Methinks the Common-council should Of it have taken pity, ’Cause, good old cross, it always stood So firmly to the city. Since crosses you so much disdain, Faith, if I were as you, For fear the King should rule again I’d pull down Tiburn too. Whitlocke says, “May 3rd, 1643, Cheapside Cross and other crosses were voted down,” &c. When this vote was put in execution does not appear; probably not till many mouths after Tomkins and Chaloner had suffered. We had a very curious account of the pulling down of Cheapside Cross lately published in one of the Numbers of the _Gentlemen’s Magazine_, 1766.—_Percy’s Reliques_. THE LONG PARLIAMENT. By John Cleveland. MOST gracious and omnipotent, And everlasting Parliament, Whose power and majesty Are greater than all kings by odds; And to account you less than gods Must needs be blasphemy. Mosses and Aaron ne’er did do More wonder than is wrought by you For England’s Israel; But though the Red Sea we have past, If you to Canaan bring’s at last, Is’t not a miracle—? In six years’ space you have done more Than all the parliaments before; You have quite done the work. The King, the Cavalier, and Pope, You have o’erthrown, and next we hope You will confound the Turk. By you we have deliverance From the design of Spain and France, Ormond, Montrose, the Danes; You, aided by our brethren Scots, Defeated have malignant plots, And brought your sword to Cain’s. What wholesome laws you have ordain’d, Whereby our property’s maintain’d, ’Gainst those would us undo; So that our fortunes and our lives, Nay, what is dearer, our own wives, Are wholly kept by you. Oh! what a flourishing Church and State Have we enjoy’d e’er since you sate, With a glorious King (God save him!): Have you not made his Majesty, Had he the grace but to comply, And do as you would have him! Your _Directory_ how to pray By the spirit shows the perfect way; In real you have abolisht The Dagon of the _Common Prayer_, And next we see you will take care That churches be demolisht. A multitude in every trade Of painful preachers you have made, Learned by revelation; Cambridge and Oxford made poor preachers, Each shop affordeth better teachers,— O blessed reformation! Your godly wisdom hath found out The true religion, without doubt; For sure among so many We have five hundred at the least; Is not the gospel much increast? All must be pure, if any. Could you have done more piously Than sell church lands the King to buy, And stop the city’s plaints? Paying the Scots church-militant, That the new gospel helpt to plant; God knows they are poor saints!