which is intended only for shapely, handy casements. Wyatt showed an early aptitude for art, and Lord Bagot was at the cost of sending him to Italy to study. The Pantheon in Oxford Street seems to have been the crowning-piece of his fame and fortune, and on the death of Sir William Chambers he was appointed Surveyor to the Board of Works.

Lord Arthur Capel, the only son and heir of Sir Henry Capel, had an eventful career. He was noted for his hospitality and his many charities, and was chosen to represent Hertford in Parliament. At the breaking out of the Civil War, he supported the Parliament, and voted for the execution of Strafford; but he seems to have turned round, and raised a troop for the King. He fought with great valour, but finally had to capitulate, and retired to his estate at Hadham, and in Hadham Church is his monument. Unhappily for himself, he ventured to try his success again, and was compelled to surrender to Fairfax. Sir Charles Lucas and Sir George Lisle were shot, and the Lord of Cashiobury committed to the Tower. It is said that some angry speeches between him and Ireton sealed his fate. But however true this may be, he was brought to trial, and condemned for heading another outbreak of Royalists. He was sentenced to be hung,

drawn, and quartered; but this shocking sentence was commuted to beheading, and he met his end with the same valour that he had shown through his eventful life. Some verses that he wrote in the Tower found their way into the Gentleman's Magazine of 1757, and they are deservedly admired :

"That which the world miscalls a jail

A private closet is to me,

Whilst a good conscience is my bail,
And innocence my liberty.

Locks, bars, and solitude together met
Make me no prisoner, but an anchoret.
"Where sin for want of food must starve,
Where tempting objects are not seen,
And these strong walls do only serve
To keep rogues out and keep me in—
Malice is now grown charitable sure,
I'm not committed, but I'm kept secure.

"I'm in this cabinet locked up,

Like some high-prized margarite,
Or like some great mogul or pope
I'm cloistered up from public sight,
Retir'dness is a part of majesty,

And thus, proud Sultan, I'm as great as thee.

"These manacles upon mine arm

I as my mistress' favours wear,
And for to keep my ankles warm

I have some iron shackes there.

These walls are but my garrison, this cell

Which men call jail, doth prove my citadel.

"Although I cannot see my King,
Neither in person or in coin,

Yet contemplation is a thing

That renders what I have not, mine:
My King from me no adamant can part,
Whom I do wear engraven in my heart.

"Have you not heard the nightingale
A prisoner close kept in a cage,

How she doth chant her wonted tale

In that her narrow hermitage?

Even that her melody doth plainly prove

Her boughs are trees, her cage a pleasant grove."

After his death, it was discovered that he had left a request in his papers that his heart should be buried near the King's, and it was finally deposited at his estate at Hadham. The history of his son Arthur is even more dramatic. The estates of Cashiobury were sequestrated, but after the restoration of Charles II. they were again returned to him. He filled many high offices with ability and with credit, and was one of those concerned in what is commonly called the "Rye House Plot ;" and though he had opportunities of escape offered, he preferred to remain in prison and share the fortunes of his friend Lord Russell, fearing that his flight might injure his cause. He was found

dead in prison, and some attempt was made to show that he fell by his own hand, but this was not credited at the time.