it; so when it was carried but by one vote, he cried out with much passion, that, that single vote had ruined church and kingdom[1], such fatal events did he presage from the success of Oliver.  Mr. Cleveland was no sooner forced from the College, by the prevalence of the Parliament’s interest, but he betook himself to the camp, and particularly to Oxford the head quarters of it, as the most proper sphere for his wit, learning and loyalty.  Here he began a paper war with the opposite party, and wrote some smart satires against the Rebels, especially the Scots.  His poem called the Mixt Assembly; his character of a London Diurnal, and a Committee-man, are thought to contain the true spirit of satire, and a just representation of the general confusion of the times.  From Oxford he went to the garrison of Newark, where he acted as judge advocate till that garrison was surrendered, and by an excellent temperature, of both, says Winstanley, he was a just and prudent judge for the King, and a faithful advocate for the Country.

Here he drew up a bantering answer and rejoinder to a Parliament officer, who had written to him on account of one Hill, that had deserted their side, and carried off with him to Newark, the sum of 133 l. and 8 d.  We shall give part of Mr. Cleveland’s answer to the officer’s first letter, by which an estimate may be formed of the rest.

Sixthly beloved!

“It is so, that our brother and fellow-labourer in the gospel, is start aside; then this may serve for an use of instruction, not to trust in man, or in the son of man.  Did not Demas leave Paul?  Did not Onesimus run from his master Philemon?  Also this should teach us to employ our talents, and not to lay them up in a napkin; had it been done among the cavaliers, it had been just, then the Israelite had spoiled the Egyptian; but for Simeon to plunder Levi, that—­that, &c.”

The garrison of Newark defended themselves with much courage and resolution against the besiegers, and did not surrender but by the King’s special command, after he had thrown himself into the hands of the Scots; which action of his Majesty’s Cleveland passionately resented, in his poem called, the King’s Disguise:  Upon some private intelligence, three days before the King reached them, he foresaw, that the army would be bribed to surrender him, in which he was not mistaken.  As soon as this event took place, Cleveland, who warmly adhered to the regal party, was obliged to atone for his loyalty by languishing in a jail, at Yarmouth, where he remained for some time under all the disadvantages of poverty, and wretchedness:  At last being quite spent with the severity of his confinement, he addressed Oliver Cromwell in a petition for liberty, in such pathetic and moving terms, that his heart was melted with the prisoner’s expostulation, and he ordered him to be set at liberty.  In this address, our author did not in the least violate his loyalty, for he made