Resolv'd such liberal souls are we
Though hating Nonconformity,
We yet believe the cash no worse is
That comes from Nonconformist purses.
Indifferent whence the money reaches
The pockets of our reverend breeches,
To us the Jumper's jingling penny
Chinks with a tone as sweet as any;
And ev❜n our old friends Yea and Nay
May through the nose for ever pray,
If also through the nose they'll pay.

Resolv'd, that Hooper *, Latimer†,
And Cranmer ‡, all extremely err,

"They," the Bishops, " know that the primitive Church had no such Bishops. If the fourth part of the bishopric remained unto the Bishop, it were sufficient."— On the Commandments, p. 72.

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Since the Prelates were made Lords and Nobles, the plough standeth, there is no work done, the people starve.” Lat. Serm.

+ "Of whom have come all these glorious titles, styles, and pomps into the Church. But I would that I, and all my brethren, the Bishops, would leave all our styles, and write the styles of our offices," &c. Life of Cranmer, by Strype,

Appendix.

In taking such a low-bred view

Of what Lords Spiritual ought to do:
All owing to the fact, poor men,

That Mother Church was modest then,
Nor knew what golden eggs her goose,
The Public, would in time produce.
One Pisgah peep at modern Durham
To far more lordly thoughts would stir 'em.

Resolv'd, that when we, Spiritual Lords,
Whose income just enough affords
To keep our Spiritual Lordships cozy,
Are told, by Antiquarians prosy,
How ancient Bishops cut up theirs,
Giving the poor the largest shares

Our answer is, in one short word,

We think it pious, but absurd.

Those good men made the world their debtor, But we, the Church reform'd, know better; And, taking all that all can pay,

Balance the' account the other way.

Resolv'd, our thanks profoundly due are

To last month's Quarterly Reviewer,

Who proves (by arguments so clear
One sees how much he holds per year)
That England's Church, though out of date,
Must still be left to lie in state,

As dead, as rotten, and as grand as
The mummy of King Osymandyas,
All pickled snug-the brains drawn out
With costly cerements swathed about,-
And "Touch me not," those words terrific,
Scrawl'd o'er her in good hieroglyphic.

*Part of the process of embalmment.

SIR ANDREW'S DREAM.

"Nec tu sperne piis venientia somnia portis :
Cum pia venerunt somnia, pondus habent."

PROPERT. lib. iv. eleg. 7.

As snug, on a Sunday eve, of late,

In his easy chair Sir Andrew sate,
Being much too pious, as every one knows,
To do aught, of a Sunday eve, but doze,
He dreamt a dream, dear, holy man,

And I'll tell you his dream as well as I can.
He found himself, to his great amaze,
In Charles the First's high Tory days,

And just at the time that gravest of Courts
Had publish'd its Book of Sunday Sports.*-

*The Book of Sports drawn up by Bishop Moreton was first put forth in the reign of James I., 1618, and afterwards republished, at the advice of Laud, by Charles I., 1633, with an injunction that it should be "made public by order from the Bishops." We find it therein declared, that "for his good people's recreation, his Majesty's pleasure was, that after the end of divine service they should not be disturbed, letted, or

Sunday Sports! what a thing for the ear
Of Andrew, even in sleep, to hear! ·

It chanced to be, too, a Sabbath day,

When the people from church were coming away; And Andrew with horror heard this song, As the smiling sinners flock'd along : "Long life to the Bishops, hurrah! hurrah! "For a week of work and a Sunday of play "Make the poor man's life run merry away."

"The Bishops!" quoth Andrew, "Popish, I guess," And he grinned with conscious holiness.

But the song went on, and, to brim the cup
Of poor Andy's grief, the fiddles struck up!

"Come, take out the lasses let's have a dance

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"For the Bishops allow us to skip our fill, "Well knowing that no one's the more in advance "On the road to heaven, for standing still.

discouraged from any lawful recreations, such as dancing, either of men or women, archery for men, leaping, vaulting, or any such harmless recreations, nor having of May-games, Whitsunales, or Morris-dances, or setting up of May-poles, or other sports therewith used," &c.