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chaplain and almoner to Catharine of Braganza.
In. Miss Strickland's Life of that queen, she writes
that Catharine was accompanied to England by
" Don Patricio, an Irish priest ; " but in Peter
Walsh's History of the Remonstrance (pp. 311. 512.
64. 743.), we find various notices of him, and that
he held frequent intercourse with the Duke of
Ormonde, while Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland ; also,
that his brother, Ronan Maginii, was a D.D., vicar
general, and dean of Dromore, in Ireland. He
was a native of the southern part of the county of
Down, where the family is still numerous ; and,
I have heard, was a long time in Lisbon, in Por-
tugal, a friar, but of what Order I do not recol-
lect. I have seen copies of several of his letters,
dated from Whitehall, during the reign of Charles,
which shows, that being in the o.ueen's household,
he had the best opportunity of Mowing the dan-
gerous state of the king's health ; and being the
queen's chaplain, it was natural for him to inform
the duke. I have not heard of Pere Mansuete
before, but I think the probabilities are in favour
of Maginn. J. W. H.
In the absence of positive information as to the meaning of the letters " P. M. a C. F.," which have so puzzled Mr. Macaulay and your corre- spondent E. W., allow me to suggest that they may be intended for " In the afternoon a confi- dential friend."
In the Phenix (vol. i. p. 566.), the first two letters are in Italic capitals ; the next letter is a small Roman " a," and the last two are in Roman capitals as above.
I do not think the letters P. M. are intended for the "Duchess of Portsmouth," because the writer is speaking of a man ; and also because he does not in any other part of the paper use two capital letters for one surname ; but one letter only, as F. for Lord Feversham, and H. for Hud- dlestone. The confidential friend, who went to the Duke of York to acquaint him with the king's serious illness, was probably Barillon the French ambassador, at the request of the Duchess of Portsmouth.
In conclusion, I beg to inform E W. that a second volume of the Phenix was published in 1708, London, 8vo. W. H. W. T.
Somerset House.
England's Obligations to Captain Bedloes.
The following broadside is worth a place in your
"Illustrations of Macaulay," because it reflects
what was once the popular opinion concerning
the notorious William Bedloe ; and because it is
a fair specimen of that literature, so industriously
circulated, which, far more than any testimony of
perjured witnesses, was the cause of that madness
known in history as the " Popish Plot."
K. P. D. E.
"England's Obligations to Captain William Bed/owe, the
grand Discoverer of this most Horrid PL T.
" The World is all on Fire in Jesus Xame, By quick nos'd Jesuits, who hunt for Game, Whose hidden subtile Souls in Malace burn, To ruin mighty Nations, and to turn Their Cities into Ashes, cut the Strings Of all Societies, to murder Kings And Kingdoms at one blow. O Wicked Seed! Such Monsters Affrick never yet did breed ; The Tyger on the Tyger will not prey, But these Religious ones have found the way To feed on their own kind with a new Trick To rid the World of every Heretick : (For so these Mountebanks do still all those Who hunting counter to their chace Oppose Their tall Ambition) they slaughter all Who to these mighty Monarchs will not fall. But now, Brave BEDLOWE ! how had I forgot Thy Name? a grand Discoverer of their PLOT: An Instrument in Great JEHOVA'S Hand, To save the King and his Besieged Land : Had not this Providence dropt on our Shore, Magna Britania now, had been no more ; Our Throats had all been cut, we clearly see, If Gold or Silver could have tempted thee : Full Sixty Thousand Guinneys proffer'd were, If thou woulds fly from hence, and not appear To vindicate a CAUSE so Nobly Good, And save three Kingdoms from a Sea of Blood : A ship to boot, was proffer'd to thy hand, To carry thee to the securest Land. Brave Godfrey's pale Ghost yet doth cry aloud, King CHARLES design'd for "Slaughter in the Croud: Our Noblest Cities into Ashes burn'd, Three Wealthy Nations topsy-turvy turn'd : The Inhabitants all marching out of doors Planted by People worse than Turks or Moors : England no longer England, now but ah ! Stil'd by a new Name, Terra Incognita. As once the Britains, which we Welsh-men call, Were by the Saxons turned out of all ; A Lamentable Story, which may grieve us, When there's no Wales nor Cornwal to relieve us. We had been th' Hunters prey, the World laughter, Had not brave BEDLOWE sav'd us from th' slaughter. Five years thou wert their Slave to set us free, To sound the Depth of all their Policy They Mine and thou didst Counter-Mine as fast To blow them and their Plots up at one Blast. Like a Physician, that is always sure, Thou didst not use thy Remedies for Cure Till the Disease grew ripe, then from thy skonce, They and their Fire-works were blown up at once : A Pill so bitter to the Vulgar sight, The Plotters and their Plots were brought to Light, Forc'd and compell'd by thy ingenious Art To Vomit up the Poyson of their Heart. And had not Providence thus stopp'd the Flood, ENGLAND had swum in her own Scarlet Blood. Accursed Cain why dost thou wear black, Thy Brother Abels Garment on thy back ? We find thee, when that we have measur'd right, To be a Judas not a Jesuite. The Name without the Nature is a Gull, Be like our Jesus he was Merciful : His Love appears how much he did esteem us, He kill'd none, was killed to Redeem us: Being impt with Cherubim and Angel's wing, Would he have killed a Godfrey or a King.
