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gaping Court ushers, past

the royal jockeys, past the Queen herself (Heaven bless her!) past Lord
Mayor, Sheriffs, and yapping beagles, through the echoing gates of
Temple Bar, till we stood at the head of the procession, and longed,
with a mighty longing, that someone might dispute the way with us.
But we had no work for our clubs that morning. As we moved forward,
our body, like a growing snowball, was swelled by the 'prentices of
each ward, shouting as lustily as we, "Make way!" and hurling defiance,
like us, on all the Queen's foes by land and by sea. Even the gay sparks
of the Temple gave us no handle for a sally, for they shouted with the
best of us.
And so, down Fleet Street and in at the Ludgate, past the square tower
of Saint Paul's, and along merry Cheap, we passed; our numbers
swelling at every step, till it seemed as if all London was out escorting
her Majesty through the city. As you passed below Bow Church you
could scarcely hear the clanging of the bells for the shouting of the
people.
At the New Exchange there was like to be a battle at last. For the
'prentices, of the Bridge had heard the uproar from afar, and swarmed
down upon us in a flood, so that had we not held our own stoutly, we
should have been driven back upon the royal huntress herself.
"Stand, if you be men, and fall in after us!" I shouted.
"Ho! ho!" answered they; "since when was the printer's devil outside
the Bar made mayor of our town? Follow you us."
It was not a time for bandying words. From behind us came a shout,
"Pass on, pass on; room for the Queen!" And at the word we charged
forward, shoulder to shoulder, and brushed those unmannerly mercers
and barber-surgeons aside as a torrent the nettles that grow on its bank.
Let them follow as they list. The Queen went hunting to-day, and was
not to be kept standing for a score of London Bridges, if we knew it.
After that we passed shouting up the Cornhill, and so on to the Bishop's
Gate, where at length we halted and made a lane in our midst for her

Majesty to ride through.
Never, I think, did monarch ride down a prouder road than that, walled
four-deep for the length of two furlongs by youths who would fain have
spilt their blood twice over to do her service, and who, since that was
denied them, flung their shouts to heaven as she passed, and waved
their caps club-high. I think, in truth, she needed no telling what kind of
road it was, for as she cantered by her face was flushed and joyous, her
head was erect, and the hand she waved clenched on the little whip, as
though she grasped her people's hand. Then in a moment she was gone.
Thus for the first and only time did I set eyes on the great maiden
Queen; and when all was over, and the clattering hoofs and yelping
hounds and winding horns were lost in the distance, I came to myself
and found I was both hungry and athirst.
The crowd melted away. Some returned the way they had come: some
slunk back to their deserted shops: I to Finsbury Fields. For I accounted
it a crime that day to work--I would as soon have set up types on Lord
Mayor's Day. This day belonged to her Majesty, and I would e'en spend
it in her service, wrestling and leaping in the meadows, and training my
body to deeds of valour against her foes.
So I called on my clubs to follow me, and they came, and many besides;
for those who might not see the Queen hunt might see her loyal citizens
jump; and on a day like this it was odds if the nimblest 'prentices in all
London were not there to make good sport.
Therefore we straggled in a long crowd to Moorgate--man and maid,
noble and 'prentice, alderman and oyster-woman, jesting and scolding
as we jostled one another in the narrow way, and rejoicing when at
length we broke free into the pleasant meadows and smelt the
sweetness of the early hay.
Already I spied sport, for there before us swaggered the mercers'
'prentices of London Bridge, ready to settle scores for the affront they
had received at the New Exchange.

"Ho! ho!" quoth I, with vast content, "'tis time we had dinner, my lads,
if it comes to that."
So we besieged the booths, and fortified ourselves with beef and ale,
and felt ready for anything that might happen.
'Twas no battle after all; for, as ill-luck would have it, just as we faced
them and