And everywhere,

That the country rides rusty, and is all out of geer:

And for what?

May I not

In opinion vary,

And think the contrary,
But it must create

Unfriendly debate,

And disunion straight;

When no reason in nature

Can be given of the matter,

Any more than for shapes or for different

stature ?

If you love your dear selves, your religion or queen,
Ye ought in good manners to be peaceable men:
For nothing disgusts her

Like making a bluster:
And your making this riot,

Is what she could cry at,

Since all her concern's for our welfare and quiet.

I would ask any man

Of them all that maintain

Their passive obedience

With such mighty vehemence,

That damn'd doctrine, I trow !

What he means by it, ho',

Το trump it up now?

Or to tell me in short,
What need there is for't?

Ye may say, I am hot;

I say I am not;

Only warm, as the subject on which I am got.
There are those alive yet.

If they do not forget,

May remember what mischiefs it did church and

state:

Or at least must have heard
The deplorable calamities

It drew upon families,
About sixty years ago and upward.
And now, do ye see,
Whoever they be,

That make such an oration

In our Protestant nation,

As though church was all on a fire,—
With whatever cloak

They may cover their talk,

And wheedle the folk,

That the oaths they have took,

As our governors strictly require ;

I say they are men-(and I'm a judge, ye all know,)
That would our most excellent laws overthrow ;
For the greater part of them to church never go;
Or, what's much the same, it by very great chance is,
If e'er they partake of her wise ordinances.
Their aim is,, no doubt,

Were they made to speak out,

To pluck down the queen, that they make all this rout;

And to set up, moreover,

A bastardly brother;

Or at least to prevent the House of Hanover.

Ye gentlemen of the jury,

What means all this fury,

Of which I'm inform'd by good hands, I

assure ye;

This insulting of persons by blows and rude speeches, And breaking of windows, which, you know, maketh breaches?

Ye ought to resent it,
And in duty present it,

For the law is against it;

Not only the actors engaged in this job,
But those that encourage and set on the mob:
The mob, a paw word, and which I ne'er mention,
But must in this place, for the sake of distinction.
I hear that some bailiffs and some justices

Have strove what they could, all this rage to suppress;

And I hope many more

Will exert the like power,

Since none will, depend on't,

Get a jot of preferment.

But men of this kidney, as I told you before.-
I'll tell you a story: Once upon a time,

Some hot-headed fellows must needs take a whim,
And s
so were so weak

('Twas a mighty mistake)
To pull down and abuse
Bawdy-houses and stews;

Who, tried by the laws of the realm for high-treason, Were hang'd, drawn, and quarter'd for that very

reason.

When the time came about

For us all to set out,

We went to take leave of the queen;
Where were great men of worth,

Great heads and so forth,

The greatest that ever were seen:
And she gave us a large
And particular charge ;-
Good part on't indeed

Is quite out of my head ;

But I remember she said,

We should recommend peace and good neighbourhood, where

soever we came; and so I do here;

For that every one, not only men and their wives,
Should do all that they can to lead peaceable lives;
And told us withal, that she fully expected
A special account how ye all stood affected;
When we've been at St. James's, you'll hear of
the matter.

Again then I charge ye,
Ye men of the clergy,
That ye follow the track all
Of your own Bishop Blackall,
And preach, as ye should,
What's savoury and good;
And together all cling,

As it were, in a string;

Not falling out, quarrelling one with another, Now we're treating with Monsieur,-that son of his mother.

Then proceeded on the common matters of the law; and concluded:

Once more, and no more, since few words are best,
I charge you all present, by way of request,
If ye honour, as I do,

Our dear royal widow,
Or have any compassion
For church or the nation;
And would live a long while
In continual smile,

And eat roast and boil,

And not be forgotten,

When ye are dead and rotten;

That ye would be quiet, and peaceably dwell,
And never fall out, but p-s all in a quill.

BALLAD.

To the tune of "Commons and Peers."

A WONDERFUL age

Is now on the stage:

I'll sing you a song, if I can,

How modern Whigs,