Trying To Change A Sovereign.

Poise comiiahii without crowd , "back in considerable confusion at the explosion within . When the smoke has somewhat cleared away , an active member of the Staffordshire constabulary picks up a white linen bag from among the rubbish . " What ' s this ? " says he . They all crowd round .

Powder , and unexploded ! * " And what is this ? " enquires another , picking up some charred and blackened fragments of wood , on which are still to be discerned traces of painted characters . The high sheriff deciphers " Dynamite , with care ! This side up . " And so that is what became of the box . t Bmg ! phiz ! bang ! The arquebusses are aimed through the windows .

Down go two eminent members of the firm , the two Wrights . They have each lost the number of his mess , as the sailors say in a naval action . A sheriff ' s offi ; er , one John Streete , " to mike assurance double sure , " rams two bullets well home in his musquetoon , and pots the head partner , who is then standing back to back with the King ' s gentleman pensioner . Both balls pass through their bodies . Mr . Catesby dies decently on the spot . Poor Tom Percy is dragged from beneath his comrade ' s body , mortally wounded , to expire next

day . I The remaining contributories , fearfull y maimed , and blackened , and scorched , are hauled out through the smoke and flames , to be forthwith committed to ward ; and this was , after all ,

THE ONLY PYROTECHNIC DISPLAY . CHAPTER XI , IN THE PALACE COURT ( YARD ) ; MR . JOHNSON ' S LAST APPEARANCE ON ANY STAGE . THERE is an apartment in the Lieutenant ' s lodgings of the Tower of London

, over the chimney of which is a very elaborate piece of carving in the Inigo Jones sty le of ornament , commemorating certain meetings that took place therein in the spring of 16 t ) 5-t > , where a dozen or so individuals whose noses came down over their moustachios and whose nioustachios went up under their noses , were catechised and examined prior to being fully committed for trial in connection with the great powder plot . To that apartment several

men literally carried in a sheet , or a blanket or so , a very limp and ghastly figure—and well he might be , for all his limbs were dislocated—fresh—if you can call his condition fresh—from making personal acquaintance with one of the reserved rights of the Tower , namely the rack . The limp and writhing creature was Mr . John Johnson , properly Guido Pawkes , Esquire , son of an

estimable ecclesiastical solicitor m the grand old minster city of York . What poor Guy maundered forth while stretched on that gruesome frame was duly chronicled and " used against him , "—as they say in the present day at the Police Courts—and his co-partners , when they appeared on their trials for Hig h Treason shortly afterwards at the Guildhall . True , the learned Peter maintained that evidence by written examination savoured of the oppressions of the Civil law , and was not admissible in trials for life but onlin

y suits in the Chancery and Star Chambers . He said they couldn ' t do it , but the fact is they did it . I believe a man wriggling in the stocks once received similar consolation from his legal adviser , but all Peter could do was , after the last sad sjene I am about to report , to protest by writing a big folio volumo which nobody ever reads and which has for centnries been relegated to the