family of a
divided purpose, prudence being possibly weaker than curiosity.
Stay, at least, they did, and thus rounded their experience of the
revolutionary year. On Sunday, April 1, Fleeming and the captain
went for a ramble beyond the walls, leaving Aunt Anna and Mrs.
Jenkin to walk on the bastions with some friends. On the way back,
this party turned aside to rest in the Church of the Madonna delle
Grazie. 'We had remarked,' writes Mrs. Jenkin, 'the entire absence
of sentinels on the ramparts, and how the cannons were left in
solitary state; and I had just remarked "How quiet everything is!"
when suddenly we heard the drums begin to beat and distant shouts.
ACCUSTOMED AS WE ARE to revolutions, we never thought of being
frightened.' For all that, they resumed their return home. On the
way they saw men running and vociferating, but nothing to indicate
a general disturbance, until, near the Duke's palace, they came
upon and passed a shouting mob dragging along with it three cannon.
It had scarcely passed before they heard 'a rushing sound'; one of
the gentlemen thrust back the party of ladies under a shed, and the