a splendid view over the shires of Warwick, Gloucester, and Worcester, and portions of other counties besides.  The hill itself stood in Warwickshire, but we had crossed the boundary into Oxfordshire on our way to Banbury some time in the early hours of the morning.  The Royalist Army, under King Charles I, had encamped a few miles from Banbury, when Prince Rupert sent the king word that the army of the Parliament, under the command of the Earl of Essex, had arrived at Kineton.  The king’s army had left Shrewsbury two days before Essex’s army departed from Worcester, and, strange as it might appear, although they were only about twenty miles away from each other at the start, they travelled almost side by side for ten days without either army knowing the whereabouts of the other.  The distance between them was only six miles when the news reached the king, who, although the day was then far advanced, resolved to give battle at once.  The Earl of Lindsey, who had acquired his military experience fighting in the Low Countries, was General of the king’s army, while the king’s nephew, Prince Rupert, the finest cavalry officer of his day, commanded the Horse, Sir Jacob Astley the Foot, Sir Arthur Aston the Dragoons, Sir John Heyden the Artillery, and Lord Bernard a troop of Guards.  The estates and revenues of this single troop were estimated to be at least equal to those of all the members who, at the commencement of the war, voted in both Houses of Parliament; so if money could have won the battle, the king’s army ought to have been victorious; the king, moreover, had the advantage of a strong position, as his army was well placed under the summit of the hill.  The battle was fought on Sunday, October 23rd, 1643, and resulted in a draw, and, though the armies stood facing each other the next day, neither of them had the heart to take the initiative or to fight again, for, as usual in such warfare, brother had been fighting against brother and father against son; so Essex retired to Warwick and the king to Oxford, the only town on whose loyalty he could depend.  But to return to the battle!  The prayer of Sir Jacob Astley, the Commander of the king’s foot soldiers, has been recorded as if it were one of the chief incidents on that unhappy day, and it was certainly admirable and remarkable, for he said, “O Lord!  Thou knowest how busy I must be this day.  If I forget Thee, do not Thou forget me!” and then in place of the usual “Amen” he called out “March on, boys!” Prince Rupert, with his dashing and furious charge, soon put Essex’s cavalry to flight, pursuing them for miles, while the right wing was also driven back; but when the king’s reserve, commanded by Sir John Byron, saw the flight of both wings of Essex’s army, they made sure that the battle was won, and, becoming anxious for some share in the victory, joined the others in their chase.  Sir William Balfour, however, who commanded Essex’s reserve, seeing the advantage this afforded him, wheeled