Berwick's deputy provided he had all the power. If the King wanted to get him out of the way, he would go abroad for 10,000_l._ and 4000_l._ to pay the expenses of his late journeys to and from Ireland. Petre, who hoped for a red hat, and the archbishopric of York to support it, helped him, and James gradually yielded, though with many misgivings. Early in October Tyrconnel was made an English Privy Councillor, and in November it was generally known that he had carried his point, and was openly preparing for the Irish journey. Lord Powis had been talked of, but the King said very truly that there was rough work to be done in Ireland which no English nobleman would do. He pressed Sheridan to go as secretary, with Alexander Fitton as Chancellor, for he knew Tyrconnel too well to trust him without good advisers to moderate or counteract his violence. It would take twelve or eighteen months to reform the army, to call in the charters, and to get such corporations appointed as would elect the right sort of Parliament. When all that was done he would provide handsomely for Sheridan. Since James himself had no confidence in the man he was sending to represent him, it is not surprising to find Evelyn noting his appointment 'to the astonishment of all sober men and to the evident ruin of the Protestants in that kingdom, as well as of its great improvement going on.'[154] [Sidenote: 'Lillibullero.'] In times of public excitement little things sometimes have a great effect, and are better remembered than more important events. Such were the letters of obscure men in the German Reformation, the _Marriage of Figaro_ before the French Revolution, John Brown's march in the American civil war, and such, in the Irish branch of our own revolution, was the song of 'Lillibullero.' Thomas Wharton, afterwards Marquis and Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, boasted that by this ditty he had sung a king out of three kingdoms. It had a success altogether out of proportion to its merit, and in the next century my uncle Toby whistled the lively air on all occasions. The words allude to the period of suspense when James still hesitated about Tyrconnel's appointment. Ara! but why does he stay behind? Ho! by my shoul, 'tis a Protestant wind. Lillibullero, bullen-a-la. His landing was to bring commissions galore and to ruin the heretics of Ireland. Swift had some justification for calling Wharton the most universal villain he had ever known; but he was the shrewdest of politicians, and his doggerel tells exactly the same story as Evelyn's grave reflections.[155] [Sidenote: Clarendon's weakness.]