"So perish all his enemies," he repeated, "a very just vengeance, and 'tis my chance to see it, as it was to see the king die at Whitehall. But Lord, 'tis a bloody business--and to see how cheerful he bore it!" He rapped on his snuff-box and hemmed away his emotion.  "Gad!" he said, suddenly staring at a face that rose above the crowd near him, "I was almost fool enough to think the fanatic's prophecy was come true, and there was General Harrison come alive again!  That young fellow yonder is the very marrow of him!  Some one of his family, I dare be sworn, poor wretch, and doubtless of the same way of thinking.  But 'tis as handsome a young sprig as I have seen this long time.  Lord, how time flies, and how one forgets business when there is any pleasuring toward; my lord will be in a fine fume;" and Mr. Samuel Pepys walked off towards the Admiralty offices without wasting another glance at Richard Harrison.