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lawyer of Brittanie, who he said came to Rome to 
entreat the Pope to give the Lawyers of Brittanie | 
a Patron, to which the Pope replied, That he knew 
of no Saint but what was disposed of to other 
Professions, At which Evona was very sad, and 
earnestly begd of the Pope to think of one for 
him. At last the Pope proposed to St. Evona 
that he should goe round the church of St. John 
de Latera blindfould, and after he had said so 
many Ave Marias, that the first Saint he layd hold 
of should be his Patron, which the good old Lawyer 
willingly undertook; and at the end of his Ave- 
Maryes he stopt at Saint Michels altar, where he 
layd hold of the Divell, under St. Michels feet, 
and eryd out, This is our Saint, let him be our 
Patron. So being unblindfolded, and seeing 
what a Patron he had chosen, he went to his 
lodgings so dejected, that in few moneths after he 
die’d, and coming to heaven’s gates knockt hard. 
Whereupon St. Peter asked who it was that knockt 
so bouldly. He replyed, That he was St. Evona 
the Advocate. Away, away, said St. Peter; here 
is but one Advocate in heaven; here is no room 
for you Lawyers. O but, said St. Evona, I am 
that honest Lawyer who never tooke fees on both 
sides, or pleaded in a bad cause, nor did I ever 
set my Naibours together by the Eares, or lived 
by the sins of the people. Well then, said St. 
Peter, come in. This news comeing down to Rome, 
a witty Poet writ upon St. Evona’s tomb these 
words : — 
* St. Evona un Briton, 
Advocat non Larron, 
Haleluiah.’ 
“This story put me in mind of Ben Johnson goe- 
ing throw a church in Surry, seeing poore people 
weeping over a grave, asked one of the women 
why they wept. Oh, said shee, we have lost our 
pretious Lawyer, Justice Randall; he kept us all 
in peace, and always was so good as to keep us 
from goeing to law; the best man ever lived. 
Well, said Ben Johnson, I will send you an Epi- 
taph to write upon his Tomb, which was — 
* God works wonders now and than, 
Here lyes a Lawyer an honest man.’ ” 
Carr’s Remarks of the Government of the several 
Parts of Germanie, Denmark, Sc. 24mo. Amster- 
dam, 1688, pp. 80—83. 
TO DAVID COOK, A VIGILANT AND CIRCUMSPECT 
WATCHMAN OF WESTMINSTER, 1716. 
(From the Latin of Vincent Bourne.) 
Good friend! for good wishes expressed every day 
Accept a poor poet’s retributive lay ; 
For though only officially you, perhaps, bawl 
“‘ Good morrow, my masters and mistresses all,” 
Yet while such kind wishes I constantly hear 
For “A Merry Old Christmas and Happy New 
Year,’ 
I feel as if something was wanting from me, 
So, Good morrow, good David, Good morrow to 
thee! 
Less punctual than thine is “bright chanti- 
cleer’s” lay 
That divides the night watches, and heralds the day, 
And old Time, of all thieves that are known the 
most sly, 
Cannot even in cover of midnight slip by. 
No, when darkness o’er all things its mantle has 
spread, 
And e’en supperless poets have crept into bed, 
Yourself, and your dog, and your horn-circled light, 
Seem at home, and at ease, in the horrors of night. 
Not topers when frantic they rush to the street 
To discharge their pot-valour on all whom they meet, 
Are a terror to you—you'd esteem it good luck 
To fall in with the Mohocks just running a muck, 
And, whatever your brethren less loyal might do, 
You'd “present the king’s person” * for them to 
run through. 
Pale ghosts might assemble to scare you in vain, 
Or hobgoblins come forth from their roost in 
Cock Lane; 
Nay, even the footpad, with bludgeon or knife, 
Who demands from all others their “ money or life,” 
No sooner sees you than he takes to his heels, 
And from your sacred person himself only steals.t 
But when honest labour anticipates day, 
And fruit-bearing rustics are groping their way, 
To “TheGarden,” through ancle-deep alley or street, 
Tow urbanely you welcome each swain that you 
meet. 
To all and to each you have something to say, 
Sometimes more, never less, than a hearty “ Good 
day.” 
By your oracle, too, one immediately learns 
How moonlight, and starlight, and clouds take 
their turns; 
And your kindness most commonly adds to the debt, 
By the news of fair weather, or frosty, or wet; 
And while we lie dozing, well housed, dry, and 
warm, 
Secure, and unconscious almost of the storm, 
| You endure its whole rage —you would scorn to 
retreat, 
And own yourself beaten away from your beat. 
| Meantime as you wander through alley or lane 
You enliven your round with some care-killing 
strain ; 
And if in rude numbers your song you should 
frame, 
With thoughts rather homely, and rhymes some- 
what lame, 
* «You constable are to present the prince’s own 
person,” — Dogberry. 
+ “ Let him show himself what he is, and steal out 
of your company.” — Dogberry. 
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