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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 Maginn, 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 queen’s household, 
he had the best opportunity of knowing 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. JagWir it. 
In the absence of positive information as to the 
meaning of the letters “P. M. aC. 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 kiny’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. Weel aVW.s! 2. 
Somerset House. 
England's Obligations to Captain Bedloes. — 
The following broadside is worth a place in your 
“Tllustrations 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 
erjured witnesses, was the cause of that madness 
own in history as the “ Popish Plot.” 
KrF Dek. 
«“ England’s Obligations to Captain William Bedlowe, the 
grand Discoverer of this most Horrid PLOT. 
“The World is all on Fire in Jesus Name, 
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, Braye BepLower ! how had I forgot 
Thy Name? a grand Discoverer of their PLor: 
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, 
- Yo carry thee to the securest Land. 
Brave Godfrey’s pale Ghost yet doth ery aloud, 
King Cuar.es 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, 
Fore’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 Angels wing, 
Would he haye killed a Godfrey or a King. 
