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chap, the army was drawn up to welcome the sovereign. He smiled,—-— bowed, and extended his hand graciously to the lips of thecolonels and majors. But all his courtesy was vain. Thecountenances of the soldiers were sad and lowering; and, hadthey given way to their feelings, the festive pageant of whichthey reluctantly made a part would have had a mournful andbloody end. But there was no concert among them. Discordand defection had left them no confidence in their chiefs or ineach other. The whole array of the City of London was underarms. Numerous companies of militia had assembled fromvarious parts of the realm, under the command of loyal noble-men and gentlemen, to welcome the King. That great dayclosed in peace; and the restored wanderer reposed safe inthe palace of his ancestors.