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NOTES AND QUERIES. 
[24 S, No 18, May 8. °56. 
Will. Collard, gu. a F.-d.-L. arg. 
John de Mortimer, or, semée de Fs,-d.-L. sa. 
In the third Crusade, under Richard I. (1190— 
1192), the following occur : 
Henry de Cobeham, of old baronial family, field, semé 
de F's.-d.-L. or, (12.) (Sir Harris Nicolas’ Roll gives 3 
Fs.-d.-L. arg.) 
John de Cantelou, or Cantiloupe, 3 leopards’ heads, jes- 
sant Fs.-d.-L. 
Adam de Gordon, a Norman settler in Scotland, gu. 3 
heads FI. and C. 
Le Sire d’Umfrayille, gu. 5 Fs.-d.-L. crusule, or. 
Roger Plowden received the augmentation of 2 Fs.-d.-L. 
for gallantry at the siege of Acre, az. a fesse dancetté, 
jessant 2 Fs.-d.-L. or. 
Radulf Normanyille, arg. a demi F.-d.-L, or, on a fesse, 
gu, 
Rob. Cokefield, gu. a F.-d.-L. erm. 
Rob. Agilon, gu. a F.-d.-L, arg. 
Will. Agilon, az. a F.-d.-L. or. 
Will. Burblynge, arg. 3 Fs.-d.-L. sa. 
Will. de Peyfrer, arg. semé de F's.-d.-L. 
Le Sire de Baspes, on a chief, a F.-d.-L, sa. 
In the seventh and last Crusade, under Prince 
Edward, 1269, are, — 
Henry de Burghull, az. fretty arg. holding a F.-d.-L. 
az. 
John de Gayton, chamber valet to P. Edward, arg. a 
fesse, gu., 6 F.-d.-L. gu. 
cu C. H. P. 
(To be continued.) 
ILLUSTRATIONS OF MACAULAY. 
“The Quaker’s Elegy on the Death of Charles, late King 
of England. 
(Written by W. P., a sincere Lover of Charles and James, 
1685.) 
“ What wondrous Change in Waking do I find! 
For a strange Something do’s my Sense unbind ; 
Truth has possest my Darken’d Soul all o’re 
With an unusual Light not known before, 
And doth inform me that some Star is gone 
From whose kind influence we had Life alone ; 
No sooner had this Stranger seiz’d my Soul, 
But Rachel knockt to raise me from my Bed, 
And with a Voice of Sorrow did condole 
The loss of Charles, whom she declar’d was Dead. 
Charles do’st thou mean, we King of England call, 
That liv’d within the Mansion of White-hall? 
Yea—’Tis too true—Confusion’s in the street 
Distraction in the face of all we meet ; 
As if the Chain of Causes now did break, 
And we all saw the Dreadfull Day of Doom; 
No Tongue, but Faces, Eyes, and Actions speak ; 
They walk like men just risen from a Tomb. 
With that my Garments I in haste put on, 
And in the Spirit mutter’d many a groan. 
Whilst I in this disorder’d Gesture move, 
Some Friends of mine, that Charles did always Love, 
With Zealous hast approacht me, full of Tears, 
Unmanly Actions caus’d from jealous Fears. 
The City-Wives the Book of Martyrs Read, 
And with those Thoughts their easie Husbands Lead ; 
They talk of Christians Spitchcockt, Roasted, Broil’d, 
Of Martyr’d Consciences in Smithfield Fire, 
With new found Deaths their Thoughts are Toyl’d,. 
Their’s nought but Treason does their Hearts inspire. 
But we do that opinion disallow, : 
And for the future will to Cesar bow. 
Entering dispute precisely we run o’re 
The Signal Graces He to us had shown 
(For we Dissented on a different Score, 
Though we withdrew, we ne’re oppos’d the Crown), 
By oft forgiving, Wooing us to be, 
By His Example, joyn’d in Harmony 
With England’s Church and Truths Integrity : 
Though finding us a stiff Misguided Crew,, 
Yet daily still His Love he did renew, 
And moderates the Rigour of the Law, 
Which our selfwill doth hourly on us Draw; 
And doth consent the Pensylvanian Shore, 
We may possess, and tempt his Laws no more. 
As Saul among the Prophets, here Charles stood, 
But greater far, being exquisitely Good: 
Anointed both, yet Charles the Lawrel got, 
He Moses’s Meekness had, Saul had it not: 
Saul as a scourge was to his people giv’n, 
Charles as a Guardian Angel sent from Heav’n. 
For us to speak thy praise or shew thy worth, 
Which is above the reach of Flattery, 
Is much too hard for a weak Holderforth : 
None but thy Brother e’re could equal thee. 
We never knew, whilst we the Wealth Injoy’d 
The Value of our all forgiving Prince, 
Untill the Tyrant Death our hopes Destroy’d, 
To place him on a Throne far, far, from hence, 
In the Immortal Mansion of the Sun, 
Where he receives a never fading Crown; 
And left his Earthly to a Prince, whose Fame. 
Shall fear, and tremble at his Name; 
The Second James his Brother and his Friend ; 
Though Factious Crouds did for his Right contend, 
To hang it o’re a Disobedient Head, 
Whom with a Crown these Tantalize awhile 
As Richard they, when Oliver was dead, 
Proclaim the Man, but at the Bubble smile. 
We take not Absalom’s, but David's part; 
Nor no Achitophell, with his false Art, 
Nay joyn’d with Zimries Poyson, ever shall 
Like the disloyal Corah make us fall. 
Had we but Lordships in a fertile Plain, 
To inable us in Parliament to set, 
Our Native true Obedience we’d regain, 
By Loyal Votes that want Example yet. 
In Wisdom, Valour, Conduct, High Renown 
Thou all thy Ancestors that wore this Crown, 
Exceedst in every Excellence as far 
As Mid-day Sun out-shines a Mid-night Star ; 
To those we no Addition e’re cou’d give 
But we such heaps of Treasure would bestow 
That Thou to so much Splendour should’st arrive 
As Times Record to Mortals can not show. 
Accept, O Mighty James, our Pray’rs the while ; 
May Years of Peace and Plenty on Thee smile; 
May Fortune always wait Thee with Success, 
And Loyal Subjects numberless increase ; 
May many Sons Thy Royal Consort bear, 
Endow’d with Both your Princely Virtues here 
And Heirs to Glory when You change Your Sphere; 
And may this Crown still flourish in Thy Name, 
Till Time shall cease, and all the World expire, 
May all Thy Foes become ignobly tame. 
But may’st Thou always haye Thy Princely hearts 
desire. 
