The Works of Thomas Carlyle (Volume 9); Oliver Cromwell's Letters and Speeches, with Elucidations - Taschenbuch

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: SPEECH VI SINDERCOMB The Spanish Invasion and Royalist Insurrection once more came to no effect: on mature judgment of the case, it seemed necessary to have Oliver Protector assassinated first; and that, as usual, could not be got done. Colonel Sexby, the frantic Anabaptist, he and others have been very busy; ' riding among his Highness's escort' in Hyde Park and elsewhere, with fleet horses, formidable weapons, with ' gate-hinges ready filed through, ' if the deed could have been done;?but it never could. Sexby went over to Flanders again, for fresh consultations; left the assassination-affair in other hands, with 1,600?. of ready money, ' on the faith of a Christian King.' Quarter-master Sindercomb takes Sexby's place in this great enterprise; finds, he too, that there is nothing but failure in it. Miles Sindercomb, now a cashiered Quartermaster living about Town, was once a zealous Deptford lad, who enlisted to fight for Liberty, at the beginning of these Wars. He fought strongly on the side of Liberty, being an earnest fierce young fellow;?then gradually got astray into Levelling courses, and wandered ever deeper there, till daylight forsook him, and it became quite dark. He was one of the desperate misguided Corporals, or Quartermasters, doomed to be shot at Burford, seven years ago: but he escaped overnight, and was not shot there; took service in Scotland; got again to be Quartermaster; was in the Overton Plot, for seizing Monk and marching into England, lately: whereupon Monk cashiered him: and he came to Town; lodged himself here, in a sulky threadbare manner, ?in Alsatia or elsewhere. A gloomy man and Ex-Quartermaster; has become one of Sexby's people, ' on the faith of a Christian King'; nothing now left of him but the fierceness, groping some path for itsel...