Imatges de pàgina
PDF
EPUB

The Whigs make their moan: O hone! O hone! 533

sufficient exactitude.' It was directed either to the Earl of Argyle (whom Monmouth met at Rotterdam about the 4th of February), or to one of his emissaries, probably to Major Abraham Holmes or Rumbold; otherwise it was not likely to have come afterwards into the possession of James Spence, who assuredly knew the key to Argyle's cypher, which Holmes did not. The latter in May accompanied Argyle to Scotland, where Rumbold perished on the scaffold, after having been severely wounded, so that he might have died on the journey if sent to England. It is not likely that Spence was at liberty to move about and meet Monmouth in April. As to the trysting-spot, it was Rotterdam or another of the Dutch towns, near the Hague; the date of letter probably about April, 1685.

Evidently, while thus irresolute, Monmouth assured William of Orange that he was meditating no insurrection. He wrote in his own name, or caused to be written for him by the Count de Waldeck, a Letter to King James the Second; apparently a Loyal Address, accepting the situation philosophically without a murmur, and professing allegiance to him. But this letter was never despatched to England. Either it was a subterfuge, to deceive William by the knowledge of it being concocted, so that time could thus be gained for the present unsuspectedly; or else vacillation caused a change of plan. This was near the end of February. Waldeck told Skelton, March 1st (N.S.), that Monmouth did not send the letter because of judging such a method not respectful enough; "and that he had thought it more proper to interpose the good offices of the Duchess of Monmouth or one of her friends." But D'Avaux shrewdly suspected that the Duke had other purposes in view, and a written submission might discourage his Revolutionary friends.

A week later, 8th of March (N.S.), it was known that Monmouth was at Amsterdam, whence he made a tour in the neighbourhood of the Hague, and was believed to have had several secret interviews with William at a seat three miles distant.

The condition of discomfited Whigs is shown in next ballad, 168%.

1 66 Vandervaye the minister [from the Prince of Nassau] has assured the person who went from me [D'Avaux] to discourse with him, that the Earl of Argyle came into this country not long before the death of the late king of England; and 'tis highly probable that he came to concert measures with the Prince of Orange and the Duke of Monmouth: and this day [March 9th, N.S. at least before the 15th] I heard that the Earl Argyle met the Duke of Monmouth at Rotterdam, when the latter went thither four days after the news of the King of England's death. The consequences of these interviews appeared soon after." -D'Avaux,iii. 164. This meeting would therefore be about our St. Valentine's day. 2 Of this Monmouth Letter to James we are told that "In the most respectful terms, it assured him of his perfect obedience and entire fidelity, and most humbly asked pardon for all his past offences. The Prince of Orange declared that he entirely approved of the letter, and that he advised the Duke of Monmouth to send it. It was drawn up by the Count de Waldeck."—D'Avaux, iii. 154.

The

Whigs' Lamentable Lamentation.

W

[TO THE TUNE OF, Sweet England's pride is gone, O hone! See p. 315.]

Hat have the Whigs to say? O hone! O hone!

Tories have got the day; O hone! O hone!

Lord Shaftsbury is dead, and the Duke of Monmouth fled,
We're bravely brought to bed; O hone! O hone!

Our gracious Sovereign too, O hone! O hone!

Is taken from us now; O hone! O hone!

[Feb., 168

8

Tho' he was the best of men, yet we try'd too, and agen,
Daily to murther him: O hone! O hone!

As we did Charles the First; O hone! O hone!
For which we are accurst; O hone! O hone!

But he's to Heaven gone, who[m] we did trample on;
Old James sits on the Throne: Ohone! O hone!

Many ways we did try, O hone! O hone!
The Crown him to put by: O hone! O hone!
We made this conclusion, drew Bill of Exclusion,
To work his confusion: O hone! O hone!

16

But our late Sovereign dear, O hone! O hone!
Declared York his Heir: O hone! O hone!
Then our good Parliament forc'd him to Banishment,
And wou'd to Hell him 've sent: O hone! O hone!
With rage we are inflam'd, O hone! O hone!
That he's each where proclaim'd: O hone! O hone!
But that which Plagues us most, is, our dear Knights o' th' Post
Do not now rule the Roast: O hone! O hone!

More and more we are vext, O hone! O hone!
That he's crown'd, April next, O hone! O hone!
A Parliament in May shall be call'd, he does say,
But there we'll hold him play: O hone! O hone!
For that is our last Game, O hone! O hone!
Or rather, surest sham; O hone! O hone!
If we must have our ends, our 66
Associating" Friends
Must make us all amends: O hone! O hone!

But if these damp'd Tories, O hone! O hone!

In which he so much glories, O hone! O hone!

24

[April 23.

We mean Church of England men, shou'd prove eleven to ten, Then we're quite undone, (Amen!) O hone! O hone!

Then how like Rogues we sit, O hone! O hone!

And look as if bes[m]it; O hone! O hone!

Scratching our Plotting pates, forfeiting our dear Estates,
And Quarters on City Gates: O hone! O hone!

32

40

I

[ocr errors]

The Tories' Triumph.

May I live far from Tories and Whigs of ill nature,
And farthest of all from a sly Observator: 1
May it ne'er be my fate to scribble for bread,
Nor write any longer than wise men will read.
May I ne'er be the man who will slight all the Laws,
And prostrate my Soul for the Pope and his cause;
Forget my dear Country, my youth, and my place,
Have a conscience like steel and a metallic face;
Be Sawney for Int'rest, and a politick Knave,
And go with a National curse to the Grave.
Let it not be my fate to part with my sense,
Nor yet with my conscience, for lucre of pence;
But keep my Religion, which is sober and brave,
My Property likewise, and not be a Slave,
But with good reputation lie down in my grave.
May I govern my Pen with absolute sway,

And write less and less as my wits wear away."

-On Le Strange: to the Tune of" The Old Man's Wish."

T was not to be expected that the Yorkists would place restraint on themselves in their joyful exultation

favourite James having so far overcome his enemies as to have peacefully mounted the Throne. They certainly had never been taught moderation in prosperity or dignity in adversity by their foes the Whigs, and consequently they may be pardoned for indulgence in somewhat excessive laudation of themselves in the following loyal ditty.

"It is a poor heart that never rejoices! " and if open confession be good for the soul, their state is the more gracious for making an honest confession that "If one Tory another doth see, they straight to the Tavern, and sing, There's none are so happy as we!"

[ocr errors]

They were easily pleased.

at their

[graphic]

The Observator, Roger L'Estrange's periodical Dialogues betwixt Jest and Earnest, had made the Whigs bitter against him, and references to the serial have been frequent. Our motto gives complete the Epigram which is based on Dr. Walter Pope's "Old Man's Wish." The original, issued in 1684, will follow. Above, is our caricature portrait of Roger L'Estrange, as Press Licenser.

The Tories' Triumph;

Or,

The Downfall of the Whigs.

[Tune, probably one newly composed, None so happy as we!]

YOme, let us be joyful and sing,

Com

Great-Britain will soon be at rest;

Here's a Health to all those love the King,
Confusion to all the pest.

Then let us be merry, for we
O'er Rebels do bear the sway;
[None others are happy as we,]

And drink till 'tis break of day.

Then what cause have we to repine,

Since our Nation is settled and strong?
Let ev'ry man drink off his Wine,

Whilst Rebels must hold their tongue.
Great-Britain the World shall command,
Rest in Love, Peace, and Unity;

Foreign Nations amaz'd shall stand,
To see none so Happy as we!

Then let us be merry! fill Wine!

[orig. "rest."

[Dropt line.

8

16

Let's drink while our Money doth last;

The Zealots have cause to repine,

24

Whilst we think not on Dangers past:

Let each man discharge a full Bumper,
Here's a Health unto Loyalty;

[Confusion] then light on each Rumper,

To see none so Happy as we!

The D[umb-founded] Whigs they do grumble,
To see us so happy and great;

But they dare not speak plain, but to mumble,
Each Presbyter's fearing's just fate:

While Tories quaff Bumpers a-main,
And under no Nation they be,
We care not for France, or for Spain,

For none are so Happy as we!

Now Tories may walk in the Street,
None to the contrary dare say;
And if that a Whig we do meet,

The Whig goes another way:

[blocks in formation]
[blocks in formation]

But undoubtedly shall be now blest.

If Domestic Tumults do cease,
And Plots discover'd all be,

Brave Englishmen may then sing in Peace,
"There's none are so happy as we!"
Great York [was] despis'd by the Rabble,

Though he's a matchless brave Prince, While all did praise Perkin, that Bauble,

A Puny in common sense:

But now they are quel'd and do say
They'l practice no Disloyalty:

And now the Whigs hang themselves may,
Whilst none live more Happy than we.

Some Rebels were still left behind,

Who fear'd neither Justice nor Laws,

But strive themselves to entwine

In the puшep pernicious Old Cause; But now they are all fled away,

And they most Unhappy now be ;
Then surely we've great cause to say,

"There's none more Happy than we!
Then let this suffice, we have Power,
All Nations shall unto us bow;
Was England so Happy before,
Or ever so Glorious as now?

Now, we have a most Gracious Prince,
By none this denyed can be:

Then surely we'r all blest, since,

There's none more Happy than we!

[blocks in formation]

[In White-letter. Date of first issue, 168.]

« AnteriorContinua »