Page 86 - A Jacobite Exile

of Gottenburg, where Sir Marmaduke, for the first time, came on
deck--looking a mere shadow of his former jovial self.

"Well, lads," he said, "I was glad to hear that you got through this business

quicker than I did. Here we are in Sweden, and here I, at least, am likely to
stay, unless I can pass by land through Holland, France, and across from
Calais, for never again will I venture upon a long voyage. I have been

feeling very ungrateful, for, over and over again, I wished that you had not
rescued me, as death on Tower Hill would have been nothing to the agonies

that I have been enduring!"

As soon as the vessel was warped alongside the quay, they landed, and put

up at an hotel, Sir Marmaduke insisting that the ground was as bad as the
sea, as it kept on rising and falling beneath his feet. Mr. Jervoise agreed to

return on board the following day, to fetch the luggage, which would by
that time have been got up from the hold.

At the hotel, they met several persons able to speak English, and from them
learnt how matters had been going on since they had last heard. The town

and fortress of Tonningen had fallen, after a vigorous defence; it had been
bombarded for eight days, and had repulsed one assault, but had been
captured at the second attack. England and Holland had agreed to furnish

fleets, and an army of twelve thousand Swedes were in readiness to march,
at once, while other armies were being formed. The king had, the week

before, reviewed the army gathered at Malmoe; and had, on the previous
day, arrived at Gottenburg, accompanied by the Duke of Holstein.

Mr. Jervoise went, the same afternoon, to find out some of his friends who
resided at Gottenburg. He was fortunate enough to find one of them, who

was able to inform him that his wife's cousin was now a major, in one of
the newly-raised regiments stationed at Gottenburg.

He found him without difficulty. Major Jamieson was delighted at the
coming of his former friend.