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In honour of Abingdon, or, On the seaventh day of Septembers solemnization, 1641 by John Richardson ...
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Richardson, John, 1580-1654.
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In honour of ABINGDON OR ON THE SEAVENTH DAY of Septembers solemnization 1641. BY â—OHN RICHARDSON Serjeant of Abingdon in the County of Berks. Printed in the yeare 1641. TO THE VVORSHIPFVLL the MAJOR BAYLIFFS and Burgesses of the Burough of Abingdon in the County of BERKS All Health Happinesse Prosperity WOrthy Senators and loving Masterâ— It is not unknowne unto you what great deliverances what rich endowments both naturall and supernaturall and what Halcion daies the propitious hand of mercy hath continually conferred upon this our flourishing Nation Jf I should endeavour to set forth the riches or to give you a List of the number of them I should swell this small Rivelet into a boundlesse Ocean of substance and matter and indeed my insufficient undertakings were not able to effect such an unconceavable taske and labour the worth of them being not to be paralleld by any stranger Nation and their number being not to be cast up by the art of any mentall invention But yet J must not forget one and not the smallest of our kingdomes benefits namely the unexpected making up of great Brittaines dangerous Breaches The mercy was great and the miracle wonderfull I need not further enlarge my selfe for the severall tongues of skilfull Divines have sufficiently dilated the story of this blessed pacification neither indeed is it the maine substance of the businesse I have in hand It was the Kings and court of Parliaments good pleasures to publish and decree that on the seventh day of September last every parish should keep a Festivall religiously to be perform'd in honour of the great Peacemaker And to shew in what manner fashion and order it was in your famous Incorporation on that day celebrated J have in this small Poem adventured to set forth to the view of this censuring age And unto your Worships J humbly dedicate the same whose patronizing wings I trust will shelter it from the dangerous assaults of any carping or detracting Zoilus Your frownes will make me unfortunate but your smiles will adde an encouragement to my weake and illiterate studies Let this harmelesse and small Pamphlet finde acceptance and favourable entertainment at your charitable censures and you shall alwaies finde me as in duty I ought to be Your Worships obsequious Officer servant JO. RICHARDSON In honour of ABINGDON OR On the seventh day of September's solemnization 1641. NOt farre from faire a OXFORD Calena placed is A pleasant Towne neere silver Thamisis Where you may view the ruin'd Battlements Of old king Cissas ancient Monuments Where struts th'unparall'd harmelesse threatn'd Crosse Yet lately blest from Babylonish drosse Where Aarons bels in Helens Church doe ring Peales that doe blesse us from the poyson'd sting Of death eternall Neere the Church-yard Wall Stands the faire structure of Christs Hospitall Where Royse his fruitfull Nurceries supplie Great Pembrooks Gardens insufficiencie Of things of late that in this Towne befell Something my oblieg'd Muse is forc'd to tell Though but in rustick phrase yet I le expresse To ABINGDON my love and thankfulnesse Yet I le not Barber-like hyperbolize And sell my Customers a Chest of Lies No this I le banish thus I will not sin I l'e write no more but truth and now begin Tuesday the seventh day of this last September Which day I 'me sure our Children will remember Was by the King and Court of Parliament Proclaim'd a Festivall and to be spent In sacred wise because 'twixt Scots and Vs A joyfull peace is now concluded thus So soone this welcom'd newes was heard off here Griefe Shrunk aside no sorrow did appeare Each Man by 's Cheerefull Visage you would think Nought but Nepenthes liquour then did drink The day being come I le barre to complement And tell you briefly how the time we spent Ith'dawne of day before Hyperious son Bridl'd his horses or his Course begun Old Helens trowling Bells such peales did ring And to our drowsie eares such tunes did sing When honest Nick began to sympathise Striking up's Lowbells in melodious wise That we no longer in our beds could lie But each prepar'd for this daies jubilie To Helens Courts i th' morne at seven o th' Clock Our Congregation in great numbers flock Where we till Twelve our Orizons did send To him that did our Kingdomes Quarrels end And there two Sermons two Divines did preach And most divinely gratitude did teach At twelve the Priests lips blest us home we came And sung sweet Anthems to Iehovah's name At Two againe in Clusters we did pack And fill'd the Church as full as it could thwack Till foure we staid and Sermon being ended Towards our triumphant Crosse our course was bended And thus we march'd First with my golden Mace 'T is fit I put my selfe i th' formost place I pac'd along and after follow'd mee The Burgesses by senioritie Our Praetour first let me not misse my Text I think the Clergie-men came marching next Then came our Iustice with him a Burger sage Both march'd together in due equipage The rest o th' Burgers with a comely grace Walk'd two and two along to th' Market-place And after them hundreds both young and old Crowding along that time you might behold Being come to th' famous Crosse our journies end Her mounting Stayres in state we did ascend The Clerk was call'd and he a Bible took The hundred and sixt Psalme he out did look Two thousand Quoristers their notes did raise And warbled out the great Creatours praise Their thundring Eccho gave so great a shout Nicklas and Helen were quite baffl'd out Over my head I saw King David stand Listning toth'Musick with his Harp in hand Sure when the Psalmist liv'd with 's sacred Lire He seldome play'd or sung to such a Quire If either King could speake hee 'd sweare by 's Crown No haire-braind Separatist would pull him downe For why this heavenly joy we had so late Did seeme in part the Crosse to consecrate The Psalme is ended but the Folke begin Lowder and lowder crie God save the KING While Bonfires blaze their caps are throwne away All to expresse the triumph of the day The Helvian liquor and rich Maligo And English beere our Senate did bestow No cost was spar'd and yet I must confesse I saw no shew of brutish drunkennesse Sure some diviner hand that day did guide The Vulgar that they should not slip aside And fâ—â—ther to set forth a greater joy Out comes the skilfull Sergeant Corderoy With 's his ratling Drummes and Fife and Colours flying With 's Musketteeres and yet ther 's none fear'd dying Bravely they march'd about but made a stop When they drew neere the well knowne Antelop A fiery peale they rung i th' Senate Eares Gallantly done by warlike Musketteeres Anon they made a Guard my noble Master March't through them to the front out yet no faster Then my Mace and I safely did they guard The Kings Lieutenant home when in his yard Or Court another peale they out did thunder Which made the thronging people shout and wounder Their Muskets having shot out all their powder They made their Throats their Muskets and shot lowder Such was their joy a Barrell being spent In sober manner every man home went And them with speed follow'd my Muse and I To learne what further newes we could descrie And now 't is supper time In every street Neighbours with Neighbours at some house did meet Their monies joyn'd together for a Feast And each to other is a welcome Guest Supper being done anon they 'gin to sing Some joyfull Hymne a joyfull revelling Travell my Muse goe wander up and downe Search into City Village Hamlet Town Tell me at thy returne if thou canst tell Where any Feast with ours could parallell And yet this was not all for what was spent On Irus Crue made the full complement Of this daies jubilie this was the best Of Sacrifice this season'd all the rest Vpon this day the â—oore were not neglected Thirteene or Foureteene pounds were here collected And some no question out of Charitie In private gave to their necessitie Thus have I shew'd you in a home spun way Yet true enough how we this happy day Did from the morning to the evening spend But I am weary and I 'le make an end POSTSCRIPT THus to th' generall view a Seriants quill Ventur'd at last to shew her weaker skill Such friends that at her Errours will connive Humbly to thank and gratifie shee le strive But let detracting fooles about them look Her Master is a subtile Tenter-hook Hee 'le quickly snap them if such chance to be Within the Verge of his authority But if sh'ath written any blamefull act 'T was her dull ignorance and no wilfull fact Sic ex officio allusit IOH RICHARDSON Serviens ad Clavam Burgi de Abingdon in Comâ— Berks. FINIS