'Twas a beginning generous and high,
Fit for a grand-child of the deity.

So well advanc'd, 'twas pity there he staid;
One step of glory more he should have made,
And to the utmost bounds of greatness gone;

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Had Adam too been kill'd, he might have reign'd alone.
One brother's death what do I mean to name?
A small oblation to revenge and fame.
The mighty-soul'd Abimelech, to shew
What, for high place, a higher spirit can do,
An hecatomb almost of brethren slew ;
And seventy times in nearest blood he dy'd,
To make it hold, his royal purple pride.
Why do I name the lordly creature, man?
The weak, the mild, the coward, woman, can,
When to a crown she cuts her sacred way,
All, that oppose, with manlike courage slay :
So Athaliah, when she saw her son,

And, with his life, her dearer greatness gone,
With a majestick fury slaughter'd all,

Whom high birth might to high pretences call;
Since he was dead, who all her power sustain'd,
Resolv'd to reign alone; resolv'd, and reign'd.
In vain her sex, in vain the laws withstood,
In vain the sacred plea of David's blood;
A noble and a bold contention! she,
One woman, undertook with destiny;
She to pluck down, destiny to uphold
(Oblig'd by holy oracles of old)

The great Jessæan race on Judah's throne,
Till 'twas at last an equal wager grown;

Scarce fate, with much ado, the better got by one.
Tell me not she herself at last was slain ;
Did she not first seven years, a life-time, reign?
Seven royal years, t' a publick spirit, will seem
More than the private life of a Methusalem.
'Tis godlike to be great; and as, they say,
A thousand years, to God, are but a day;
So, to a man, when once a crown he wears,

The coronation-day's more than a thousand years.

He would have gone on, I perceived, in his blasphemies, but that, by God's grace, I became so bold as thus to interrupt him: Í understand now perfectly, which I guessed at long before, what kind of angel and protector you are; and, though your stile in verse be very much mended, since you were wont to deliver oracles, yet your doctrine is much worse, than ever you had formerly (that I heard of) the face to publish; whether your long practice with mankind has increased and improved your malice, or whether

you think us in this age to be grown so impudently wicked, that there needs no more art or disguises to draw us to your party. My dominion, said he hastily, and with a dreadful furious look, is so great in this world, and I am so powerful a monarch of it, that I need not be ashamed that you should know me; and, that you may see I know you too, I know you to be an obstinate and inveterate malignant, and for that reason I shall take you along with me to the next garison of ours; from whence you shall go to the Tower, and from thence to the court of justice, and from thence you know whither. I was almost in the very pounces of the great bird of prey,

When, lo! e'er the last words were fully spoke,
From a fair cloud, which rather ope'd, than broke,
A flash of light, rather than lightning, came;.
So swift, and yet so gentle was the flame.
Upon it rode, and, in his full career,

Seem'd, to my eyes, no sooner there than here,
The comeliest youth of all th' angelick race;
Lovely his shape, ineffable his face;

The frowns, with which he struck the trembling fiend,
All smiles of human beauty did transcend.

His beans of locks fell, part dishevell❜d down,
Part upwards curl'd, and form'd a nat'ral crown,
Such as the British monarchs us'd to wear;
If gold might be compar'd with angels hair;
His coat and flowing mantle were so bright,
They seem❜d both made of woven silver light;
A-cross his breast an azure ruban went,
At which a medal hung, that did present,
In wond'rous, living figures, to the sight
The mystick champion's, and old dragon's fight;
And, from his mantle's side, there shone afar
A fix'd and, I believe, a real star.

In his fair hand (what need was there of more?)

No arms, but th' English bloody cross he bore;
Which when he tow'rds th' affrighted tyrant bent,
And some few words pronounc'd (but what they meant,
Or were, could not, alas! by me be known;

Only, I well perceiv'd, Jesus was one)

He trembled, and he roar'd, and fled away,
Mad to quit thus his more than hop'd-for prey.
Such rage inflames the wolf's wild heart and eyes
Robb'd, as he thinks, unjustly of his prize)
Whom unawares the shepherd spies, and draws
The bleating lamb from out his ravenous jaws;
The shepherd fain himself would he assail,
But fear above his hunger docs prevail;
He knows his foe too strong, and must be gone;
He grins as he looks back, and howls as he goes on.

A RELATION

OF THE

-True Funerals of the great Lord Marquis of Montrose,

HIS MAJESTY'S LORD HIGH COMMISSIONER, AND CAPTAIN-GENERAL OF HIS FORCES IN SCOTLAND;

With that of the renowned Knight, Sir William Hay of Delgity.

1 Printed in the Year 1661.

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Quarto, containing twenty-four Pages.

YOD Almighty's justice, and revenge of murder, is so frequently recorded by many famous Historians, that nothing shall be said here on that theme in general, lest I should grate on some, who, though subtle, have been surprised in their subtlety, while they devested themselves of christian maxims, to raise themselves, through human policy, by the ruin of the most eminent; and yet that their promised stability hath been over-turned, and their cut. out ways damped and overclouded with abysses and darkness. The briquals and returns of providence of this nature, discovered in our late unnatural civil war, are testimonies sufficient to convince and confound the most peremptory atheist of the eternal and immortal deity, that will suffer no wickedness, under what specious pretences soever of reformation or good causes to pass unpunished. I shall not mention those ambitious spirits, who grounded their proper advancement by overthrowing religion and law; how, I say, some of those vagabonds are exposed to shame and deserved obloquy. But the divine providence teacheth us to make this difference, that, when virtue and loyalty have groaned and suffered under tyranny and oppression, in the end they have been crowned with fame and admiration, as our dread sovereign and noble parliament would have it witnessed in the celebration of the great Marquis of Montrose's funerals, in the highest and most magnificent grandeur, to counterbalance the height of malicious invention exercised on him to the full. The particulars of the honourable ceremonies will, in true and exquisite heraldry, display the several dignities he had, either as a peer of the land, or charged with his majesty's service; so, in a proportionable manner, we shall shew the honour done to the memory of that renowned colonel, Sir William Hay of Delgity, who, suffering martyrdom with him in the same cause, ambitioned his funeral under the same infamous gibbet; prophetically, certainly, that he might participate with him the same honour at his first bodily resurrection. This his request was easily assented to by these monstrous leeches, whose greatest glory was to be drunk and riot in the blood of the most faithful subjects; nay, even some of those, whose profession should have preached mercy, belched out, that the good work went bonnily on, when the scaffold, or rather shambles, at the cross of Edinburgh, for the space of six

weeks, was daily smoaking with the blood of the most valiant and loyal subjects. But we proceed to the funeral pomp, hoping that these glorious martyrs are praising and glorifying God, while we are amusing ourselves in this scantling transitory following des. cription: From the abbey-church of Holy-rood House, to that of St. Giles in the High town, the funeral pomp was as followeth:

Two conductors in mourning, with black staves.

Twenty-five poor in gowns and hoods; the first of which went alone next to the conductors, carrying a gumpheon; the other twenty-four following two and two, carrying the arms of the house on long staves.

An open Trumpet, cloathed in a rich livery of the marquis's colours, carrying his arms on his banner.

Sir Harry Grahame, in compleat armour on horseback, carrying on the point of a lance the colours of the house; this noble gentleman accompanied his Excellency in all his good and bad fortunes, both at home and abroad.

Servants of friends in mourning, two and two.

The great Pincel, with his arms, carried by John Grahame of Douchrie, a renowned highland hector, and one who stuck peremptorily to the present Marquis of Montrose, in the last expedition under his Grace the Lord Commissioner; he is best known by the title of Tetrarch of Aberfoyl.

The great standard in colours, with his arms, carried by Thomas Grahame of Potento, a hopeful cadet, of the ancient family of Clarrisse.

An horse of war, with a great saddle and pistols, led by two lacquies in livery.

The Defunct's servants, two and two, in mourning.

An horse in state, with a rich foot-mantle, two lacquies in rich livery, and his parliament badges.

Four close Trumpets in mourning, carrying the Defunct's arms on their banners.

The great gumpheon of black taffety, carried on the point of a lance, by William Grahame the younger, of Duntrum, another sprightful cadet of the house of Clarrisse.

The great Pincel of mourning, carried by George Grahame the younger, of Cairnie, who, from his first entry to manhood, accompanied his chief in the wars.

The Defunct's friends, two and two, in mourning.

The great mourning banner, carried by George Grahame, of Inchbraky, the younger, whose youth-head only excused him from running the risques of his father.

The spurs, carried on the point of a lance, by Walter Grahame the elder, of Duntrum, a most honest royalist, and highly commended for his hospitality.

The gauntlets, carried by George Grahame, of Drums, on the point of a lance; a worthy person, well becoming his name.

The head-piece, by Mungo Grahame, of Gorthy, on the point

of a lance; whose father had some time the honour to carry his Majesty's standard under his excellency: His great sufferings and forfeiture are enough to speak his actions and honesty.

The corslet, by George Grahame of Monzy, on the point of a lance; a brave young gentleman, whose father fell in his Majesty's service under the Defunct.

A banner all in mourning, by John Grahame of Balgown, who likewise hazarded both life and fortune with his chief.

The Lord Provost, bailiffs, and burgesses of Edinburgh, two and two, all in deep mourning.

The burgesses, members of parliament, in mourning, two and two.

The barons, members of parliament, two and two, in mourning. The nobles in mourning, two and two.

Next followed the eight branches first of the mother's side.

Halyburton, Lord Dirleton, carried by William Halyburton of Bittergask.

Douglas, Earl of Angus, by Sir Robert Douglas of Blackerstoun, a most worthy person, and great sufferer for his constant adherence to his Majesty's interest.

Stuart, Lord Methuen, by Stuart, sheriff of Bute: It is to no purpose to commend their loyalty, for there can be no doubt of it, when the relation of their predecessors to his Majesty's progeni, tors is considered.

Ruthven of Gowrie, by William Ruthven, Baron of Gairnes, a gentleman of clear repute and honesty, suitable to his noble and valiant cousin the Earl of Forth and Brandford.

Next, on the father's side.

Keith Earl of Marshal, by Colonel George Keith, brother to the said earl, a noble gentleman, whose behaviour in his Majesty's service discovered him a worthy inheritor of his illustrious proge. nitors.

Fleming, Earl of Wigtoun, by Sir Robert Fleming, son to the said earl, a gallant soul, carved out for his king and country's service, as are all his family; witness his noble uncle Sir William Fleming.

Drummond Earl of Perth, by Sir James Drummond of Machiny, one whose fidelity to his king and country was never brought in question.

Grahame, Marquis of Montrose, by James Grahame, Baron of Orchel, whose life and fortune never caused him to scruple to advance the royal interest.

The arms of the Defunct in mourning by James Grahame of Bucklevy, son to the Baron of Fentry, a gentleman which nothing could ever startle from his Majesty's service; and that he was a favourite of the deceased, and accompanied his son in the late highland war, is sufficient to speak his praises.

An horse in close mourning, led by two lacquies in mourning. Four close Trumpets in mourning, with the Defunct's arms on their banners.

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