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ness those walls; witness the pavements, consecrated by the gore of their ever faithful progenitors.

We will conclude, great Sir, with a short prayer; and it is not that your Majesty may either protect us in, or restore us to our lost property, our churches, or our benefices; no, our loyalty is so seraphic, that it rejects all those drossy allays of self-interest; but it is, sacred Sir, that Heaven (whose darling we are sure you are) may grant to your most sacred Majesty, after having dashed to pieces all treasonable and traitorous associations and conspiracies; and after having soared, like a sun in its full meridian, over the heads of all your enemies, and naturally rebellious subjects, after having dismembered rebellion itself, that infernal hydra, and driven it into its hellish mansions, where we were sure it took its first breath, a happy, a speedy, a safe and glorious return to your ancient imperial throne; in success, a Cæsar ; in conquest, an

' Alexander; and a Constantine in religion.


Speech of Sir Richard Stott, Recorder of the

ancient Town of Berwick upon Tweed, spoken to his Royal Highness the Duke of York, upon his Entrance into Berwick,



WE humbly and heartily congratulate your coming to this poor but ancient town, a place

a more considerable for its situation than its fortune; yet, happier now than in former times, when it was made a butt for the two kingdoms to shoot at. Without our walls, great Sir, you may see those hills, where that royal blood which runs (happily united) in your princely veins, whilst it was divided betwixt your English and Scottish ancestors, did contend for empire and for glory; and it is our happiness that this place, which was once the utmost limits of two great kingdoms, is now the middle of our sovereign's dominions. We of this corporation were the most ungrateful of subjects, and the unworthiest of men, if we did not pay all duty and obeisance to your princely person. Your royal grandfather (whose sacred name you bear) was


our founder; he gave us, not only our privileges, which are great, but our subsistence, which supports us; and he tells us plainly, in his most munificent charter, that he did to oblige us to pay the greater duty and loyalty to him and his posterity for ever. Your royal father, the mirror of kings, was our benefactor, and our gracious sovereign hath largely extended his bounty to us, and we know that we cannot better express our duty and loyalty to him, than ia giving testimony of it to you, great Sir, his only brother. We have yet powerful motives from yourself: your noble and heroic actions have been the wonder of all Europe, nor can any loyal heart forget how boldly and prodigally you ventured

life for the honour and prosperity of his Majesty in these kingdoms, when in the year 1663, by the blessing of God upon your incomparable valour and conduct, you overthrew and vanquished the greatest fleet that ever the sea bore: then it was that you made Neptune's trident bow, and pay homage to the English sceptre. Let the ancient Romans tell us of their great sea-fight at Actium between Augustus and Mark Anthony; let our own histories relate the famous victory of your glorious progenitor, King Edward III. at Scluse ; let the modern histories of Europe declare that celebrated victory of Don John of Austria, at the battle of Lepanto : those must all strike sail, and veil our glorious triumph. If we search the annals of former ages, we can find nothing like it; and it is more than probable that the times to come may not produce a parallel. What shall we then render to you, great prince, for such inimitable actions and merits ? All we can say is, that next after our prayers for the long life and happy reign of our most gracious sovereign, we ardently wish all increase of honour, renown, and happiness to the glorious James, his most princely brother,



OLIVER Maillard, Doctor of Divinity, of the order of minor brothers of strict observance, was born in Britanny. He wrote several sermons and tracts of divinity in Latin. This good religious was universally allowed to be one of the best scholars of his day, but his zeal in the cause of religion and virtue outstripped his learning. He reproved the vices of his times with uncommon boldness, without any respect of persons, and depicted the sinners he had in view with such a masterly hand, that the likeness was immediately known. This conduct exposed him to the raillery of a number of wit5



lings, and the reproaches of those that could attack him with no other weapons ; so that the purity of his life could scarce shield him from the poisoned arrows that were levelled at him in the dark. As his portraits were drawn from real life, his sermons may be compared to a picturegallery, in which the reigning vices of that age are exhibited in the most faithful colourg. There never was a preacher, perhaps, that waged a more successful war with hypocrites, debauchees, &e. with whom all the departments of the church and state were at that time filled. He wrote with the same felicity that he spoke-the same in the pulpit, and the same on paper : he was never known to sully his tongue or his pen with flattery, or to disguise the truth; so that he was called “ the scourge of sinners.” Having fought the good fight, he was called by his Lord and Master, whom he had faithfully served, to receive the reward of his labours, on the 4th of January 1502. His remains were deposited in a cemetery of his own monastery, at Narbonne. Henry Stephen has made honourable mention of this monk in his Apology for Herodotus. He has inserted some extracts from his discourses in that work. This zealous divine, one day, preaching before the parliament at Thoulouse, drew so finished a portrait of a corrupt judge, and his application to many of the members of


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