Synopsis

“And ‟t was na for a Popish yoke That bravest men came forth To part wi‟ life and dearest ties, And a‟ that life was worth.” Jacobite Ballad. “Ephraim Hebblethwaite!” I cried out. “I believe so,” he said, laughing. “Where did you come from?” “From a certain place in the North, called Brocklebank.” “But what brought you to London?” I cried. “What brought me to London?” he repeated, in quite a different tone,so much softer. “Well, Cary, I wanted to see something.” “Have you been to see it?” I asked, more to give myself