Part 10 (1/2)
Colonel Rosworm, the celebrated Parliamentary engineer, afterwards refortified the town. Shortly afterwards Major-General Seaton and Colonel Ashton marched from Preston, with the view to relieve Lancaster, then besieged by the Earl of Derby. The earl drew off his troops on their approach, and falling suddenly on Preston, in its then defenceless state, stormed the works in three places. After an hour's severe fighting the place surrendered. Lord Derby secured the magazine, and destroyed the military works, fearing the place might again fall into the enemy's hands.
In August, 1664, a smart little struggle took place at Ribble Bridge, which Colonel Shuttleworth thus describes in his dispatch--”Right Honourable,--Upon Thursday last, marching with three of my troops upon Blackburn towards Preston, where the ennemie lay, I met eleven of their colours at Ribble Bridge, within a mile of Preston, whereupon, after a sharp fight, we took the Lord Ogleby, a Scotch Lord, Colonel Ennis, one other colonel slaine, one major wounded, and divers officers and soldiers to the number of forty in all taken, besides eight or nine slaine, with the losse of twelve men taken prisoners, which afterwards were released by Sir John Meldrum upon his coming to Preston the night following, from whence the enemy fled.”
Four years afterwards, Cromwell achieved his great victory over the Duke of Hamilton and the Marquis of Langdale. Reference has been made, in the previous chapter, to the rapid march of the Parliamentary forces from Skipton, by c.l.i.theroe, to Stonyhurst, where they encamped on the evening of August 16th, 1648. Some difference respecting the then famous ”Covenant” prevented Langdale's forces from combining heartily with those of the Duke. His English troops were encamped on Ribbleton Moor, to the east of Preston. Hamilton's Scotch forces were widely scattered.
Some of his advanced horse lay at Wigan; his main army occupied Preston, while his rear, under Monro, were in the neighbourhood of Garstang.
Short work was made, notwithstanding the great numerical superiority, with such discipline and divided councils, by a soldier of Cromwell's calibre. In the words of Thomas Carlyle, he ”dashed in upon him, cut him in two, drove him north _and_ south, into as miserable ruin as his worst enemy could wish.” ”The bridge of Ribble” was fiercely contested. When the Parliamentary troops, with ”push of pike” (Cromwell's equivalent for the modern phrase ”at the point of the bayonet”), at length prevailed, the duke's army retreated over the Darwen, which joins the Ribble in the immediate neighbourhood. Night put an end to the conflict. Before daylight the Royalist army decamped, but was hotly pursued, through Chorley, Wigan, and Warrington, into the midland counties, and rapidly destroyed. The Duke of Hamilton was taken prisoner at Uttoxeter, and a similar fate befel Langdale at Nottingham.[39]
This victory is celebrated as one of Cromwell's greatest military achievements, by Milton, in his famous sonnet:--
TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL.
Cromwell, our chief of men, who, through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fort.i.tude, To peace and truth thy glorious way has plough'd, And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reared G.o.d's trophies and his work pursued, WHILE DARWEN STREAM WITH BLOOD OF SCOTS IMBUED, And Dunbar field resound thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureat wreath. Yet much remains To conquer still; Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than War; new foes arise Threat'ning to bind our souls with secular chains: Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.
The number of the troops engaged in this short but brilliant campaign is stated variously by different authorities. There is an entry in the records of the Corporation of Preston which says ”Decimo Septimo die Augustie, 1648, 24 Car,--That Henry Blundell, gent., being mayor of this town of Preston, the daie and yeare aforesaid, Oliver Cromwell, lieutenant-general of the forces of the Parliament of England, with an army of about 10,000 at the most, (whereof 1500 were Lancas.h.i.+re men, under the command of Colonel Ralph a.s.sheton, of Middleton), fought a battail in and about Preston aforesaid, and over-threw Duke Hamilton, general of the Scots, consisting of about 26,000, and of English, Sir Marmaduke Langdale and his forces, joined with the Scots, about 4,000; took all their ammunition, about 3,000 prisoners, killed many with very small losse to the parliament army; and in their pursuit towards Lancaster, Wigan, Warrington, and divers other places in Ches.h.i.+re, Staffords.h.i.+re, and Nottinghams.h.i.+re, took the said Duke and Langdale, with many Scottish earls and lords, and about 10,000 prisoners more, all being taken [or] slayne, few escaping, and all their treasure and plunder taken. This performed in less than one week.”
Captain Hodgson notices the plundering propensities of the enemy, but, as we have seen in the previous chapter, he entertained no higher an opinion of his Lancas.h.i.+re allies, with respect to their ”looting”
proclivities. His estimate of the numbers of the army of the Parliament is somewhat less than that in the Corporation record. He says--”The Scots marched towards Kendal, we towards Rippon; where Oliver met us with horse and foot. We were then betwixt eight and nine thousand; a fine smart army, and fit for action. We marched up to Skipton; and the forlorn of the enemy's horse was come to Gargrave, and took some men away, and made others pay what money they pleased; having made havock in the country, it seems intending never to come there again.”
Cromwell, in his despatch ”to the Honourable William Lenthall, Esquire, Speaker of the House of Commons,” dated ”Warrington, 20th August, 1648,” of course attributes all the honour and glory to the Almighty, yet, modestly enough, he claims some credit as due to the Parliamentary army, if it rested merely upon the disparity in the number of the combatants. He says--”Thus you have a Narrative of the particulars of the success which G.o.d hath given you; which I could hardly at this time have done, considering the multiplicity of business, but truly, when I was once engaged in it, I could hardly tell how to say less, there being so much of G.o.d in it; and I am not willing to say more, lest there should seem to be any of man. Only give me leave to add one word, showing the disparity of forces on both sides, that you may see, and all the world acknowledge, the great hand of G.o.d in this business. The Scots army could not be less than twelve thousand effective foot, well armed, and five thousand horse; Langdale not less than two thousand five hundred foot, and fifteen hundred horse; in all Twenty-one-Thousand: and truly very few of their foot but were as well armed if not better than yours, and at divers disputes did fight two or three hours before they would quit their ground. Yours were about two thousand five hundred horse and dragoons of your old Army; about four thousand foot of your old Army; also about sixteen hundred Lancas.h.i.+re foot, and about five hundred Lancas.h.i.+re horse; in all about Eight thousand Six hundred. You see by computation about two thousand of the Enemy slain; betwixt eight and nine thousand prisoners; besides what are lurking in hedges and private places, which the County daily bring in or destroy.”
Notwithstanding the great social and political importance of this victory, and the renown of the general by whom it was achieved, whose very name is yet a.s.sociated in the minds of some with every odious moral feature, and, in the judgment of others, with the highest English statesmans.h.i.+p, unselfish patriotism, and sincere religious conviction, the amount of legendary story which it has left behind is singularly limited. I have heard of several localities in Lancas.h.i.+re, and some neighbouring counties, where tradition records that Oliver Cromwell once visited the district and slept in some specified house or mansion, although there exists not the slightest reliable evidence that Oliver was ever in the neighbourhood. This, in some instances, I fancy, may be accounted for by the fact that Cromwell's name has become a typical or generic one, and has done duty for nearly a couple of centuries with the public generally, for every commander, either generals or subordinate officers, belonging to the Parliamentary armies.
One tradition, however, was well-known in my youthful days. The mound planted with trees on ”Walton Flats” was always regarded as ”the grave of the Scotch warriors.” The place was rather a solitary one at night, and some superst.i.tious fear was often confessed by others than children, when pa.s.sing it after nightfall. It was in this mound, in 1855, whilst looking for remains of the said ”Scotch warriors,” that I came upon evidences of Roman occupation. Faith in the legend was attested when one of the workmen informed me that he had found in the mound a halfpenny with the figure of a Scotchman in the place of Britannia, on the reverse. I found it to be a Roman second bra.s.s coin, the military costume of a soldier suggesting to the labourer a kilted Highlander.
Although at various times relics of the fight have been picked up, they are now extremely rare. The flood waters of the Ribble have occasionally dislodged human bones, including skulls, from the banks, and these are almost universally, if somewhat vaguely, a.s.sociated with ”Scotch warriors,” but without any definite notion as to the period or cause of their presence in the neighbourhood. I remember, many years ago, suggesting to a very old man employed on a rope-walk near the south bank of the river, that, as a number of English, including some Lancas.h.i.+re men, were slain in the great battle in 1648, it was possible a portion of the bones might belong to them. He did not deny the _possibility_; but simply remarked that he had never heard the remains attributed to any but the aforesaid ”Scotch warriors;” and he was evidently, from his point of view, too ”patriotic” to entertain, himself, the slightest doubt on the subject.
A Protestant minister of Annandale, a Mr. Patten, who accompanied the Stuart army, and published a ”History of the Rebellion” in 1715, condemns the Jacobite leaders for not defending the ”Pa.s.s of the Ribble.” The approach to the old bridge down the steep incline from Preston was by a lane, which was, he says, ”very deep indeed.” This lane was situated about midway between the present road and the hollow, yet visible, by which the Roman road pa.s.sed to the north. He adds--”This is that famous lane at the end of which Oliver Cromwell met with a stout resistance from the King's forces, who from the height rolled down upon him and his men (when they had entered the lane) huge large millstones; and if Oliver himself had not forced his horse to jump into a quicksand, he had luckily ended his days there.” Commenting on this pa.s.sage in the ”History of Preston,” I say--”Notwithstanding Mr. Patten's political conversion _afterwards_, and his horror of the 'licentious freedom' of those who 'cry up the old doctrines of pa.s.sive obedience, and give hints and arguments to prove hereditary right,' he appears to have retained all the antipathy of a Stuart partizan to the memory of Oliver Cromwell.
Yet the loyalty of 1648 became rebellion in 1715, when Mr. Patten's head was in danger. Such is the mutation of human dogmatism.”
Cromwell, in a letter to the Solicitor-General, ”his worthy friend, Oliver St. John, Esquire,” shortly after the battle, relates an incident which ill.u.s.trates one of the phases of religious thought amongst our Puritan ancestors, and which is by no means extinct at the present time.
He says--”I am informed from good hands, that a poor G.o.dly man died in Preston, the day before the fight; and being sick, near the hour of his death, he desired the woman that cooked to him, to fetch him a handful of gra.s.s. She did so; and when he received it, he asked, whether it would wither or not, now it was cut? The woman said 'yea.' He replied, 'So should this Army of the Scots do, and come to nothing, so soon as ours did but appear,' or words to this effect, and so immediately died.”
Thomas Carlyle's old Puritan blood is up, as he contemplates the possibility of some adverse critic citing this story as evidence of Cromwell's intellectual weakness, or, at least, of his p.r.o.neness to superst.i.tion. He almost fiercely exclaims--”Does the reader look with any intelligence into that poor old prophetic, symbolic, Death-bed scene at Preston? Any intelligence of Prophecy and Symbol, in general; of the symbolic Man-child _Mahershalal-hashbaz_ at Jerusalem, or the handful of Cut Gra.s.s at Preston--of the opening Portals of Eternity, and what departing gleams there are in the Soul of the pure and the just?
Mahershalal-hashbaz ('Hasten-to-the-spoil,' so called), and the bundle of Cut Gra.s.s are grown somewhat strange to us! Read; and having sneered duly,--consider.”
In August, 1651, Colonel Lilburne defeated the Earl of Derby at Wigan-lane, in which engagement the gallant Major-general Sir Thomas Tildesley fell. On the day previous to the battle, a skirmish took place between the Royalists and the Parliamentary troops at the ”pa.s.s of the Ribble.” In his letter to Cromwell, Lilburne says--”The next day, in the afternoone, I having not foot with me, a party of the Enemies Horse fell smartly amongst us where our Horses were grazing, and for some s.p.a.ce put us pretty hard to it; but at last it pleased the Lord to strengthen us so as that we put them to flight, and pursued them to _Ribble-bridge_, (this was something like our business at _Mussleburgh_), and kild and tooke about 30 prisoners, most Officers and Gentlemen, with the loss of two men that dyed next morning; but severall wounded, and divers of our good Horses killed.”
ANNO DOMINI 1715. ”Time's whirligig” hath brought about strange changes.
A ”Restoration” and a ”Glorious Revolution” have pa.s.sed across the stage. The faithful followers of the dethroned Stuarts, the ”royalists”
of the last century, have been transformed into the ”rebels” of this.
The partizans of Prince James Francis Edward Stuart, styled the ”Elder Pretender,” after a successful march from Scotland, arrived at Preston, and took possession of the town.