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.

Of which I'm

Ye gentlemen of the jury,

What means all this fury,

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 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 neighbor

hood 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

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 savory 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 honor 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 in a quill.

PARODY

ON THE RECORDER OF BLESSINGTON'S ADDRESS TO QUEEN ANNE. Mr. William Crowe, Recorder of Blessington's Address to her Majesty, as copied from the London Gazette.

To the Queen's most Excellent Majesty,

The humble Address of the Sovereign, Recorder, Burgesses, and Freemen, of the Borough of Blessington.

May it please your Majesty,

THOUGH We stand almost last on the roll of boroughs of this your majesty's kingdom of Ireland, and therefore, in good manners to our elder brothers, press but late among the joyful crowd about your royal throne, yet we beg leave to assure your majesty that we come behind none in our good affection to your sacred person and government; insomuch that the late surprising accounts from Germany have filled us with a joy not inferior to any of our fellow-subjects.

We heard with transport that the English warmed the field to that degree that thirty squadrons, part of the vanquished enemy, were forced to fly to water, not able to stand their fire, and drank their last draught in the Danube, for the waste they had before committed on its injured banks, thereby putting an end to their master's long-boasted victories: a glorious push indeed, and worthy a general of the queen of England.

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.

Of which I'm

Ye gentlemen of the jury,

What means all this fury,

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 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 neighbor

hood 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

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 savory 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 honor 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 in a quill.

PARODY

ON THE RECORDER OF BLESSINGTON'S ADDRESS TO QUEEN ANNE. Mr. William Crowe, Recorder of Blessington's Address to her Majesty, as copied from the London Gazette.

To the Queen's most Excellent Majesty,

The humble Address of the Sovereign, Recorder, Burgesses, and Freemen, of the Borough of Blessington.

May it please your Majesty,

THOUGH We stand almost last on the roll of boroughs of this your majesty's kingdom of Ireland, and therefore, in good manners to our elder brothers, press but late among the joyful crowd about your royal throne, yet we beg leave to assure your majesty that we come behind none in our good affection to your sacred person and government; insomuch that the late surprising accounts from Germany have filled us with a joy not inferior to any of our fellow-subjects.

We heard with transport that the English warmed the field to that degree that thirty squadrons, part of the vanquished enemy, were forced to fly to water, not able to stand their fire, and drank their last draught in the Danube, for the waste they had before committed on its injured banks, thereby putting an end to their master's long-boasted victories: a glorious push indeed, and worthy a general of the queen of England.

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.

Of which I'm

Ye gentlemen of the jury,

What means all this fury,

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 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 neighbor

hood 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