Cry not aloud , but pray for the welfare of New England and expect patiently what the Lord will do in this matter . '' The event was soon to be decided . All this time the roll of the drum had been approaching through Cornhill , louder and deeper , till with reverberations from house to house and the regular tramp of martial footsteps it burst into the street . A double rank of soldiers made their appearance , occupying the whole breadth of the passage , with shouldered matchlocks and matches burning , so as to present a row of fires in the dusk . Their steady march was like the progress of a machine that would roll irresistibly over everything in its way . Next , moving slowly , with a confused clatter of hoofs on the pavement , rode a party of mounted gentlemen , the central figure being Sir Edmund Andros , elderly , but erect and soldier-like . Those around him were his favorite councillors and the bitterest foes of New England . At his right hand rode Edward Randolph , our arch-enemy , that `` blasted wretch , '' as Cotton Mather calls him , who achieved the downfall of our ancient government and was followed with a sensible curse-through life and to his grave . On the other side was Bullivant , scattering jests and mockery as he rode along . Dudley came behind with a downcast look , dreading , as well he might , to meet the indignant gaze of the people , who beheld him , their only countryman by birth , among the oppressors of his native land . The captain of a frigate in the harbor and two or three civil officers under the Crown were also there . But the figure which most attracted the public eye and stirred up the deepest feeling was the Episcopal clergyman of King 's Chapel riding haughtily among the magistrates in his priestly vestments , the fitting representative of prelacy and persecution , the union of Church and State , and all those abominations which had driven the Puritans to the wilderness . Another guard of soldiers , in double rank , brought up the rear . The whole scene was a picture of the condition of New England , and its moral , the deformity of any government that does not grow out of the nature of things and the character of the people -- on one side the religious multitude with their sad visages and dark attire , and on the other the group of despotic rulers with the high churchman in the midst and here and there a crucifix at their bosoms , all magnificently clad , flushed with wine , proud of unjust authority and scoffing at the universal groan . And the mercenary soldiers , waiting but the word to deluge the street with blood , showed the only means by which obedience could be secured . `` O Lord of hosts , '' cried a voice among the crowd , `` provide a champion for thy people ! '' This ejaculation was loudly uttered , and served as a herald 's cry to introduce a remarkable personage . The crowd had rolled back , and were now huddled together nearly at the extremity of the street , while the soldiers had advanced no more than a third of its length . The intervening space was empty -- a paved solitude between lofty edifices which threw almost a twilight shadow over it . Suddenly there was seen the figure of an ancient man who seemed to have emerged from among the people and was walking by himself along the centre of the street to confront the armed band .
He wore the old Puritan dress -- a dark cloak and a steeple-crowned hat in the fashion of at least fifty years before , XXXXX a heavy sword upon his thigh , but a staff in his hand to assist the tremulous gait of age .
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