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Heroes in heaven's peculiar mould are cast;
With toil and sweat,
The Cyclops did their strokes repeat,
The martial Ancus * did the sceptre wield,
Resumed the long-forgotten shield,
And led the Latins to the dusty field; So James the drowsy genius wakes
Of Britain long entranced in charms,
Restiff and slumbering on its arms; 'Tis roused, and, with a new-strung nerve,
spear already shakes. No neighing of the warrior steeds, No drum, or louder trumpet, needs To inspire the coward, warm the cold; His voice, his sole appearance, makes them bold. Gaul and Batavia dread the impending blow; Too well the vigour of that arm they know; They lick the dust, and crouch beneath their fatal
foe. Long may they fear this awful prince,
And not provoke his lingering sword; Peace is their only sure defence,
Their best security his word. In all the changes of his doubtful state, His truth, like heaven's, was kept inviolate; For him to promise is to make it fate. His valour can triumph o'er land and main With broken oaths his fame he will not stain; With conquest basely bought, and with inglorious
* Ancus Martius, who succeeded the peaceful Numa Pompilius as king of Rome.
XVIII. For once, O heaven, unfold thy adamantine book
; And let his wondering senate see, If not thy firm immutable decree, At least the second page of strong contingency, Such as consists with wills, originally free.
Let them with glad amazement look On what their happiness may be ;
Let them not still be obstinately blind,
Still to divert the good thou hast designed, Or, with malignant penury, To starve the royal virtues of his mind. Faith is a Christian's and a subject's test; Oh give them to believe, and they are surely blest. They do; and with a distant view I see
The amended vows of English loyalty;
A series of successful years,
Behold e'en the remoter shores,
The British cannon formidably roars,
And, with a willing hand, restores
* Note VIII.
An unexpected burst of woes.-P. 62. Charles II. enjoyed excellent health, and was particularly careful to preserve it by constant exercise. His danger, therefore, fell like a thunderbolt on his people, whose hearts were gained by his easy manners and good humour, and who considered, that the worst apprehensions they had ever entertained during his reign, arose from the religion and disposition of his successor. The mingled passions of affection and fear produced a wonderful sensation on the nation. The people were so passionately concerned, that North says, and appeals to all who recollected the time for the truth of his averment, that it was rare to see a person walking the street with dry eyes. Examen. p. 647.
All eager to perform their part.-P. 64. If there is safety in the multitude of counsellors, Charles did not find it in the multitude of physicians. Nine were in attendance, all men of eminence; the presence of the least of whom, Le Sage would have said, was fully adequate to account for the subsequent catastrophe. They were Sir Thomas Millington, Sir Thomas Witherby, Sir Charles Scarborough, Sir Edmund King, Doctors Berwick, Charlton, Lower, Short, and Le Fevre. They signed a declaration, that the king had died of an apoplexy.
Note III. The joyful short-lived news soon spread around.-P. 65. An article was published in the Gazette, on the third day of the king's illness, importing, “ 'That his physicians now conceived him to be in a state of safety, and that in a few days he would be freed from his indisposition." * North tells us, however, on the authority of his brother, the Lord Keeper, that the only hope which the physicians afforded to the council, was an assurance, (joyfully communicated,) that the king was ill of a violent fever. The council
seeing liitle consolation in these tidings, one of the medical gentlemen explained, by saying, that they now knew what they had to do, which was to administer the cortex. This was dune while life lasted, + although some of the physicians seem to have deemed the prescription improper ; in which case, Charles, after escaping the poniards and pistols of the Jesuits, may be said to have fallen a victim to their bark.
Even Short himself, forsook the unequal strife.-P. 67. Dr Thomas Short, an eminent physician, who came into the court practice when Dr Richard Lower, who formerly enjoyed it, embraced the political principles of the Whig party. Short, a Roman Catholic, and himself a Tory, was particularly acceptable to the Tories. To this circumstance he probably owes the compliment paid him by our author, and another from Lord Mulgrave to the same purpose. Otway reckons, among his selected friends,
Short, beyond what numbers can commend. Duke has also inscribed to him his translation of the eleventh Idyllium of Theocritus ; beginning,
O Short! no herb nor salve was ever found,
Dr Short, as one of the king's physicians, attended the deathbed of Charles, and subscribed the attestation, that he died of an apoplexy. Yet there has been ascribed to him an expression of dubious import, which caused much disquisition at the time;
* RALPn, Vol. I. p. 834.
Life of Lord Keeper Guilford, p. 253.
Epistle to Mr Duke.