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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A48420	The Life of that incomparable princess, Mary, our late sovereign lady, of ever blessed memory who departed this life, at her royal pallace at Kensington, the 28th of December, 1694.	Defoe, Daniel, 1661?-1731.	1695 (1695)	Wing L2036; ESTC R12336	30,960	122

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

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