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[Roxburghe Collection, III. 915.]

Iter Boreale;

Or,

Tpburn in Mourning for the Loss of a Saint. A NEW SONG, TO THE TUNE OF, Now ye Toryes that Glories. Written by J. D.

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Ehold Great Heaven's Protection,

Behovah Frowns for to see

Pretended Zeal claim Election
In Rights of Monarchy.

Great Charles, in spight of all Treason,
Preserves his Kingdoms in Peace;

He rules by Law and by Reason,

Whilst Whigg melts in his own Grease:
Ignoramus is out of Doors;

Flye, O flye, ye Base Sons of se

Poland or Holland will hide such Bores,
Who Rebellion have sown:

For nothing but Royalty, Loyalty,
Shall in our Isle be known.

The Be[th]ellites are in mourning

To see their Syre so Cold:
Zownes! who thought of adjourning
A Zealot so Factious bold?

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J.D.'s Iter Boreale.

To Prayers, ye Pestilent Whiggs,
The Devil may hear you in time:
What think you by Oliver's Jigg?
Gad, 't brings my Song into Rime.

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Hamburgh once again take thy own,

Tyburn long for thy Son doth Groan;

Cromwel's disturb'd with her making moan,
Curses the sins brought him there:

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Then let us be Merry, drink Sherry,
The Zealots no longer fear.

Whine louder, ye Priests of the Zealous,1
For Heaven is Deaf to your Prayers:

Why do ye Deceive us, and tell us

You travel in Heaven's Affairs?

What Saint e're came, or Professor,

From [the] Grave to teach to Dethrone

Your lawful King and Successor,

Whom next to Heaven we own?

If these be Tricks of your Whiggish Tribe,

No Saint will ever the Devil chide;

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Though in the bottom of Hell he hide

Such Lovers of Kings the wrong way:

Then Hey! Boys, Trounce it and Bounce it,

For Monarchy gets the Day.

Must Nine-penny Esquire be forgotten ? 2

O! do not to memory bring

Those Hamburgh Sayings, where Hot ones;

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Puueq Rogue, did'st thou Murder the K[ing]?" Must still the Zealous o'er rule us;

Shall Council Gowns be above

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Then Hey! Boyes, Laugh it and Quaffe it,
Let Moor[e] to the King Appeal.

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1 Refers to Robert Ferguson, on whom see late pages of final Monmouth Group. 2 Probably John Hampden, Esquire; of whom anon, in the Rye-House Plot. 3 Sir John Moore, chosen Lord Mayor of London, 1681, a strong Tory.

Tyburn in mourning for loss of Saint Bethel.

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Be gone, base Sons of the Nation,

That Love not the Power of Kings;

Go, seek Dad Be[th]el's new Station,
'Twill hold Ten thousand such Things:
Go, mourn the Sin of Rebellion,
You would set up in the City;

Take with you your New Friend Pa[pillion],1
The rest of the Old Committee.

Let Love and Loyalty once more Reign

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Within your breasts, for great Charlemaine, [=Chas. II.
And for the Prince that's come home again, D. of York.
Who our Peace will support.

Then Hey! Boyes, Drink it, ne'r Shrink it,

Here's a Health to the King and Court!

London: Printed for C. Tebroc, Anno Dom. 1682.

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[C. Tebroc is disguise-reversal for Charles Corbet. White-letter. No woodcut.]

We have again incidentally mentioned John Dryden (in disclaiming for him the authorship of the preceding Roxburghe Ballad by a different "J. D.”), and must allude to the spiteful reprint by John Smith, in 1681, of An Elegy on the Usurper O[liver] C[romwell], by the Author of Absalom and Achitophel : published to shew the Loyalty and Integrity of the Poet: beginning :

And now 'tis time: for their officious haste,
Who would before have borne him to the Sky,
Like eager Romans, e're all Rites were past,
Did let too soon the sacred Eagle fly. Etcetera.

But, as this unauthorized reprint is virtually unknown, we here give the Postscript appended on the other side of the sheet, pretending to be also from Dryden's hand. It betrays the malignity of Dryden's foes, who desired to stop his pension.

Postscript.

The of beats I in Rose-Alley bore.2

He Printing of these Rhimes afflicts me more

This shows my nauseous Mercenary Pen
Would praise the vilest and the worst of men.
A Rogue like Hodge am I, the World will know it,
Hodge was his Fidler, and I, John his Poet.

This may prevent the pay for which I write;

For I for pay against my Conscience fight.

I must confess so infamous a Knave

Can do no Service, though the humblest Slave.

[i.e. L'Estrange.

1 Thomas Papillion of Fenchurch Street was committed to the Marshalsea, for the Pritchard fine; he fled to Holland in November, 1684, and came back along with Slingsby Bethel, and other "returned empties," in February, 1685.

2 A brutal reference to the outrage on Dryden, December 18, 1679.

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The repetition of the same mean taunt is found in Samuel Pordage's verses, The Medal Revers'd: A Satyre against Persecution, By the Author of Azaria and Hushai. London: Printed for Charles Lee. Anno 1682 (beginning, "How easie 'tis to sail with wind and tide"): wherein we read,

This well the author of the Medal knew,

When Oliver he for an Hero drew.

He then swam with the Tide; appear'd a Saint,
Garnish'd the Devil with Poetick Paint.

When the Tide turn'd, then strait about he veers,
And for the stronger side he still appears.

Thus continued" Lame Mephibosheth, the Wizard's son," his contest with Dryden.
More foul is the attack by Thomas Shadwell, in The Medal of John Bayes:
A Satyr against Folly and Knavery. London: Printed for the notorious Richard
Janeway (= "Seditious Dick "), 1682. In this the tirade is continuous, e.g.,
Your Loyalty you learn'd in Cromwel's Court,
Where first your Muse did make her great effort:
On him you first shew'd your Poetick strain,
And prais'd his opening the Basilick Vein.

"See his Poem upon

Given in Italic type, and with this explanatory Note:
Oliver. And wisely he essay'd to staunch the Blood by breathing of a Vein"
(Quarto, p. 8). Here "wisely" is the gratuitous and malicious interpolation by
Tom Shadwell. Edward Waller had belauded the Protector, of old, no less than
Dryden had done, but escaped the Satirists by courtier-like pliancy and frivolity.
Dryden was feared by them as a dangerous foe, and libelled accordingly.

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Content's a Treasure.

"I am content, I do not care,

Wag as it will the world for me;
When fuss and fret was all my fare

It got no ground that I could see;
So when away my caring went,

I counted cost, and was content."-John Byrom.

HE Return of the Duke of York from Scotland gave satisfaction to those who saw to what ruinous extremes the revolutionary intrigues and tumults of the Shaftesbury faction were tending, with Monmouth as the future puppet king. One outburst of loyalty is the spirited Roxburghe Ballad following immediately. It was sung to the popular tune called (from the burden) And a Begging we will go; or (from the first line of the original song), "There was a jovial Beggar: "for which see Bagford Ballads, p. 216. The Jovial Loyalist, who here presents himself before us, is a rollicking soul who feels no desire to enter into any plots whatever, loves his lass and his tipple, pays his dues if cash be ready, and does not injure his digestion by considering abstruse questions of casuistry. If called on to fight for the King, or for the King's Royal Brother, he will answer the demand bravely, and do his best to punish rebellion, without hair-splitting. But, on the whole, he prefers claret to a carbine, and a set of boon companions to meeting conventiclers, either as friends or foes. He stands up for his Queen also, Catharine of Braganza, so long as he is able to keep the perpendicular, and treats with contempt the base allegations of Titus Oates against her. He is even so complaisant (if liquor be good) as to drink the health of him whom he styles "the Prince," though there can be little enjoyment in it if he means Prince George of Denmark; still less if it be William of Orange.

Mihi est propositum in Taberná mori,
Vinum sit oppositum, morientis ori:

Ut dicant, cum Venerint, Angelorum chori,
'Deus sit propitius huic potatori.'

So sang worthy Walter de Mapes, beginning his carol; which in the happiest mood genial Leigh Hunt translated, a little too late for our "Jovial Loyalist " :

I devise to end my days, in a Tavern, drinking,

May some Christian hold for me the glass when I am shrinking,
That the Cherubim may cry, when they see me sinking,

"God be merciful to a Soul of this gentleman's way of thinking!"

VOL. V.

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