“Bacon, like Moses, led us forth at last, The barren wilderness he past, Did on the very border stand Of the blest promis’d Land, And from the Mountains-top of his Exalted Wit Saw it himself and shew’d us it. But life did never to one man allow Time to discover Worlds and Conquer too: ... For who on things remote can fix his sight That’s always in a Triumph or a Fight?” _Lines to the Royal Society_, by ABRAHAM COWLEY. (Prefixed to the _History of the Royal Society of London_, by THOS. SPRAT, 1667.) Two of the Boyle brothers were among the recipients of King’s Honours at the Restoration: the old Earl would have been proud of his sons. “Dear Broghill,” who, with each shake of the political kaleidoscope, showed himself like a bright central bit of glass, about which the smaller pieces fell together into a new combination,—was created Earl of Orrery, with a brilliant career of soldier-politician and dramatist before him. As President of Munster, and one of the Lords Justices of Ireland, he was to make his headquarters at Charleville, with frequent visits to England. And the sweet-spirited Frank, the boy hero of Liscarrol, became Viscount Shannon, and a Privy Councillor. Not much is known of Frank’s after life, except that he lived and brought up his family on his Irish estate at Shannon Park. He seems, following the example set by his literary brothers, to have ventured, at least once, into print.[239] His wife, the “black Betty” of the letters, is better known to posterity than her husband, for she is remembered not only as Viscountess Shannon, the mother of Frank’s children, but as the brilliant sister of Tom Killigrew, the wit and profligate, and as the mother of one of Charles II’s natural daughters.[240]