[Footnote 2:  So little did Charles anticipate the approach of the enemy, that On the 12th he amused himself with hunting, and on the 13th at supper time wrote to secretary Nicholas that he should march the next morning, and proceed through Landabay and Melton to Belvoir, but no further.  Before midnight he had resolved to fight.—­See his letter in Evelyn’s Memoirs, ii.  App. 97.]

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Fairfax refused to move from his strong position near Naseby, and the king, yielding to the importunity of his officers, gave the word to advance.  Prince Rupert commanded on the right.  The enemy fled before him; six pieces of cannon were taken, and Ireton, the general of the parliamentary horse, was wounded, and for some time a prisoner in the hands of the victors.[1] But the lessons of experience had been thrown away upon Rupert.  He urged the pursuit with his characteristic impetuosity, and, as at Marston Moor, by wandering from the field suffered the victory to be won by the masterly conduct of Oliver Cromwell.

That commander found himself opposed to a weak body of cavalry under Sir Marmaduke Langdale.  By both the fight was maintained with obstinate valour; but superiority of numbers enabled the former to press on the flanks of the royalists, who began to waver, and at last turned their backs and fled.  Cromwell prudently checked the pursuit, and leaving three squadrons to watch the fugitives, directed the remainder of his force against the rear of the royal infantry.  That body of men, only three thousand five hundred in number, had hitherto fought with the most heroic valour, and had driven the enemy’s line, with the exception of one regiment, back on the reserve; but this unexpected charge broke their spirit; they threw down their arms and asked for quarter.  Charles, who had witnessed their efforts and their danger, made every exertion to support them; he collected several

[Footnote 1:  Ireton was of an ancient family in Nottinghamshire, and bred to the law.  He raised a troop of horse for the parliament at the beginning of the war, and accepted a captain’s commission in the new-modelled army.  At the request of the officers, Cromwell had been lately appointed general of the horse, and, at Cromwell’s request, Ireton was made commissary-general under him.—­Journals, vii. 421.  Rushworth, vi. 42.]

bodies of horse; he put himself at their head; he called on them to follow him; he assured them that one more effort would secure the victory.  But the appeal was made in vain.  Instead of attending to his prayers and commands, they fled, and forced him to accompany them.  The pursuit was continued with great slaughter almost to the walls of Leicester; and one hundred females, some of them ladies of distinguished