militia of all the maritime counties from the Wash
to the Land’s End was under arms. For persons
accused of offences merely political there was generally
much sympathy. But Barclay’s assassins
were hunted like wolves by the whole population.
The abhorrence which the English have, through many
generations, felt for domiciliary visits, and for all
those impediments which the police of continental
states throws in the way of travellers, was for a
time suspended. The gates of the City of London
were kept many hours closed while a strict search
was made within. The magistrates of almost every
walled town in the kingdom followed the example of
the capital. On every highway parties of armed
men were posted with orders to stop passengers of
suspicious appearance. During a few days it was
hardly possible to perform a journey without a passport,
or to procure posthorses without the authority of
a justice of the peace. Nor was any voice raised
against these precautions. The common people
indeed were, if possible, more eager than the public
functionaries to bring the traitors to justice.
This eagerness may perhaps be in part ascribed to
the great rewards promised by the royal proclamation.
The hatred which every good Protestant felt for Popish
cutthroats was not a little strengthened by the songs
in which the street poets celebrated the lucky hackney
coachman who had caught his traitor, had received his
thousand pounds, and had set up as a gentleman.673
The zeal of the populace could in some places hardly
be kept within the limits of the law. At the
country seat of Parkyns in Warwickshire, arms and
accoutrements sufficient to equip a troop of cavalry
were found. As soon as this was known, a furious
mob assembled, pulled down the house and laid the
gardens utterly waste.674 Parkyns himself was tracked
to a garret in the Temple. Porter and Keyes, who
had fled into Surrey, were pursued by the hue and
cry, stopped by the country people near Leatherhead,
and, after some show of resistance, secured and sent
to prison. Friend was found hidden in the house
of a Quaker. Knightley was caught in the dress
of a fine lady, and recognised in spite of his patches
and paint. In a few days all the chief conspirators
were in custody except Barclay, who succeeded in making
his escape to France.
At the same time some notorious malecontents were arrested, and were detained for a time on suspicion. Old Roger Lestrange, now in his eightieth year, was taken up. Ferguson was found hidden under a bed in Gray’s Inn Lane, and was, to the general joy, locked up in Newgate.675 Meanwhile a special commission was issued for the trial of the traitors. There was no want of evidence. For, of the conspirators who had been seized, ten or twelve were ready to save themselves by bearing witness against their associates. None had been deeper in guilt, and none shrank with more abject terror from death, than Porter. The government consented to spare him, and thus obtained,


