herself justice, and asserting her rights, since that miracle of a woman queen _Elizabeth_, as it is at this juncture. For so glorious and triumphant beginnings open all her subjects hearts, and their coffers with them, which cannot tend but to our ruin and shame. Make haste hither, and get out of the confusion that you cannot long defer. MARCELLINUS _to Mons._ BOILEAU. _Nay, this is beyond the possibility of patience! and tho’ there is much due to the character of princes, yet there is more to ourselves and truth; and I cannot without the highest injustice and ingratitude possible, but remind you of some of the actions of your idol monarch, which with so much reason dispute with each other, which was the most enormous and tyrannical. I only endeavour’d to make_ Julian _the apostate, pass upon posterity for a hero, and you call me an insolent brazen-fac’d rascally flatterer. If I exceeded the exactness of an historian, it was because in that treatise I set up for a courtier, and sincerity in such people is of the most dangerous consequence imaginable. If the emperor_ Julian _had been the first monster in nature, that met with a willing pen to set his actions in a less inglorious light than others expected, and naked truth required; yet I am sure he is not the greatest. Your master has trac’d all the footsteps of his cruelty and policy; for if he manag’d matters so swimmingly between the catholicks and_ Arrians, _that he secur’d himself by their divisions_, Loüis _has all along done the same: if he countenanced the_ Jews, Loüis _supported the_ Turks, _if he destroyed the christians_, Loüis _had done it in a much more barbarous and perfidious manner. If he threw down the images of_ Christ _at_ Cæsarea Philippi, Loüis _has acted the same in the front of the jesuits_[55] Church: _now since you have dar’d to consecrate the reputation of your king, why so many bitter invectives against me a petty_ Pagan, _for speaking in favour of my master? you modern wits, that value your selves so much upon the having refin’d our dross, have sunk as scandalously low in matters of flattery as any of us. We are continually pestered here with disputes; and every court rings with the different claims. The_ popes _send_ legates _hither for their saints_, Pluto _won’t let one of them go, because they are damned. Others will have it that their time is fulfilled in Purgatory, therefore would be discharged: but the Devil knows better things, Father_ Garnet _too, that execrable engine of the_ Powder-Plot _storms and raves, but the horned gentlemen with cloven feet laugh at him, and his canonization. Where was there ever so much innocent christian blood shed as on_ Bartholomew_’s day at_ Paris? _and yet even that unparalleled murder has been justified a thousand times by your church; as if the accurateness of a man’s pen could make that pass for a virtue which will be an everlasting and detestable blot_. Pelisson _is a man of