Sir _Walter_. Nothing of that can be laid to my charge, who was never known to your hero either _Beneficio_ or _Injuria_; but as I still preserve an invincible affection for my native country, my zeal for the welfare of that, makes me assume this freedom. To be plain with you then, I can hardly believe he had any extraordinary concern for the prosperity of _England_, upon whom he threw the greatest burden of the war; whose troops he suffer’d to fight without their pay, in _Flanders_, at the same time when a parcel of unworthy foreigners had store of gold and silver in their pockets. Neither can any man perswade me he had the least affection for the royal family, from which he was descended, who suffer’d such numberless invectives and libels to be publish’d against his royal grandfather, both his uncles, and, in short, the whole family of the _Stuarts_, yet never call’d any of the authors or printers to an account for’t during the whole course of his reign. _Smith._ Aye, but a hero, you know, has other business to mind, than the _bagatelles_ of the press. Sir _Walter_. And yet this hero could condescend to mind these _bagatelles_, as you call them, with a witness, whenever they were levell’d against himself or his favourites. But to proceed,--can any one in his senses believe, that this deliverer ever set the monarchy and true constitution of _England_ to heart, under whose reign all the democratical treatises, both of this and the last age, were not only publish’d with impunity, but the abettors of such villainous doctrine, thought the only persons that were in the true interest of the nation, and deserving to be preferr’d? Was _England_ so utterly destitute of able generals, that a regicide, proscrib’d by act of parliament, must be sent for over to head our forces in _Ireland_? _Smith._ You’ll never leave off harping upon this string.