dom of Ireland. Bah! Have you a hated rival? To whom will you fend him but to an inhofpitable people, drinking the blood of the flain? If he be a mean man, need you fay more than this: "Begone to Cork!" "Be off to Connaught!" If he be great, then shall you spread abroad how none is fo fit to pacify that warlike, blood-fmeared people as my fingular good Lord, the union of chivalry and continent of prudence! You have seen how it fared with poor Earl Walter, though of less estate. You have read that poisonous reptiles be fetched across sea. Why did Ralegh—a vain man, seeking fome public notice of his worth-why did he decline this proffered honour? 'Twould have been fome qualifying step to his Barony.

Make him monarch o' the Indies. He shall not reckon the command, but the spoil; nor that, but for the bravery on't. Should there be no tailors, look ye, he would strut i' the choiceft feathers. His corals and his baubles fhould excel! None shall quarrel with his frippery! They chufe their chieftains for gait or for courage: the lot fhall fall on this man! He paffeth. Of a vain fpirit, and with a weakness, would he not be a Deputy? Adventurous, too, in wit as in fpirit, would he not do for Ireland? Great enthusiasts

have little caution. He loveth effect. People fhall admire him there; faying, How brave Sir Walter dreffes! What a cap! How bright his jewel! What a doublet! Oh, thofe fantastic flops! Ah, those raised shoes! Behold that trinket! See thofe Emeralds! Are not the Pearls orient? Of what carat that Diamond? Rubies of price! Beyond all, graceful plumes! matched tiffues, contrafted colours! The taste, the feeling, the art he hath in these things!

Then for his household. The meiny, their liveries, the horfes, their footcloths and caparifons, his carriage, his litter, his barges, wherries and their furniture! What picked men! How choice the mufic, the perfume! Should not all this be illuftrated in my Lord Deputy for Ireland? Oh, the luxury, the display! Then for his Plate— but you have not banqueted in Iflington? You know not? Art not free to his worship's entertainments? Then would it be prepofterous to blazon the fumptuous, rare, and exquifite conditions of Sir Walter and his beautiful lady.

But wherefore fo few guests? Why fo fcarce his capand-knee friends? Why is he, the most excellent man of our time in this kind, still the hatedeft of all? Is it for detraction will not fuffer him?-Nay! Is it for he be not

honest?-Nay! nor the world careth not for that so he be rich! Yet you fhall not find, within thofe lines he hath formed for himself, a more exacter man than Ralegh; with a confcience, though 't be not so nice, may be, as your own, yet punctilious enough. Here is one, look you, who from the altitude of his moral chopine looketh, as the French fay, de haut en bas' on all. From a King to a Cacique; from the Queen to her poor Chamberlain: as who fhould fay, "Thou art nobody! Lo, I am that ingenious discoverer, that learned wit, that great, valiant, and bravely clad Sir Walter Ralegh, with whom her Grace delighteth to converse: of whom the Scots' King hath a jealous fufpect; whofe brain is thought too fubtle for the Council, but whofe counfel guideth her who ruleth over all! I shall not need to derogate to a Peerage-I!”

You fhall not, Master Secretary, prevail on fuch an one to go as a Deputy any where-leaft of all to Ireland. Albeit he hath many thousand acres there worth the looking after. All cunning is not wisdom, fir! Would you have fuch an one rejoice in the ragged admiration of kerns and galloglaffes?—the observed of their unkempt spouses? Go to! Go to! "Twas but a feint. You thought, if

there were talk of Ralegh for that place, you should soon have my Lord of Effex on his knee foliciting-Eh? Cobham fhewed that card unwittingly; but 'tis your only game. Not new nor handfome, truly, for Leicester played it, and more than once; and there were many ugly practices i' the packing, which would ask more daring than craft. Art refolved, Mr. Secretary, to go on with 't? Here's one ambitious enough! All for glory! You have heard of his war-cries? "England!" "S. George!" "Entramos!"

Victory!" Fan his ambition, tickle his love of glory, emulate his chivalry, touch his love of country to the top of his bent, you shall not need to play your dirty game out!

As was Comet among beasts, so was Effex among men. Start not at the brute comparison! A noble horse cometh not so far after a generous man, as a base villain lags behind a tricky jade.

With high afpirings, large faith in his own honour, a fond hope of better things poffible, Effex had ambition of the victorious mould. 'Twas to an end of goodness. Now would he be Emperour, Kaiser or Cæfar, King or Deputy, Marshal or Voluntary, fo honour led him on. Say there

be renown awaiting him i' th' land o' Prefter John, straight would he order 'Zekiel to horfe! Talk with him o' the Turke, he'll strike the roundels on his shield's chief eftatically! Let him fee his cafe of proof, hear a trumpet clang, a steed neigh, a drum beat, then is his whole fpirit ftirred. A plumed troop, a royal banner out o' the window, you shall see him rouse, fick though he be, miracled to a cure o' th' instant !

Proffer him meed and hire, plunder or ranfom, his brow contracts, his eye blinks, his cheek flares, his lip twitcheshe holdeth his head erect, with an impatient gesture and a curt step, turning o' the heel! "In vain," faith the wise man, "is the net fpread i' the fight of any bird." You may lime bushes for fmall finches, Alerion lighteth not on your twigs! You may provoke his jealoufy, fir, and that you seem just cunning enough to devise; but you shall not entangle him in your plots.

"Parce puer ftimulis et fortius utere loris!"