fidence to visit Oxford, in the best durst encounter the most learned Bishop Saunderson, who in vain could resist it; ten angels, powerfully appearing to his chancellor, were satisfactory motives to make by the golden rule of practice a true licentiate.

The schools can make it disputable, whether what was intended the greatest encourager of virtue, hath not been the least acquainted with merit. Learning and loyalty put beyond all dispute, brought to the test, would be rarely found above in the fees and Mandamus of not a few booted fishermen for degrees (as they call them which are catched by a golden hook). Losers may have a prating license: If a few complain, many have cause to praise this golden age. He must be wise who is rich, or some whose mercenary spirits can give so glib a commendation to the most deplorable pieces of folly, may be questioned for that wisdom which makes fools and themselves equally fortunate.

Worldly grandeur, with the not misbecoming attributes of right honourable and right worshipful, sometimes can have a too unhappy resemblance to Pagan idols, which, having eyes and ears, neither hear nor see.

Whose wisdom lies in another man's head (who can be blind and deaf for interest) may make a comment on that text, which will have a man, being in honour, compared to the beasts which perish without understanding.

Some will have our English Solomon in pain, to have listened to a woman for a remedy. There are who guess by the touchstone of physick, whose ignorance might exceed a fanatick's sermon, not the only empirick who attended our hero. France, France, often repeated in the opinion of a Francis, could equal the titles of an emperor: To excuse his mistakes, and make a parallel for all worthies, we may repeat the Soldier, Soldier. Some think they honour most in making no soldier, but an uncommissioned and peaceable spectator to the most happy of revolutions.

When the stinking part, offensive to most nostrils, had her presbyterian appurtenances adjoined, which, long laid aside for sweetening, had not deposited their rankness to clear noses, one of their prime votes was, that no man should be capable of office, who would not subscribe rebellion lawful; for by a necessary illation it is deducible, if a war against the king was just. I have heard some, not of so ill-informed judgments, as to believe the levelling of a war against a prince not treason, yet so loose-principled in religion, that they would assert all oaths and subscriptionslawful, which might render capable of serving the royal interest; such tools were as profitable to loyalty, as the gnosticks to christianity. He, who dares not trust God, in vain may be credited by man. To play the devil for God's sake' hath been a common proverb, but was never entered for an article in a sober belief.

Who could glory in being confessors, and could think to suffer, in the cause of God, their king, and country, martyrdom, air, and dirt, life and fortune were contemptible trifles to them,

proposing white robes in confession, and purple in their sufferings, which might be prologues to crowns and immortality; but such, who followed deserted loyalty, as the people our Saviour into the wilderness for the miracle of loaves, seeking worldly advantages, might pawn their souls for trash, and sin for a morsel of

bread.

⚫ It is an atheistical piece of folly to disown omnipotency, that we may gratify weak surmisers.

The custom of swearing and forswearing hath, in our unhappy land, took away the sense of perjury; by the no infrequent use of poison, it went into the opinion of such nutriment, as might seem necessary for their constitutions. In a wilderness of apes and monkies, none could dread, by an oath, to take in a spider.

That oaths may make a land mourn, we have religion to assure, and reason to instruct us; but, how they can be instruments to our rejoicing, may be an article of that creed only, which could exchange a Christ for an Adonis, and make religion truckle to every darling folly.

In such an apostasy, as might make an unhappy land sigh, and wonder at herself so soon turned leper, some believe a thundering legion to have secured our Theodosius; we received a Charles by the grace of God, not favour of men. No quirks nor intrigues of giddy politicians, but he alone, who rules the wheel of human vicissitudes, produced this happier revolution; the best of physicians, and no worm-brained mountebank of state, subvened to our distractions; when the twisting of sand by foolish combinations was found a successless folly, and the brain-sick hopes of fondest royalists might pass for phrensy. God derided from hea ven, and, by dividing their councils, who were enemies to our David, turned the wisdom of our Achitophels into a rope.

When the bricks were doubled, a Moses came; our task-masters grown intolerable, God raised us up deliverers. The stars in their courses, which fought against, fight for us; the most inauspicious planets, by happier conjunctions, deposit their malevolence, and seem to have friendly aspects for loyalty, by a more propitious revolution. Sure this was the Lord's doing, and should be marvellous in our eyes. God scattered the men who took delight in war, and, by a bloodless victory, gave us peace; the prayers and tears of a poor and distressed party, the weapons of the church militant, prevailed over the loud-crying blasphemy and, perjuries of their enemies.

The war begun from Scotland, a nation fatal to princes. A re gion of darkness can give light; and the north, infamous for ill, must be celebrated for good, since from that place we received the first part of our cure, to which we owed the beginning of mischief.

The lord, who, being a general, gave way to a prince's ruin, without which it could not have been effected; now a private man

opens a way for a general, which led for a king's restoration, without which it might have been vainly hoped.

The dragon's tail, which gave royalty the fatal wound, cures it by an antimonarchical note; by seeking to introduce a plurality of generals, brings in one king.

The members, which an army secluded, an army restores. Now better restored to their senses, than to believe a king, though intitled to the name of a Solomon, when he called them all princes, they could not now fancy the members eternal (who, by the loss of that unhappy head, which, intrusted with power for its own ruin, might find themselves mortal); they could no longer dream of being omnipotent, when, as a debt due to vengeance for deny. ing the just tribute of allegiance, they had encountered the curse of curses, been servants of servants, and, what might be the high, est aggravation, enslaved by their own vassals.

An antesignane of schism seems a precursor of loyalty. He, who, by imposing on factious cars, had justly lost his own, now might seem worthy of the reserved head, which, in its lucid intervals, could be so beneficially sober.

Loyal reason was such a miracle from the self-contradicting author, as could produce a self-denying ordinance, which might be as instrumental to a happy restoration, as that was to the utter extinguishing of faint and glimmering loyalty.

The Sampsons, who had been bound and blinded by deceitful Dalilahs, false oaths, and foolish engagements, though with their own dissolution, can be content to pluck down the house of the Philistines so long devoted to the idol's folly.

A sober council met; the heart of the kingdom votes for an head, that it might be no longer a senseless nation: by whose returned command a loyal body is legally summoned, which may truly hear patriots, restorers, an healing senate, sanctuaries, not slaughter-houses of innocents; who, by contributing religious and loyal votes, have expiated there the cruel follies, where irreligious and disloyal suffrages changed an happy land into a field of blood.

The merry Dr. Collins desired his taking of the covenant might be deferred till the day of judgment, when it would be clearly known what became of covenanters.

Wise men will suspend rash censures; while the curtain is drawn, the best of prophets are but probable conjecturers.

Nothing of earthly glory hath been wanting to grace our hero, even to the Apotheosis of an emperor.

Our patron George interred, a solemnity was intended to a tutelar saint of the name; which had it been performed, an hotbrained zealot, who had perused a Tertullian, or a St. Cyprian de Spectaculis, might be more dangerously troublesome, to the discomposure of weak and scrupulous noddles, than the poly-pragmatick lawyer in his less significant and more ridiculous misquoting of them against stage-plays. That, which is not evil in itself, may be sometimes not well advised.

The order of the garter may defend itself by its motto, Evil to him who evil thinketh.'

Theognis will have Jupiter neither with rain, nor without it, to please all men. Neither a close fist, nor an open hand, can want a misconstruction. What was wanting to nearest relations was conferred on the general, without whom all might seem unavailable for

a crown.

Wise men can be pleased with the most excellent gratitude, and fools can be gratified with the gaiety of the sight.

It was the custom of heathens to destroy the living, under pretence of honouring the dead; not a few, made close mourners by a civil death, seemed to follow the corpse of an usurper.

Some can fancy, that an Essex, Ireton, and a Cromwell lay in their beds of blasphemed honour with more fond state; none are supposed to have equalled his funeral-pomp, inferior alone to that of princes by a diadem. The defects of earth may heaven supply, by changing a fickle coronet into a never-fading crown.

Mars, in most opinions, is best pictured reeking in blood; a general rendered inglorious, if not exposed in the purple of war; to bring in our hero with the white robes of a confessor, and disengaged from the bloody camps of a rebellious schism, to make a soldier of the church militant, which can only lead to the truly triumphant paths of glory, if an error is more venial than by intitling to the craft to bestow on him the prey of foxes; a great, rather than a good renown, unworthy of a Christian champion. Let Mahometans glory in praises common to wolves, bears, and tygers, who expect in Paradise no pleasure above that of goats, by the enjoyment of brutish sensuality.

Foolish historians, like fond heralds, make the most savage of beasts supporters to the arms of the highest grandeur; butcheries and debaucheries the prime parts in the tragedies of their heroes. What, but named, might turn Christians blood into a congealed cake of ice, is affixed to the story to make a more horrible Polyphemus.

Discretion should lay aside the bloody shirt. The famed conqueror of the East, who, instead of all the vain pomp of proud funerals, would have a shirt carried aloft in triumph, to shew how small a portion was left a Saladine, after his mighty acquisitions, surely had a cleanly shift, and no bloody emblem exposed of human inconstancy. The cruel piece of duty, which sacrificed a man to revenge for an injured father, though some can fancy generous, heroick, and a prophetick action, which first made the soldier, who was to restore the common parent, may it ever be forgot, whilst the bloodless conquest, for a country's father, never wants a grateful commemoration.

May the bloody atchievements in a Belgick, Irish, Scottish war be ever silenced, and after so honourable a death, be introduced by no puny historian, who, while he fancies the erecting of trophies, by accumulating the dangerously acquired conquests of an

hero, exposes a brutish valour, and baffled reason, for marks of honour, by a mistake of objects, affixes indelible notes of infamy. While the lion is forgot, may the triumphs of the lamb be celebrated, who unlearned us the fierceness of savages, and by attending to the voice of peace, became a Gratioso to a most peaceable prince on earth, and hath the promise of the blessing which attends upon peace-makers, and thus may be intitled a favourite to the King of Kings, who disdains not the title of the Prince of Peace.

It was no cruel victory to which our hero owed his honours, and three nations their preservation. God appeared not in the thunder and lightning of war, but in the soft whisperings of peace, for the most happy of restorations.

The general can never want the encomium of a Fabius, will be ever intitled, by delays, the restorer. To attribute our restora, tion to the church's prayers, though an heterodox, can be no culpable opinion, which cannot dishonour God by ascribing all to his mercies, nor the king to have his cause owned by heaven, nor the general, by being made an instrument in the hand of the Almighty, when his own arm was withered by the loss of strength in a commission.

The Psalmist's fool said in his heart there was no God; and he said that all men were lyars. May wars, plagues, nor fires, be the cruel remembrancers to instruct that truth, which we are so apt to forget! To God only belongeth salvation.

Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us but to thy name be the glory. Who would rob God of his glory on earth, may fall short of being glorified in heaven.

To God alone, as ever due, be ever glory, whose fame only can make an history everlasting.