no concessions to Oliver, but only a representation of the hardships he suffered, without acknowledging his sovereignty, tho’ not without flattering his power.  Having thus obtained his liberty, he settled himself in Gray’s-Inn, and as he owed his releasement to the Protector, he thought it his duty to be passive, and not at least to act against him:  But Cleveland did not long enjoy his state of unenvied ease, for he was seized with an intermitting fever, and died the 29th of April, 1685.

[2]On the first of May he was buried, and his dear friend Dr. John Pearson, afterwards lord bishop of Chester, preached his funeral sermon, and gave this reason, why he declined commending the deceased, “because such praising of him would not be adequate to the expectation of the audience, seeing some who knew him must think it far below him.”—­There were many who attempted to write elegies upon him, and several performances of this kind, in Latin and English, are prefixed to the edition of Cleveland’s works, in verse and prose, printed in 8vo, in 1677, with his effigies prefixed.

From the verses of his called Smectymnuus, we shall give the following specimen, in which the reader will see he did not much excel in numbers.

  Smectymnuus! the goblin makes me start,
  I’th’ name of Rabbi-Abraham, what art? 
  Syriack? or Arabick? or Welsh? what skilt? 
  Up all the brick-layers that Babel built? 
  Some conjurer translate, and let me know it,
  ’Till then ’tis fit for a West Saxon Poet. 
  But do the brotherhood then play their prizes? 
  Like murmurs in religion with disguises? 
  Out-brave us with a name in rank and file,
  A name, which if ’twere trained would spread a mile;
  The Saints monopoly, the zealous cluster,
  Which like a porcupine presents a muster.

The following lines from the author’s celebrated satire, entitled, the Rebel-Scot, will yet more amply shew his turn for this species of poetry.

    “Nature herself doth Scotchmen beasts confess,
  Making their country such a wilderness;
  A land that brings in question and suspence
  God’s omnipresence; but that Charles came thence;
  But that Montrose and CRAWFORD’S loyal band
  Aton’d their sin, and christen’d half their land.—­
  A land where one may pray with curst intent,
  O may they never suffer banishment! 
  Had Cain been Scot, God would have chang’d his doom,
  Not forc’d him wander, but confin’d him home.—­

    “Lord! what a goodly thing is want of shirts! 
  How a Scotch stomach and no meat converts! 
  They wanted food and rayment, so they took
  Religion for their temptress and their cook.—­
  Hence then you proud impostors get you gone,
  You Picts in gentry and devotion. 
  You scandal to the stock of verse, a race
  Able to bring the gibbet in disgrace.—­

    “The Indian that heaven did forswear,
  Because he heard some Spaniards were there,
  Had he but known what Scots in Hell had been,
  He would, Erasmus-like, have hung between.”