184 Glimpses of Our Ancestors.
being depopulated, all the windows being broken with the great guns, and the soldiers making stables of all the shops and lower rooms." After passing through the dreary town, she was at last obliged to fulfil her resolution of walking, for, within a quarter of a mile of her husband's residence, " the horses came to a stand, the wheel of the coach being pitched in the root of a tree." This unexpected arrival at midnight did not allay the feverish excitement of the overjoyed husband, who had been now sleepless for five days. When his friends insisted upon quiet, he had covenanted with them for the liberty " to shoot birds with his cross-bow out of window, which he did till the fever took his head." . . " He was an artist in shooting and fishing," and had been employed from his boyhood with horses, dogs, guns, cross-bows, bullets, feathering arrows, and, a curious amusement, " pulling his watch to pieces."
The devoted wife now watched him incessantly for two more days of ebbing life, hanging upon his parched lips, to cool them with her own, unterrified by the danger of infection, and rewarded by his faint entreaty, " Oh, don't leave me." The next morning, after he had thus breathed away his love and life, in his 23rd year, Feb. 3, 1644, his body was carried in his own ammunition-waggon to Ringmer, his native place. Having always provided at his own expense both his tents and ammunition, and having kept a table at Arundel open to the volunteers of his own regiment, it was not surprising that only £12 was now found in his chest, and he left debts of £2,ooo, partly by having advanced loans for what he thought the good cause.
In addition to this he had spent the whole of his wife's fortune (£"1,600) in fitting out his regiment, and, it is evident, was one of the most earnest spirits of that earnest age. He would never lodge in the sequestrated mansions of the Royalists, not even in that of his uncle, Sir Thomas Culpepper, and, as Mr. Blaauw (to whom we are indebted for these particulars) remarks, "his character, cherished in the fond