that her very Example was enough to convert a Libertine and to reform an Age So Courteous and so Affable as to be the Wonder and Delight of All that knew Her So great a Lover of her Country and the Interests of it as to be willing to hazard what next her Conscience she the most valued her good Name and good Opinion in the World for the Preservation of them So firm and constant in her Mind as not to have ever known no not in Death it self what it was to fear So happy in Business as to astonish rather than satisfy those who were the best versed in it I say that to have been deprived of such a Queen as this and that at such an Age when our Expectations were at the highest from her be a Loss above the power of Words to express then such is our Loss The Greatness of which we are so far from being able sufficiently to declare that we cannot yet make an Estimate of it I shall only add Though the Great WILLIAM through the Blessing of Heaven lives to preserve us the LION Supporter of the English Scutcheon yet in the Person of our Deceased Queen I may truly affirm we have lost the Royal ROSE of England Threnodium Britannicum TO THE Sacred Memory Of that Most Excellent PRINCESS MARY the Second c. THE Great Inexorable seals his Ears Deaf to our Cries unmelted by our Tears Th' irrevocable posting Mandate flies Torn from Three Kingdoms grasping Arms She dies Amongst his furrough'd Cheeks and Heads of Snow Knees that ev'n bent half way to meet the Blow Had not the Tyrant Work enough for Graves In all that Legion of his Hoary Slaves But all this Pride of Youth the flowry Bloom Of thousand thousand Sweets too partial Doom So fair our Hopes so bright our Mid-day Sun Has her whole finish'd Race of Glory run Oh thou Eternal Foe of Beauty Thou Who to the smooth soft Cheek and lovely Brow With all the sharpest Teeth of Malice steel'd Plough'st up the Lilly and the Rosy Field Was 't not enough enough thy Spite conspires 'Gainst that Fair Form to arm thy spotted Fires Against her Life Her precious Life t' invade What Tyranny have those dread Ruines play'd Hadst thou a keener Shaft or Bloodier Dart Levell'd at sweet MARIA's tender Heart Then all the louder Bolts of Fate before Against her dear lov'd LORD durst ever pour Wars Thunder and the Cannon's fiery Breath And Balls of Iron wrapt in Smoak and Death Aw'd and asham'd that Life forbore to spill There Bullets graz'd but here thy Rage must kill But now to sum the Tears this Blow must cost And weigh the shining Mass that we have lost Vertues so infinite to what vast ' count Must that rich Caskets number'd Treasures mount Each Spark of Heav'n which that fair Soul array'd By Pens unreach'd and Pencils undisplay'd For O so thick the cluster'd Glories lay Thy Constellation was the Milky Way Such vast Attractions to our dazled view That Duty and uncommon Homage drew The bended Knees that almost block'd her way And all the prostrate Hearts before her lay Warm'd with such Charms that Veneration felt Till they mistook the QVEEN and to the SAINT they knelt Too excellently Good Heaven's unkind Call In thy bright flaming Chariot snatch'd thee ALL Thou hadst alas no spirited Mantle fall Yet thousands who thy Vertues shall admire What can such Piety less than inspire Conversions by such leading Wonders wrought All Pupils by that fair GAMALIEL taught Their following Steps dear Angel Guide 't is true Shall thy bright Track of Endless Light pursue But never never reach thy swifter Pace But lag far short of thy prodigious Race When so much Piety in Dust lies down Mourn equally the Mitre and the Crown Scepters and broken Crosiers on each Hand At once the Moses Rod and Aaron's Wand In such unmatch'd Perfections we possest The PHENIX only not the Phenix Nest Of that Divine Original bereft The envying Heav'ns have no kind Copy left From that fair Tree of Life no Scyens shoot No living Branches from that dying Root Had Providence vouchsaf'd us but an Heir From the rich Veins of that Imperial Pair Some lovely Stamp from thy own Angel-Mould As might those transmigrated Vertues hold Tho not our Grief yet our Despair to save And make the Cradle ev'n defeat the Grave Then fair Britannia's Sighs a Work once done Had hop'd t' have seen their finish'd Circle run But this dire Loss brings an Entail of Woe And ev'n Posterity shall wail this Blow To ward the Shock this fatal Stroke has given O that 't were possible to have brib'd Heav'n Either t' have lengthen'd out thy smiling Reign Or else have shorten'd our too killing Pain Longer t' enjoy or not so long deplore We lov'd Thee less or had deserv'd Thee more But have Death's gloomy Shades a long long Night Shut from our Eyes that ever setting Light Set did I say no when such Beauty dies The Grave is but th' Eclipse to those fair Eyes The interposing Dust that Earthy Skreen Has only vail'd our lovely Albion Queen And when the last Great Trump shall sound so loud To ease those lab'ring Lights and burst their Cloud When those fair Twins their dark'ning Earth remove They 'll smile in endless Joys and endless Love Her fair Seraphick MIND already crown'd Waiting and longing moves her Starry Round Till the dear sleeping Half she left behind Those bright Co-heirs of Deathless Glory join'd Her finish'd Rites a larger Wreath Divine The consummated Saints rich Brow shall twine But now if any of the Nine so bold For the whole Scene of Fate must all unfold Dares draw the Curtains of the dying Fair And tell the World the mournful Story there Here if disorder'd Sighs a broken Start The Fears and Tremblings of an aking Heart If these sad Objects thou expect'st to have The common Terrors of th' approaching Grave Thou must look round her for that sight alone Thou 'lt read 'em in All Faces but Her own But there there all Celestial Harmony That chearful Air so all in tune to die Tir'd with the empty Dross she leaves behind And rapt up in the Joys she goes to find Not the expecting Bride more sweetly lies Thou 'lt find her half in Heav'n before she dies Those lovely Graces sure were all at strife To make her Death as charming as her Life But when the fatal Minute come too weak Her yielding Heart's last Strings of Life must break So calm her Brow that easy parting Breath No ruffling Pang unsmooths that Face of Death Thus hush'd in Smiles laid down to endless Rest Her dying Bed a perfect Halcion Nest. Her Looks like her fair Soul serene appear Peace sent to Peace is all Death's Business here Death sure with his own Shaft ne're pierc'd that Heart But borrow'd from soft Love his Golden Dart. Thus lull'd to Rest thy peaceful Requiem take But when thou goest to sleep Thou bidst
Vs wake Those fair seal'd Eyes meet their long sweet Repose Whilst our's alas are too brim full to close From this sad Scene my Muse turn thy wet Eyes To a new Prospect her Great Exequies The Funeral Pomp must her last Rites conclude The Publick Debt of Grief and Gratitude Here the fair Britain's CORONETS and You Her Great Five Hundred all the Sons of Woe Those Representing Heads in Night and Shade March her whole Albion in one Cavalcade And thou RICH HEARSE with all thy Glories spread To bear the Fair Remains of this GREAT DEAD Drive heavily thy sable Chariot strong Thy rolling Wheels for O thou drag'st along Three wailing Nations whilst thy Passage lies Through thousand bleeding Hearts and drowning Eyes And thou proud Minster thou who not alone Beholdst her Setting once her Rising-Sun Sawst the Rich Drops and circling wreath of Gold Those shining but now shaded Brows enfold To crown the State her Funeral Pomp shall bear Call down thy Patron thy Great Peter there By his own Hand th' unfolded Portal spread For the Reception of this Royal Dead Beyond this last dear Charge he has no more His Brighter Gates he had open'd her before And thou Illustrious Pyramid shalt stand Erected by Britannia's pious Hand T' enrich the proud Magnificence of Woe And hold the hallow'd Sweets that sleep below If made of melting Marble-mould thou be Ioin in her Tears and weep as well as she And thou Sev'nth Henry's ever sacred Pile Where Royal Heads from Empires Care and Toile In their last Resting-bed of Dust lay down The Load of Pow'r and Burthen of a Crown To this Imperial welcom'd Guest unfold Thy Gates of Brass or burnish them with Gold Round thy gay Roof a thousand Lamps shall burn All fun'ral Tapers to this Royal Urn Ioin all your Lights to grace a Pomp so fair Her own all blazing Fame the brightest there Odours and burning Sweets our Senses feast The richest Compounds of her spicy Nest Whilst Aromatick smoking Clouds around With their rich falling Dew scent all the hallow'd Ground And to all these her sweeter Memory With that ascending Fragrance mount so high Those but her Tomb but this perfume the vaulted Sky And proud Augusta in thy Royal Byrse Pay thy last Rites to dear MARIA's Herse The Royal Pair by some Apelles hand In monumental Scepter'd Marble stand WILLIAM and MARY thy great Tutelar Pow'rs The Guardians of thy Walls and Genii of thy Tow'rs Let those rich Shrines no common Homage share Thou holdst thy Troynovant's Palladium there And you once Royal Plants her little Grove Twixt Heav'ns and William's dear divided Love Her contemplating Walk close by whose side Did the pleas'd Thames his silver Currents glide Proud that his swelling Tide so high cou'd rise To be the Mirrour to those Smiling Eyes Break all your Urns root up your flowry Beds No verdant Greens where those now drooping heads The Pink and Rose and sweeter Jas'mine grew Plant the sad Cypress and the rueful Yew And thou great Viceroy of the float Thrones The Watry God and all thy Triton Sons Who scarce seven circling Planets of the Year That glorious Yesterday in our bright Sphere Borest thy proud Mistriss o're her Vassal Main The Waves her dancing those her singing Train Now break your vocal Shells those Trumps-Marine And drown your Eyes in more than Ocean Brine Bid the commission'd Seas our Loss deplore And waft our Sighs to the World 's utmost Shoar If this sad face the Publick Sorrow bears What are her Royal Closet-Mourner's Tears Those delug'd Eyes for his dear darling Queen That more than dismal Scene But be 't unseen No opening no unhallow'd hand dare draw The widow'd Curtains of her Lov'd NASSAU Despair Death Horrour Oh be strong great Heart Thou 'st now to play thy mightiest Hero's part Yes Great Nassau the Parting-Call was giv'n Too dire Divorce Thy happier Rival Heav'n T' its own Embrace has snatch that darling Fair Translated to Immortal Spousals there But must this narrow Isle the Sorrows bound Only to move the sad Britannick round Albion is here a Mourner but in chief Hers is a whole Confed'racy of Grief All the fair Austrian Eagles hang their Wings Nay the whole Europe her sad Tribute brings But in the Hecatombs pay'd to that Urn What Incense must the mourning Belgia burn To what vast Height thy flowing Sorrows swell A whole long Lent for thy sad Funeral Knell Beneath this Stroke thy fainting Courage stoops The Belgick with the British LION droops But when such dazling Excellence must dye What 's all our empty Funeral Pageantry Can unbraced Drums or broken Trumpets sound And dusty Standards trail'd upon the ground Thy Rites perform No thy rich Herse t' attend To mourn such PIETY Temple Veils shall rend Ev'n widow'd Altars shall thy Loss bemoan And untun'd Sphears thy Funeral Dirges groan Albion to pay what here her Sorrows owe Her Tears must like her Ocean round her flow Her ever open'd Founts must pour those streams Of Grief for Thee like her own flowing Thames To the vast Deep the sliding Currents born And wasted back in swelling Tides return Nor Albion's Tears alone ev'n Albion's Foes The very Lillies droop for such a ROSE The Viper's Tooth unedg'd to hurt that Fair Ev'n Gallick spight has lost its Poison there Well if th' empov'risht World must yield to Fate Thy Loss too early but deplor'd too late Go then to the Bright Region of the Blest Yes mount fair Saint but come no Stranger-Guest The Heaven-crown'd Heads their Royal-partner meet And Angel-Trains the welcom'd Angel greet To the Seraphick-Songs thou add'st no more Thy Life was tun'd to that High Quire before FINIS * The Small Pox. * Her Majesty's Terras Garden at the Privy-Stairs * Their Bells ordered to Tole six Weeks together
kind and most passionate Wish viz. That his Subjects might all love him as she had done His Majesty during her whole Sickness was that pious and constant Mourner over her and such his extraordinary Tenderness and Fondness that no Perswasions could draw him a moment from her whilst he lay upon a Camp-Bed all the while by her in the same Room The Day before her Death she join'd in Communion with the Reverend Bishops and took her Viaticum for Eternity the Blessed Sacrament In fine her Religious Deportment through her whole Sickness was such that her Reverend and pious Heavenly Guides found occasion to learn more than instruct insomuch that the Bishop of Canterbury was heard to say That when it pleased God to call him he pray'd that he might be found so well prepared to die During her whole Sickness no Endeavours were wanting if possible to save so pretious a Life but as Human Art and Care cannot fence against the Will and Pleasure of Heaven both the Physicians Industry and the Nation 's Prayers were wholly successless for on Friday the 28 th of December about One in the Morning her attending Divines resigned their Charge to her ministring Angels at which time she breathed out her Soul into the Arms of Heaven It was observable that not the least Pang of Death was seen in her Face whilst she breathed her last as if she had rather seem'd to have lain down to sleep than die If our Christian Creed will allow us that Latitude of Faith as to give Credit and Reputation to Omens and Propheticks as the Presages or Fore-runners to the Deaths of Royal Heads we have some very signal Occurrences that either happened before or about the time of the Queen's Departure worthy some particular Observation For instance First His Majesty upon his going in his Royal Robes to the House of Lords for signing the two last Acts viz. for the continuance of Tunnage and Poundage and the frequent Session of Parliaments his George was so missing as not possible to be found insomuch that he was forced to borrow that of the Lord Chamberlain the Earl of Dorset's to wear on that occasion Upon the Queen's first Indisposition the great and eldest Lion in the Tower who had been about twenty Years there commonly call'd King Charles the Second's Lion sickned with her and died the Wednesday Night after Christmas-Day about Midnight 48 Hours before her Majesty which affords us so much the more matter of Curiosity as that the like happened at the Death of King Charles the Second when another of those Royal Beasts much in the like manner made the same Exit with that Prince From Bristol we have a certain Account that a Keeper of Sir Iohn Smith's Park shot an Eagle flying some very few days before the Queen's Death being a Bird of that extraordinary Size that her extended Wings reach'd three Yards wanting two Inches and what adds to the Surprize and Wonder of this Relation is That the very same Keeper likewise shot another Eagle of very large Dimension in the Duke of Bolton's Park three days before King Charles the Second his Death I dare not attempt the describing the Royal Sorrows those of the afflicted King at this staggering Shock But as the Painter of old drew the Mourning Agamemnon vailed the Royal Face of Grief being above his Pencil's Reach So not daring to venture on so bold a Theme I shall only presume to say Tho the Queen was so well prepared for her Death his Majesty was not prepared for it And altho she left the World without the least expiring Pangs by dying even in Smiles his Majesty a mournful Spectator stood by in little less than Convulsions to behold her The publick Addresses of Condolance which the two Houses of Parliament have since presented to his Majesty on so deplorable a Subject in which they were truly the Nation 's Representatives for they spoke but the universal Voice of Sorrow have amply testified the sensible Loss of so excellent a Princess Nor has the City been wanting in the like melancholy Duty having likewise resolved the immediate erecting their Majesties Statues in their Royal Exchange I shall only remark upon this National Calamity The Learned affirm that as in the loss of an Eye the kind concentring optick Nerves unite and convey their double force to the other remaining Light so may we live to see the same verified in the Royal surviving Luminary of these Kingdoms And let it be no less the Nation 's particular Care and Duty to be tender of that great surviving Light because 't is our ALL. The Solemnities of her intended Funeral in which both Houses of Parliament resolve to make a part of the Mourning Cavalcade are such as The Body to lie in State in her Majesty's Bed-Chamber at White-hall all hung with Purple Velvet c. the several Ladies of the best Quality the attending Mourners there c. the Bed of State and the Ornaments of Plumes Banners c. the several other State-Rooms in White-hall likewise hung in Mourning and their Majesties Houshold Servants planted there as Mourners c. From thence the whole intended Funeral March where His Majesties Houshold Servants all the Judges Serjeants at Law Lord Mayor and Aldermen of the City but above all both Houses of Parliament are to attend the Corps drawn by eight Horses in an open Chariot with a black Velvet Canopy c. from White-hall to Henry the Seventh's Chappel The stately Pyramid of prodigious height designed to be erected in the middle of Westminster-Abbey to repose the Body in during the Funeral Sermon c. with infinite more Splendor than I can pretend to recount or describe will be all perform'd with that Grandure and Magnificence sutable to the passionate and highest Affection the Nation pay'd to so truly matchless a Princess Nor will the publick Mournings for so lamented a Sovereign Head be confined only to three Kingdoms The States of Holland no less sensible of this common Loss have resolved to express their universal Afflictions for their dear Princely Mistress in an extraordinary manner when besides their going into a general Mourning Orders are given that through all the Provinces the Bells of every Church shall toll three times every Day for the space of an Hour and this to be continued six Weeks But in all the wet Eyes and sad Hearts on this deplorable Occasion I shall only add one farther Set of no less passionate tho a lower degree of Mourners And those are the infinite Number of her poor Pensioners and other Objects of her Royal Charity amongst whom to her never-dying Honour she distributed near 30000 l. per Annum all out of her own Revenue These tho the poorest Mourners will yet be the richest Tears whilst the occasion that sheds them must more than embalm her Memory To conclude I shall endeavour to sum up our Loss by the Pen of the Reverend Dr. Wake If a Queen so vertuous
her those particular Advantages that repaid that unregretted Loss For to her Glory the Closet and Altar had so much the more of her Company as the Throne had the less The less of the Hurry and Pomps of Life it gave her so much the fairer Occasion an Occasion always embraced of more closely following the great Original of her own Name viz. In choosing the better part However as much Restrained or Reserved as her own princely Character obliged her to live there yet still her extraordinary Civility and Caress to the Burgher-Master's Ladies or any of the more eminent Grandees of State upon any occasions of Complement Visit or Address made to her gained her that Veneration and Esteem amongst them that it is almost incredible to imagine how entirely she carried the Hearts of the whole United Provinces The visible Charms in her Person and no less in her Carriage with her exalted Piety equally visible to the whole Eyes of the World were those Attractions that all joined together to dazle and astonish such as obliged them to pay her the most Cordial LOVE HONOUR and RESPECTS Besides for one Contentment still which extracted a particular sweetness from this Recluser sort of Life she was too passionate a Lover of her Dear LORD even for that single Consideration alone to affect a more noisy or more popular Court Her Worldly Delights were wholly circled in his Embraces A Prince so worthy of the most tender conjugal Affection as being adorned with so many surpassing Virtues to attract and secure that Affection Of whom a great Minister of State and one who had been long acquainted with his excellent Endowments gives this noble Character A PRINCE who joined to the great Qualities of his Royal Blood possesses all the popular Virtues of his Country Silent and Thoughtfull Given to Hear and Enquire Of a Sound and Steddy Understanding Much Firmness in what he once Resolves or once Denies Great Industry and Application to his Business Little to his Pleasure Piery in the Religion of his Country but with Charity to others Temperance unusual to his Youth and to the Climate Frugal in the common Management of his Fortune and yet Magnificent upon Occasion Of a great Spirit and Heart aspiring to the Glory of Military Actions with strong Ambition to grow Great but rather by the Service than the Servitude of his Country In short a Prince of many Virtues without any appearing Mixture of Vice But though the Princess in her Holland Court had not those high qualified Guests at Home to Welcome However she had sometimes the happiness of more Illustrious Royal Visitants that came a little farther Abroad to honour her Court For on Tuesday the First of October 1678. Her Royal Highness the Dutchess of York and the Princess Anne began a Journey from White-hall to the Hague to visit the Princess of Orange A Visit so extraordinary grateful to her that she received them with all the highest Marks of Respect and Affection and with all the Entertainment suitable Particularly the Transports of Caresses and Endearments between the two Princely Sisters was inexpressible But the Felicity the Princess enjoyed was no lasting Blessing for they made but a short stay there whilst the parting of the two Princesses was little less than a â—ivorce between them so fond and tender a Love and Friendship had linked their Hearts Not long after Providence was pleased to send her another Royal though then unexpected Visitant more For in February 1678 9. at that time when the prophetick Fears of England from the Duke 's suspected Inclinations and Adherence to the Romish Faith and Interest for hitherto they were only suspicions had made that Ferment in the English Blood that the Nation 's pulse beat high his protecting Royal Brother his constant Sheild against the Assault of Fortune had sent him over with his Dutchess and Family to the Hague in hopes that Distance and Absence the common Cure of Jealousie might at least have wrought that Medicinal Operation as in some measure to allay the Ferment and cool the then too threatning Heats against him But whatever this Expedient might work towards the End desired the Duke found an extraordinary and affectionate Reception from the true filial Duty of the Princess and a very hospitable Roof from the generous Prince whilst the Princess melted into all the tendrest Condolance and Pity on the mournful Occasion of his Visit there 'T is true the Belgian Populace gave him but a colder Welcome and to say truth afforded him very little more Civility than the Herd does the wounded Deer An ungrateful Remembrance of the too long and too warm Zeal of the Crown of England for the Interest of theirs and the common Enemy the French together with an unhappy Surmize and Reflection that a great part of the Malignancy of that raigning English Disease was influenced by his Royal Highness's Sway and Steerage at the English Helm Those unlucky Suggestions shrunk them into those languid and faint Embraces to this Royal Guest amongst them though so nearly related to their darling Princess that the Duke not insensible of his poor Welcome in so unsociable a Climate removed his Court a little further to Brussels Now for one further Observation upon this happy Marriage if it were not a sort of Superstition from the concurrence of any eminent Actions or Accidents done or befaln on such ticular Days to ground any Omens or Presages of Fortune from any such fouâ—â—lâ—tion otherwise I should propoâ—â—â—â—t to the Curious as a thing straâ—â—â—â—y remarkable That the Prince of Orange's Wedding-Day being the Fourth of November was likewise his Birth-Day too and not only so but also the Birth-Day of his own Mother the Princess Royal Mary the Daughteâ—â— to King Charles the First Nay if be â—ot too nice a Critiscime to add any further Remarks of this kind 't was on the Fourth of November too that afterwards in his Expedition for England he approacht the English Coast as the Assertor of our Common Liberties 'T is true he set not foot on English Ground till the Day following However that may give us a Matter of Observation as Curious as the other viz. That on the Fifth of November a Day so famous in the English Annals and possibly as infamous in some other remoter Chronicles that England Dates her Deliverance from Popery Twice from the same DAY As this Course of her Life in her Court abroad being indeed all little else but one unvaried Scene affords us but little Matter of particular Memoirs worthy a peculiar Relation there happened nothing of Importance or Weight at least such as might make any Change in the Face of her Court till the Death of her Royal Uncle King Charles the Second Here amongst all the Sighs and Tears pay'd to that expiring Prince none certainly could be a truer or heartier Mourner than the Princess of Orange 'T is true his lamented Death advanced the Princess so much the nearer to a
Crown But so far were her Thoughts from pluming her self with that gay Trifle added to her Scutcheon that on the contrary not only her natural and passionate Tenderness for so near so great and so honoured a Relation but likewise those for the Religion and Liberties of her Country infinitely out-weighed all private Considerations if it were possible for her diminutive Ambition to have any such For Empire and Soveraignty weighed but light in her Ballance But as we have endeavoured to play the Divine Historian in recounting the inimitable Vertues and Piety of this most excellent Lady so we find her not only so zealous a Professor but rank'd also in that higher Class the Champions of Religion too witness her several Letters from Holland to her ever-darling Sister the Princess Ann of Denmark in which to copy from her Grand-father's Original I may truly say she drew her own Eicon Basilice whilst out of some little Fears of that too dangerous Influence Regis ad Exemplum together with the prevailing Paternal Authority of a then Crowned Head she acted that truly Christian GAMALIEL in those strennous and labour'd Arguments in Defence of the Church of England against the Errors of Rome for her Royal Highness's Confirmation as were wholly beyond the common Capacity of her Sex 'T is true 't was all a Work of Supererrogation as being addrest to the Princess Anne the Mistress of that settled Resolution and those steady Grounds of Faith as wholly unshaken as her own Nevertheless 't was an innocent Tenderness of Affection and Warmth of Zeal on the right side and her ingenious Prosecution of so noble a Theme must stand no little Monument of her Glory But as mine is too unhallowed a â—â—n for so Divine a Theme as such transcendent Piety and true Zeal for the Church of England I shall borrow her fairer Character from a more deserving Historian the Reverend Dr. Lake her Royal Highness's sometimes Chaplain whilst in his Preface to his Officium Eucharisticum a Present truly worthy so sacred a Hand as the Princess's he justly tells the World That She is become her own Theatre every Scene of her Life is so generally known whilst the World is a Spectator to applaud and admire her that it were even an unpardonable Arrogance either to think of adding any thing to her Highness's Luster or to believe he need open his Reader 's Eyes The Gravity and Sweetness of her Miene the Affability of all her Comportments the Vertue Innocence and Goodness of her Life her resolved Constancy in adhering to the Religion of our Church her frequent and devout Retirements into her Closet her unwearied Attendance at her Chappel and Altar are sufficiently obvious that the bare Knowledg of her Highness has been enough to render her beloved with the most profound Respect And that he 's encouraged to tell her that these Endowments will ever more import and stead her than any external or worldly ones wherewith too she is abundantly provided The Celsitude of her Descent only enrolls her Name in the Catalogue of the Great is secular and transitory calculated for this World but it is her Grace and Vertue that writes it in the Book of Life Beauty is fading Grandure is fugitive the Wreathes of Civil Honour are withering but her Godliness is a Crown that shall not fade away gloriously set off with a diffusive Charity a great Humility and an exemplary Devotion But to return to our History As we left that sleeping Prince the much lamented Charles the Second in his Tomb and find his Brother in the Throne When after the first fair Dawn of this new Reign a Morning that smiled so kind and promising even to the dispelling almost all our past Frights the growing Day soon clouded and our whole Hemisphere began to lowr When Religion and Zeal not to be too long on so unpleasing a Subject had superseded all other Obligations of Trust Faith Vows Honour and every thing that ought to be binding or sacred and all the fatal Consequences were but too visible insomuch that our Religion and Liberties bore but a Melancholy Face under the black Storms above them 'T was then when the reviving and increasing Terrors of the Nation from their impending Calamities call'd and invited over the Prince of Orange for his relieving Hand c. To describe the Prince's glorious Entry into England so late and so fresh in all Memories were a needless Repetition Let it suffice that He wore the two Tablets of the Law engraven upon his Sword RELIGION and RIGHTS a Sword that with so potenâ— a Commission and such a Cause even unsheathed carried all before it whilst the Gates of Castles Towns Garisons c. without either Siege or Blockcade unlock'd to the very Name of ORANGE The poor unhappy King seeing his whole Power thus dropt from him all the too dismal Effects of his own misguided Counsels and thereby his long flatter'd Hopes for ever defeated whether through Blushes or Fears or both I will not determine abandon'd his deserted Crown and Kingdom by which Vacancy of the Throne so large a Jewel as the English Diadem being returned into their own Hands the Gratitude of the Nation was pleased to bestow it on the Prince and Princess of Orange made Co-Partners in the Soveraignty the Administration lodged in the Prince and all with those universal Transports of Joy as want not so poor a Trumpet as mine to sound them I remember a short but very emphatical Line on His Majesty's Accession to the Crown not unworthy my Repetition on this glorious Occasion NON RAPIT IMPERIVM VIS TVA SED RECIPIT Which shall thus speak English A Crown unsought thou foundst thâ—t Gem was given By grateful Man and by rewarding Heaven And now to compleat the whole Nation 's impatient Desires there wanted only the Presence of her Royal Highness who accordingly upon a solemn Invitation of the Estates embarked for England attended by a Squadron of English and Dutch Men of War and arrived safely at White-hall on the 12 th of February 1688. to the inexpressible Joy of the People having been also saluted all the way her Yatch passed by the Forts and Ships in the Road as also by the Tower-Guns The same Day she received the Complements of the whole Nobility and the next Day Their Titles were proclaimed only with all the Customary Formality of Proclamations of that kind viz. That the Gates at Temple-Bar were shut where the Lord-Mayor Aldermen Recorder and Sheriffs attended till the Heraulds at Arms came to the Gates and there informed the occasion of their coming before they were opened for their Admission into the City On the 11 th of April following was celebrated their happy Coronation which added that fairer Glory to the Triumphs of the Day as the Nation had conceived those fairer and more than common Hopes from the Illustrious Royal Pair that then received the Crown And to conclude the Ceremony by the universal Satisfaction