A short time before the assassination of Buckingham, when the king, after an obstinate resistance, had conceded his assent to the “Petition of Right,” the houses testified their satisfaction, perhaps their triumph, by their shouts of acclamation.  They were propagated by the hearers on the outside, from one to the other, till they reached the city.  Some confused account arrived before the occasion of these rejoicings was generally known.  Suddenly the bells began to ring; bonfires were kindled; and in an instant all was a scene of public rejoicing.  But ominous indeed were these rejoicings; for the greater part was occasioned by a false rumour that the duke was to be sent to the Tower.  No one inquired about a news which every one wished to hear; and so sudden was the joy, that a MS. letter says, “the old scaffold on Tower-hill was pulled down and burned by certain unhappy boys, who said they would have a new one built for the duke.”  This mistake so rapidly prevailed as to reach even the country, which blazed with bonfires to announce the fall of Buckingham.[234] The shouts on the acquittal of the seven bishops, in 1688, did not speak in plainer language to the son’s ear, when, after the verdict was given, such prodigious acclamations of joy “seemed to set the king’s authority at defiance; it spread itself not only into the city, but even to Hounslow Heath, where the soldiers, upon the news of it, gave up a great shout, though the king was then actually at dinner in the camp."[235] To the speculators of human nature, who find its history written in their libraries, how many plain lessons seem to have been lost on the mere politician, who is only such in the heat of action!

About a month before the duke was assassinated, occurred the murder, by the populace, of the man who was called “the duke’s devil.”  This was a Dr. Lambe, a man of infamous character, a dealer in magical arts, who lived by showing apparitions, or selling the favours of the devil, and whose chambers were a convenient rendezvous for the curious of both sexes.  This wretched man, who openly exulted in the infamous traffic by which he lived, when he was sober, prophesied that he should fall one day by the hands from which he received his death; and it was said he was as positive about his patron’s.  At the age of eighty, he was torn to pieces in the city; and the city was imprudently heavily fined L6000[236] for not delivering up those who, in murdering this hoary culprit, were heard to say, that they would handle his master worse, and would have minced his flesh, and have had every one a bit of him.  This is one more instance of the political cannibalism of the mob.  The fate of Dr. Lambe served for a ballad; and the printer and singer were laid in Newgate.[237] Buckingham, it seems, for a moment contemplated his own fate in his wretched creature’s, more particularly as another omen obtruded itself on his attention; for, on the very day of Dr. Lambe’s murder, his own portrait in the council-chamber was seen to