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Updated: June 9, 2025
"He died doing his duty like the officer and gentleman he was." Could any man have a finer epitaph? It is an extract from a letter written by Private J. Fairclough, Yorkshire Light Infantry, to General A. Wynn, and refers to the death of the General's son, Lieutenant G.O. Wynn, killed in action at Landrecies.
A True Relation of the Araignment of eighteene Witches, 5; Moderate Intelligencer, September 4-11, 1645. In writing the life of Samuel Fairclough, Clarke used Fairclough's papers; see ibid., 163. Fairclough was a Non-Conformist, but not actively sympathetic with Presbyterianism. Calamy was counted a Presbyterian. Hopkins, 5-6; Stearne, 18. One of these was Lowes.
"It occurs to me," Lessingham remarked, turning towards Philippa, "that Miss Fairclough's point of view is one to be considered." "Doesn't all that Miss Fairclough has said apply to me?" Philippa demanded, with a little break in her voice. "Richard is my twin brother, he is the dearest thing in life to me. Can't you realise, though, that what you ask of us is treason?"
None who saw them there would have dreamt of the long struggle they had been through, and that the ship was well nigh a wreck. It was now late in the afternoon, and Fairclough gave orders that all might turn in, as soon as they liked; except that an anchor watch, of four men, must maintain a sharp lookout, for the natives of the island were bitterly hostile to the whites.
Half an hour after the Dutch Governor had left, orders were given to get up the anchor and loosen the sails, and the brig was shortly on her way north. "Now, what is your next move?" Fairclough asked, as the bustle of getting under way subsided.
"My dear Miss Fairclough," he remonstrated, "in the interests of all of us, it is better that we should have a few moments of undisturbed conversation. I am taking it for granted that I have the pleasure of addressing Miss Fairclough?" There was something about the man's easy confidence which was, in its way, impressive yet irritating.
"The best thing you can do is to turn in, Lindsay," Fairclough said, after the former had finished his soup a task of no slight difficulty, under the circumstances. "You can do no good by remaining up." "How long is it likely to last?" "Probably for two or three days, possibly longer." "I will take your advice," Harry said. "I shall be glad to get these wet clothes off."
"You and Miss Fairclough," Lessingham went on, "have rather scoffed at my presence here on behalf of our Secret Service. It seemed to you both very ridiculous. Now you understand." "It makes no difference," Philippa protested tearfully. "You always told us the truth." "And I shall continue to do so," Lessingham assured her.
Fairclough stood for a minute, looking at the shivering mast, and the shrouds stretched like iron bars. "We must get the guns overboard, Mr. Hardy; she will never stand this," and indeed the waves, striking her broadside, were falling in a cascade over her.
The winds, as before, were light and, as the northeast monsoon was still blowing, the rate of progress was slow. "I wish we could have got into the Hooghly," Fairclough said, as he walked impatiently up and down the quarterdeck, "before the monsoon broke; but I don't see much chance of it. It generally changes about the middle of April, and we are well on in the first week, now.
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