The whole management of public affairs was, at this period, intrusted to five persons, and hence the famous combination, the united letters of which formed the word ’Cabal:’—­Clifford, Arlington, Buckingham, Ashley, and Lauderdale.  Their reprehensible schemes, their desperate characters, rendered them the opprobrium of their age, and the objects of censure to all posterity.  Whilst matters were in this state a daring outrage, which spoke fearfully of the lawless state of the times, was ascribed, though wrongly, to Buckingham.  The Duke of Ormond, the object of his inveterate hatred, was at that time Lord Lieutenant of Ireland.  Colonel Blood,—­a disaffected disbanded officer of the Commonwealth, who had been attainted for a conspiracy in Ireland, but had escaped punishment,—­came to England, and acted as a spy for the ‘Cabal,’ who did not hesitate to countenance this daring scoundrel.

His first exploit was to attack the Duke of Ormond’s coach one night in St. James’s Street:  to secure his person, bind him, put him on horseback after one of his accomplices, and carry him to Tyburn, where he meant to hang his grace.  On their way, however, Ormond, by a violent effort, threw himself on the ground; a scuffle ensued:  the duke’s servants came up, and after receiving the fire of Blood’s pistols, the duke escaped.  Lord Ossory, the Duke of Ormond’s son, on going afterward to court, met Buckingham, and addressed him in these words:—­

’My lord, I know well that you are at the bottom of this late attempt on my father; but I give you warning, if he by any means come to a violent end, I shall not be at a loss to know the author.  I shall consider you as an assassin, and shall treat you as such; and wherever I meet you I shall pistol you, though you stood behind the king’s chair; and I tell it you in his majesty’s presence, that you may be sure I shall not fail of performance.’

Blood’s next feat was to carry off from the Tower the crown jewels.  He was overtaken and arrested:  and was then asked to name his accomplices.  ‘No,’ he replied, ’the fear of danger shall never tempt me to deny guilt or to betray a friend.’  Charles II., with undignified curiosity, wished to see the culprit.  On inquiring of Blood how he dared to make so bold an attempt on the crown, the bravo answered, ’My father lost a good estate fighting for the crown, and I considered it no harm to recover it by the crown.’  He then told his majesty how he had resolved to assassinate him:  how he had stood among the reeds in Battersea-fields with this design; how then, a sudden awe had come over him:  and Charles was weak enough to admire Blood’s fearless bearing and to pardon his attempt.  Well might the Earl of Rochester write of Charles—­

    ’Here lies my sovereign lord the king,
       Whose word no man relies on;
     Who never said a foolish thing,
       And never did a wise one.’

Notwithstanding Blood’s outrages—­the slightest penalty for which in our days would have been penal servitude for life—­Evelyn met him, not long afterwards, at Lord Clifford’s, at dinner, when De Grammont and other French noblemen were entertained.  ‘The man,’ says Evelyn, ’had not only a daring, but a villanous, unmerciful look, a false countenance; but very well-spoken, and dangerously insinuating.’