nished their stock
at the expense of the besiegers. They lost about 500 men, besides
wounded and prisoners, according to their own returns.

The next day Rigby, with about 3000 men, drew up at Eccleston Green, six
miles only from Lathom, in great uncertainty which way to march, fearful
of meeting with Prince Rupert. In the end, imagining that his Highness
would go through Blackburn or Lancaster to the relief of York, Rigby
marched off in great haste to Bolton, then a garrison town, and well
fortified.

The Prince, hearing of their escape, together with Lord Derby,
immediately turned their forces in this direction, determined to carry
the place by assault, and revenge the insults and barbarity her ladyship
had endured. This resolution was terribly accomplished. Sixteen hundred
of her besiegers lay dead on the place; and twenty-two colours, which
three days before flourished proudly before the house, were presented to
her from his Highness by Sir Richard Crane, as a memorial of her
deliverance, and "a happy remembrance of God's mercy and goodness to her
and her family."

FOOTNOTES:

[43] The name assumed by a body of men who met, during the wars, in
Manchester; and who in energy and power were second only to their London
brethren.

[44] "Hist. of the House of Stanley," p.90.

[45] One of these sons of violence, Bradshaw of Brazen-nose, took
occasion, before his patrons at Wigan, to profane the 14th verse of the
15th chapter of Jeremiah, from thence proving that Lady Derby was the
scarlet whore and the whore of Babylon whose walls he made as flat and
thin as his own discourse.

[46] Plus animi est inferenti quam periculum propulsanti.--_Caes. Com_.

[47] Harleian MSS. 2043.

RAVEN CASTLE.

"He bargained with two ruffians strong,
Which were of furious mood,
That they should take these children young,
And slay them in a wood.

"Away then went these pretty babes,
Rejoycing at that tide,
Rejoycing with a merry minde,
They should on cock-horse ride."

--_The Children in the Wood_.

Situated amid the wild and high moorlands, at whose feet hath stood for
ages the royal and ducal capital of the county palatine of Lancaster,
once rose a strong border defence called Raven Castle. Its site only
remains. This noble and castellated fortress now lies an almost
undistinguishable heap on the barren moor; the sheep browse above it,
and the herdsman makes his pillow where