Sept. 28. 1850.] 



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cent, or any one ; but he that flings at iis shall 

 surely die." Yonnnr Allen tlirew a brick-bat, and 

 ran off; but Mac said, his fellow-soldier had seen 

 it, and marked him. The crowd gave way ; off 

 went Allen and the soldier after him. Young 

 Allen ran on, the soldier pui'suing him, till he en- 

 tered his fatlier's premises, who was a cow-keeper, 

 and there the soldier shot him. Popular fury 

 turned upon poor ]Mac ; and so completely was he 

 thought to be the "murderer" of young Allen that 

 500/. was offered by the mob for his discovery. 

 But my good ftither was faithful to honest ]Mac, 

 and he lay secure in one of our upper rooms until 

 the excitement was over. 



Allen's funeral was attended by myriads, and a 

 monument was erected to liis memory (which yet 

 remains, I believe) in Newington churchyard, 

 speaking lies in the ftxce of the sun. If it were 

 important enough, it deserves erasure as much as 

 the false inscription on London's monument. 



As soon as the public blood was cool, "IMac" 

 surrendered himself, was tried at the Old Bailey, 

 and acquitted. 



Should it be in the power of any of the readers 

 of your interesting miscellany, by reference to the 

 Session Paj)ers, to give me the actual name of poor 

 "Mac," I shall feel obliged. Senbx. 



September 9. 1850. 



SATIKICAI, POEMS ON WILLIAM III. 



Some years since I copied from a MS. vol., 

 compiled before 1708, the following effusions of a 

 Jacobite poet, who seems to have been " a good 

 hater " of King ^Villiam. I have made ineffectual 

 efforts to discover the witty author, or to ascer- 

 tain if these compositicms have ever been printed. 

 My friend, in whose waste-book I found them, — a 

 beneficed clergyman in AVorcestershire, who has 

 been several years dead, — obtained them from a 

 college friend during the last century. 



" upoK KING William's two fiust campagkes. 



"'Twill puzzle much tlie author's brains. 



That is to write your story, 

 To know in wliich of these campagnes 



You have acquired most glory : 

 For when you niarch'd the foe to fight, 



Like lleroe, nothing fearing, 

 Namur was taken in your sight, 



And IMons within your hearing." 



"ox THE OBSEHVING THE SOtII OF JANUAUT, 1691. 



" Cease, Ilippocrites, to trouble heaven, 

 How can ye think to be forgiven < 



The disinall deed you've done? 

 When to the martyr's sacred blood, 

 This very moment, if you could, 

 You'd sacriiice his son." 



" ON KING William's return out of flanders. 

 Rejoice, yee fops, yo"' idoU's come agen 

 To ]nck yo' pocketts, and to slay yo' men ; 

 Give him yo' millions, and his Dutch yo' lands : 

 Don't ring yo' bells, yee fools, but wring yo' hands." 



GaENDON. 



SHAKSPEAEE S GRIEF AND FRENZY. 



I have looked into many an edition of Shak- 

 speare, but I have not found one that traced the 

 connexion that I fancy exists between the lines — 



Caisius. " I did not think you could have been so 



angry." 

 Brutus. " O Casslus ! 1 am sick of many griefs." 



or between 



Jh-utus. " No man bears sorrow better. — Portia is 



dead." 

 Cassius. "How 'scaped I killing when I crossed you 



so !" Julius Caisar, Act iv, Sc. 3. 



which will perhaps better suit the object that I have 

 in view. The editors whose notes I have examined 

 probably thought the connexion so self-evident or 

 insignificant as not to require either notice or 

 explanation. If so, I differ from them, and I 

 therefore offer the following remarks for the 

 amusement rather than for the instruction of those 

 who, like myself, are not at all ashamed to con- 

 fess that they cannot read Shakspeare's music 

 "■at sight." I believe that both Replies contain 

 an allusion to the fact that Anger, grafted on 

 sorrow, almost invariably assumes the form of 

 frenzy ; that it is in evej-y sense of the word '■'■Mad- 

 ness," when the mind is unhinged, and reason, as it 

 we?-e, totters from the effects of grief . 



Cassius had but just mildly rebuked Brutus for 

 making no better use of his philosophy, and now 

 — startled by the sudden sight of his bleeding, 

 mangled heart — " Portia is — Dead ! " pays in- 

 voluntary homage to the very philosophy he had 

 so rashly underrated by the exclamation — 



" How 'scaped I killing when I crossed you so 1" 



I wish, if possible, to support this view of the 

 case by the following passages : — 



L Romeo's adilress to Balthas.ar. 



" But if thou .... roaring sea." 

 IL His address to Paris. 



" I beseech thee youth 



away ! 



Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3. 



III. " The poor father was ready to fall down dead ; 

 but he grasped the broken oar which was before him, 

 jumped up, and called in a faltering voice, — 'Arrigozzo! 

 Arrigozzo !' This was l)ut for a moment. Receiving 

 no answer, he ran to the top of the rock ; looked at 

 all around, ran his eye over all who were safe, one by 

 one, but could not find his son among them. Then 

 seeing the count, who liad so lately been finding fault 



