A Funeral Oration ON THE Most High, Most Excellent, and Most Potent PRINCESS, MARRY STUART, QUEEN OF England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, etc.  
Recited by the Learned Author of The Collection of Canons and New Pieces, In his Third Tome, pag. 274.  
Done into English from the French Original Printed at the Hague.  
LONDON, Printed for J. Dunton at the Raven in Jewen-street; and Sold by Edmund Richardson near the Poultry-Church, 1695.   

A Funeral Oration, etc.  Favour is Deceitful, and Beauty is Vain; but a Woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be Praised, Prov. chap. 31. v. 30. 
WE cannot but wonder and be sensible of the works which Nature sets before our Eyes; but on the other side we must acknowledge that those Objects so lovely and worthy of our Admiration, are subject to Corruption, and that they fade away and Perish. All things that are under the Sun shall Perish; and there is no longer any memory of things that are past; and those things that are to come, shall be forgotten by those that come after us, says Solomon in the Ecclesiastes. Those Empires formerly so Vast and Potent, what are now become of 'em? The mighty Men and Potentates of the Earth, after they have made a noise in the World for Fifty or Threescore Years at most, whether do they retire? What is become of all their Grandeur and Luster? They are returned into the Earth from whence they came, and by a fatal necessity they instruct us, that All that is no more than Dust, must return to Dust. The Days of Man, says David, are like the Flower of the Field, which in the Morning is clad with a Thousand lively Colours, but no sooner is it cropped, but it Fades and Withers, nor is there the least Beauty of it to be discovered by the Evening. This is the fate of the things of this World. 'Tis then upon the meditation of their Vanity that they ought to reflect. 'Tis to the Consideration of Eternal Blessings that we ought to apply ourselves, to the end we may learn so to govern our days, that we may be said to have a Heart of Wisdom and Understanding. The fear of the Lord is the beginning of Wisdom: A good Understanding have all they that do his Commandments; His Praise endureth for ever, Psalm 3. Favour is Deceitful and Beauty is Vain, but the Woman that feareth the Lord▪ she shall be Praised. It may be justly said, that never any Person merited this Praise more than the Most High, Most Excellent, and Most Potent Princess, MARY STUART, Queen of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland.  
My Design is therefore to endeavour to set before your Eyes the surpassing Virtues of this great Queen, not only to excite your Admiration of that Piety, that Greatness of Soul, that prudent Conduct which she made appear in all her Actions, and in all her Words; but more especially to follow the Examples of Piety and Sanctity, of which we have been some part of Us the Eye-witnesses during her Life, and which she left us after her Death.  
I must acknowledge myself altogether unable to undertake a task so far above my strength; only my Zeal for the Memory of this great Princess, and the great desire I had, that we should make the best benefit of a Life and Death so Holy and so Precious in the sight of God, has engaged me in despite of myself, and caused me to forget my weakness in going beyond the limits of my Character.  
Think it not then strange if I observe not in this discourse, all the Methods and all the Rules of Art. Consider that there is something, I know not what, of Irregular in Sorrow and Affliction, and that it is not so much the work of my Wit as of my Heart; it being out of the abundance of my Heart, that my Mouth speaketh. Most Holy and Divine Spirit, who didst enliven this Pious Queen, enliv'n me now with a sacred Fire, to the end I may render serviceable to thy Glory, the Holy Examples which he hath given us, and that by the imitation thereof we may become more Prudent and more Pious.  
Never fear it, 'tis not here my design, according to the Ideas of the Worldly Eloquence, to study for flattering Discourses, to give in this place false Phrases to false Virtues.  
When we have for the subject matter of such discourses any one of those common and Worldly Lives. in whom we can find nothing to commend but the last motives of a long delayed and almost fruitless Repentance, it is a difficult thing I must confess, if I may not say impossible, but that we must flatter Vanity, and confound Fortune with Virtue. But here all our trouble will be, that we shall not be able to find Eulogies enough to set forth so many Virtues, nor Terms strong enough to express so many admirable Qualities wherewith Nature and Grace seemed to be at strife to accomplish this most incomparable Queen. What a Majesty and Grandeur in her Air! What a sweetness! What a modesty in her Counnance! What a politeness in all her Manners! What Charming Graces in her Person! And these you know were the least things to be commended in her: For if we pass to the qualities of her Soul, what a large Field was there for Elegies, or rather what a subject of wonder and admiration! In the first Years of her Youth, this Princess displayed the best Natural disposition in the World, a sweet Humour, agreeable and always equal; a Heart upright and sincere; a solid and firm Judgement, and a Piety beyond her Age. And it was upon this sincere report, that the great Prince who espoused her, desired to be united to her, declaring, That all the circumstances of Fortune and Interest did never engage him so much as those of her Person, and particularly those of her Humour and Inclination. A sentiment truly great, generous, prudent and Christianlike, and so much the more noble, and worthy to be observed, as being rare in great Personages, who regulate their Friendships only according to their Interests, and have neither so much Christianity nor niceness, as to consider that it is Virtue which produces and cherishes Friendship, and that when a Man is really a Man of worth, he can never be too attentive in making choice of the Person to whom he is to be tied all the Days of his life. However, this was the Care of the great Prince who espoused her, and as his intentions were pure and upright, God heard his Prayers and his Wishes in giving him for a Consort, I will say, not only the most amiable and most accomplished Princess of Europe, but the most perfect of all Women that ever were in the World. Of whom we m●y say, that all Virtues were assembled together in her without any mixture of Vices. And in saying so, I say no more than what was the public and unanimous Voice of all People; and of this Princess it is, that we may justly say, what is said in the Proverbs, Many Daughters have done Virtuously, but thou excellest them all.  
Now in regard that all the Precepts of the Gospel are enclosed in these two things; love God with all thy Heart, and thy Neighbour as thyself, these were the two Essential things that comprehend so many others, which this Pious Soul most effectually studied. 'Twas by Reading and meditating upon the word of God, that her Soul was purified and exercised itself in the desires of Eternal Blessings. That we may be always with God, it behoves us to Read and Pray often. God speaks to us in Scripture, and we speak to God in Prayer, says St. Austin. The Reading of the Holy Scripture fills the Soul with light, and separating it from the Vanities of the World, raises it up to the Love of God. This our Pious Princess knew most admirable well, and this was that which she practised with a Devotion and Zeal, always worthy of Applause. With what respect, with what attention did she Read this Sacred and Divine word! With what Zeal and Fervency did she apply herself to Prayer! This is the accomplishment of Happiness, said David, Happy is the Man who sets his Affection upon the Law of the Lord, and meditates upon it Day and Night. Happy he, who Addresses himself to thee. I lift up myself to thee, and I make my Prayer to thee in the Morning. In this sacred Book it was, that this Pious Princess had learned, that the only employment of the blessed in Heaven will be to adore God. Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God who art, and will be for ever, is the continual Song of the blessed Spirits above. You People of the World, who only conform yourselves to the examples of the Grandees upon Earth, learn from the Pattern of the most solid and most Illustrious Piety that can be set before your Eyes, to make Prayer a most assiduous and regular Duty. Prayer is no way different from the Practice of other Virtues, and we attain to it by the same ways. 'Tis by a diligent Care and Practice, in applying the mind to the objects of Faith, in entertaining good Thoughts, and by endeavouring to excite in ourselves Holy desires and Holy affections. Not but these means may be sufficient of themselves to cause them to grow in us; but because that God is pleased to conceal his supernatural Operations under those means that appear Human. Knock and it shall be opened unto ye; ask and you shall receive. The Queen's, great employments never hindered her one Day from being present at public Prayers, which may be said to be the least time that she employed on that Duty. For how often in her Closet did she not humble herself before the King of Kings, in whose sight the King's of the Earth are but as Dust, to acknowledge how mean and despicable she was, in comparison of him, before whom the Angels cover their Faces. With what Humility did she not pay him Homage for all that she had, and for all that she was.  
Nor can I pass over in silence the trouble and perplexity of this great Princess, when the Prince her August Husband, after redoubled solicitations from the English Nation, found himself constrained to pass over into England. Which way soever the Princess turned herself at that time, she beheld nothing on every side but occasions of fear and affliction. France and the King of England in League together, were upon the point of destroying the protestant Religion. This Republic saw themselves in imminent danger. The liberty of Europe was threatened with approaching Ruin. England in particular was in such an agitation as tended to a general Insurrection. The wronged and oppressed People were resolved to hazard all, rather than see their Laws and their Religion overturned. In this extremity what was our Princess to do, but pray to God, as she did without ceasing, in the public Churches, in her Chapel, privately in her Closet, that he would be pleased in order to the accomplishment of his Holy Will, to direct all things for his Glory, to the advancement of the Kingdom of Jesus Christ his Son, and the preservation of the lives of Two Princes, of which the one was her Father, and t'other was become another self, as being tied to her by the strongest ties on Earth. God heard her Prayers. Never was a Revolution of that importance with less Tumult, with more Calmness, and less Bloodshed. The People who had called in that grsat Prince for the support of their Laws and their Religion, receive him with loud Acclamations and Testimonies of their extraordinary joy. Afterwards K. James took upon him a Resolution to retire out of his Kingdom, without being obliged to it, and without the least violence offered to him. 'Twas to the prudent Conduct of the present King, and the Queen's Prayers, that we are to ascribe the success and easiness of this miraculous Revolution through the dispensation of Divine Providence.  
They who had the Honour to be acquainted with the Character of this great Queen, well knew that the lustre of a Crown did never dazzle her. No, never Princess of such an Illustrious Birth and Rank as hers, descended, as every body knows, from a long Race of Kings, and Allied to the greatest Princes of Europe, was endued with such a real Humility: And though she were more capable of Reigning then any Person of her Sex, and that she had given Testimonies of it in ticklish and difficult Conjunctures, and though she performed that burdensome employment, so much to the satisfaction of the English as will cause her to be always beloved and lamented by that Nation, nevertheless there was a real sorrow to be perceived in her Countenance, that she was to quit this Country to which she had been accustomed, and to whom the pleasantness of it appeared so charming, where she had been respected, caressed, esteemed, and if I may presume to say it, adored by all the World; where while she led a calm and pleasing Life, she has been heard to say, and I have heard her myself, when she was congratulated upon her advancement to the Crown, That many times, so much Grandeur was a burden. That in such Stations People lived with less content to themselves then others, and that she should wish she were in Holland again. And indeed she had Reason to say so: For it may be said of those that Govern, that they resemble the Stars that shine with a bright lustre, but are never at rest. And this repose it is which being made so good a use of as she was wont to do, that is so beneficial for those that desire to take care of their Salvation.  
'Twas this desire of her Salvation which estranged her so fervently from the things of this World, and which caused her to think so often of her end. 'Twas this Idea of unavoidable death, which this devout Soul still set every day before her Eyes, looking upon it, as attended and accompanied with the Sentence of God, that will in that very moment either pronounce for or against us, an Eternity of Glory, or an Eternity of Misery and Damnation. Come Lukewarm Souls, unworthy Souls that think you have done enough for your Salvation, and who, overruled by the multiplicity of your Affairs and your Pleasures, delay your Conversion till the last minutes of your gasping breath, come and learn by the Example of a great Queen, that the most Eminent, the most difficult, the most indispensable employments ought never to make us forget the grand affairs of Salvation, and the formidable Judgement of the last day. I have let no day pass, said the Pious Queen, when they told her what a dangerous condition her Life was in; I have let no day pass without thinking upon Death. So that she did not look upon it, as the people of the World are wont to look upon it, with dread and Horror, but she looked upon it after a Most Christianlike manner, as the end of her time, and the happy entrance into Eternity. 'Twas this Reflection upon the shortness of Life, and the inconceivable Diuturnity of Eternal Bliss, which wrought in her this Effect, that she was not taken with any thing of Temporal Grandeur, but that she had a high esteem of Eternity. She had frequently thought upon that Sentence which will be pronounced to every one of us at the hour of Death. You shall be no more. A fatal Sentence for so many people, a Terrible decree, of which Death itself is to be the Executioner. But they who, like her, think and meditate upon death in their Life time, die not when they die, death being no more to them then the Beginning of Life.  
This Pious Queen meditating upon death and the duties of Christianity, had learned in the Sacred Scriptures, that the Love of our Neighbour necessarily attends the Love of God, and that the Glorious promises of Life Eternal, are only made to those who are useful to Mankind; either by Instruction, or by Succour or Assistance. 'Twas this Charity which is so highly recommended in Holy Scripture, by the Saviour of the World, which this Pious Queen exercised with so much care and so much Zeal. Whatever represented itself to her Eyes as a suffering Person, was the object of her Compassion and her Charity. With what goodness did she still inform herself of the wants of necessities of those that were in Affliction? Withwhat care did she order 'em to be provided for? Her Alms had no other Bounds than those which God had given to the Grandeur of her Power. We have seen Tears in her Eyes, for sorrow that she could not do so much as she desired. With what Goodness, I will not say of a Princess and a Queen, but of a Mother; did she take particular Accounts, and make particular Inquiries for the succour of Poor Families, Parents overburdened with a great number of Children, Children deprived of their Parents, Aged People without any relief of Children or Kindred? But more especially, with what Goodness, with what Tenderness, did she interest herself in the Distresses and Want of a great number of Persons of Quality, who had generously quitted their Country, their Dignities, their Estates, their Relations, to follow Jesus Christ, rather than do any thing to wrong their Consciences. You know it, you that weep, you that with somuch reason lament a loss so great, so overwhelming and so highly deserving your Moans and Lamentations. I cannot disapprove the Tears you shed, let 'em have their free course; if ever Person merited the Effects of your sorrow, without doubt 'twas this August Queen: But set 'em however their just bounds, and remember that 'tis the decree of Heaven, and that we ought to yield an entire and profound submission to what ever comes from thence.  
Let us take care to appease the Wrath of God justly provoked against us, which bereaved us of this Pious Queen, of which the World was not worthy. If we desire to do any thing pleasing to God, acceptable to the memory of this Good and Charitable Princess; let us make good use of this Example of Charity which she has showed us while she remained among us in this World; let us renounce all manner of Pride and Vanity; and if we have any thing to spare from our Necessities, let us employ it well, let us be Charitable as much as in us lies, Let us Love our Divine Saviour in the Persons of the Poor who represent him, so that he may say to us, at the Great Day, as he has said to the Queen, I was a dry and ye gave me to drink, I was a Hungry and ye gave me to Eat, I was a Stranger and you Rescued me, etc. Verily I say unto you, for as much as you have done it to one of these little ones ye have done it to me, Come and enjoy the Kingdom which was prepared for ye from the Beginning of the World.  
'Twas this Charity that made her shut her Ears against Calumny and Backbiting. Never durst any one speak ill of any body before the Queen. Neither Flattery nor Calumny, two of the most dangerous Pests of Sovereign Courts, durst never open their Mouths in her Presence. Slander was utterly banished from her sight and Hearing. I abominate the Secret Slanderer, and him that is double Tongued, for he is the Destruction of several that lived in Peace, says the Wise Man. And indeed it is not enough for Great Persons not to be Slanderers, but they must never show any marks of their taking Pleasure in Slander; let it be delivered with never so much Wit and quaintness. For what do they do by their Complacencies and encourging smiles, but animate the Slanderer, and warm the malicious Serpent, that his malignant Sting may pierce more surely and more to the quick. Let 'em Understand that they are no less the Assassins' of their Brethren, when by their Cruel Abetting, they sharpen the weapon that runs 'em through; then if they struck the Fatal blow themselves that made the Mortal Wound. Lord says David, Who shall abide in thy Tabernacle? He that is pure in his Life, whose actions are just, who speaks always according to Truth, who Slanders not his Neighbour, and who lends not his Ear to the Backbiter. This is then one more Encomium which it behoves us to give the Queen, and which you, who had the Honour to be near her Person, knew that she most justly deserved. Let us endeavour to imitate her in this as well as the rest of her Admirable Virtues.  
If I make it thus my business to set before your Eyes, the Virtues of this Queen, 'tis because they were those which She particularly Caressed; and because they are also in reality solid Virtues, and the Foundations of all the rest. But if she possessed 'em in an eminent Degree, it may be said without Flattery, that there are few persons in the World, that had for their share a greater number of those which the World so highly boasts of, and which without doubt are very agreeable and most useful to persons of Quality, and particularly to those that are so highly exalted above others.  
Besides that Beauty, that Majesty, that comely Grace, that noble Air which accompanied every thing she did; She had together with a solid Judgement, a Polite and pleasing Wit. She was extremely addicted to reading, and had made good use of it. She gave a Sound Judgement of men's Writings, and the Products of Wit, but with an extraordinary Modesty, which made her frequently demand the Opinion of others, rather than give her own Judgement. Her Conversation was easy, and she gave a pleasing Turn to every thing she said, she spoke French and Dutch with the same readiness as English. And when there happened to be persons about her of those three Nations, that understood no other than their own Language, which happened almost every day, she spoke sometimes one, than another Language, with a Surprising readiness, and without ever mistaking, which is very Extraordinary, and so well ordered her business, in speaking to every one in their turn, that never any Body departed from her presence but was extremely satisfied; and charmed with her obliging behaviour. She also wrote as she spoke a free and natural Hand: She was very well read in History, she was likewise a Lover of French Authors, and understood all the Delicacy of that Language.  
She was perfectly well instructed in Religion; and having had frequent Discourses with Learned and able Divines, she had greatly advantaged herself by their knowledge. So that it may be truly said that the Devotion was an enlightened Devotion, Sincere and far remote from Superstition and all manner of Ostentation.  
However a Considerable time was requisite to accomplish all this; and therefore there was something of admirable in the Diligence of this Excellent Queen, and very Extraordinary in a Person of her Sex, her Age and Degree: 
* She was wont to rise by six a clock in the morning Winter and Summer.  For she spent every hour of the day to profit and advantage, far different from most People, who covetous of many things, are so prodigal of that little time which is left 'em, and which is so burdensome to 'em, that they seek always to waste it. Who is able to apprehend two things so opposite? So much Love for Life, and so little esteem for the time that Limits it.  
But I return to my Subject; and I must tell ye, that besides-this knowledge and these Lights that the Queen had acquired; she has a good relish in general, which gave her the advantage to find out in things, that which was good, and to observe that which was bad; she was able justly to distinguish, and she had a high esteem for Persons of merit and Piety. And it may be truly said, that those Persons that she Honoured with her particular Confidence and Esteem, are Persons of solid and distinguished worth; therefore she highly cherished 'em, and whatever business she had, she wrote to 'em from time to time with her own Hand: Together with all this: Her Inclinations were admirable; she was generous Charitable, Good, Liberal and Beneficent beyond Expression. So that she was beloved, not as usually Great Personages are beloved, out of Interest, or Necessity, or Policy; for she had in that the same Advantage that Private Persons have, to be beloved by Choice, by Esteem, by Inclination, and because she was altogether Amiable.  
Never was the Esteem and Affection which all the World had for this Great Princess so well understood, as when she departed for England. Every Body pressed to make their Addresses to her, and tho' she were going to receive a Crown, the sorrow that the People had to see that she must leave 'em, made 'em forget their joy that so much Grandeur and Honour was preparing for her. The People crowded in throngs from distant Cities: They brought their little Children to see her, to make 'em Admire her, to make 'em remember her, and to wish her the Blessing of Long Life and Prosperity with their Undefiled and Innocent Mouths. When she parted from the H●gue all the People thronged in Heaps the Court to the Coaches could not pass; every Body Wept, and every Body loaded her with Benedictions and tender wishes. All the People attended her to the Sea, and the Sky resounded with the loud Cries and Farewell Acclamations of the Multitude. And indeed when these sort of Demonstrations of Love and Affection happen, more especially in Republics, where the People are not obliged to testify what they have in their Hearts, it must be acknowledged, that these loud Cries, these good Wishes and Benedictions are the Voice of the Heart, or rather the Voices which Merit and Virtue produced in the Heart, and caused to issue forth from as many Lips as there were Persons.  
But besides the good Qualities peculiar to those of her Sex, it may be said, that she had a Ripe and Solid Judgement, and a surprising Capacity for the management of Affairs, and which caused the Admiration of Foreign Ministers. This Great Queen in a Word was endued with all the Virtue, and all the Charms of the most Virtuous and Amiable Women, and all the Merit and Capacity of the most Famous Men. This, next to God, was your Workmanship, Great and Magnanimous Hero, who having made choice of this Princess, a Princess after your own heart, took pleasure in making it your business to bring to perfection such happy Inclinations, and instructed her in the Great Art of Ruling, so difficult for those that are desirous to acquit themselves as you do.  
'Twas with so good a second that this Great King shared the Government, leaving to her the Conduct at Home while he was obliged to cross the Seas, and put himself at the Head of a League, of which he was the soul and Primum Mobile. What was then the Employment of our Pious Queen? She redoubled her Vows and Prayers to Heaven, and in the midst of her Alarms and Fears for the Preservation of a Person so dear to her, she kept herself at the foot of the Mystical Ladder, where her Prayers and the Answers to 'em were as so many Angels continually Ascending and Descending to and from Heaven. But than you saw her at the Helm of Government, issuing forth her Orders like a Prudent and Politic Princess, and truly worthy the Great King with whom she was Associated; and whose Genius and Maxims she observed. Yet with so much Discretion and Reservedness, that when there fell out any thing of Delicate and Unexpected, upon which she could have time to consult the Great Prince her real Oracle, she always did it. With what Transports of joy did she behold the return of this Great Monarch! After he had been exposing himself to guard all Europe from the Slavery, into which, in all human probability, it was falling, without the Interposition of his Resistance. What Satisfaction, what Gladness on his Part, to Reimbrace the Object of all his Esteem and all his Tenderness! What Acclamations! What shouts of Joy! How were the People charmed to behold the Reunion of two Persons of such an exalted Merit, of so rare a Virtue, and so Unanimously tied together for the preservation of their Religion, their Laws and their Country! And then it was, that this great Princess surrendering her Sceptre and Royal Authority into the Hands of her August Husband, betook herself again to reading and resumed usual Employments, like that Roman so Famous in History, who after he had led Armies and won Victories, returned to manure his small Farm, with the same Humility as if he had never won Battle, or merited Triumph.  
But if this Great Princess were admired while she held the Reins of Government, she was yet more to be admired when she retired to her Privacies, where the more nearly she was known, the more she was beloved esteemed and respected. She carried herself toward all whose Protectrix she was! What an Affliction to so many poor People to whom she was a Bountiful Mother! What a Blow! What a cruel Blow to a Prince, who having such a Sincere and immaculate Friendship for such a Virtuous Consort, grounded upon Esteem and Merit, feels his Bowels rend and his Heart pierced through with a Thousand Darts, in losing a Dear Companion the only Object of his Tenderness and Inclination. She in whose Bosom he confided his Secrets; with whom he comforted himself in his Sorrows, and Rejoiced in his Prosperities, and who had for him the most profound Veneration, the most Sincere Affection, and a Friendship the most Ardent and Tender that could be imagined. Thus this Great Heart that was never known to be Greater nor more Constant than in misfortunes, was cast down by this Fatal Stroke, that took her for ever from his sight. Fatal Minute, Sorrowful Minute for him and for us; but happy for her, who is now entered into the Possession of Eternal Glory. Let all the Veneration, all the Zeal, all the Affection which we had for these two August Persons whom Heaven itself had brought together, be now united in Hero who still remains among us. His Interests are ours, his Misfortunes ours, His Advantages ours, His Prosperities ours, and in a word our State depends upon him, Let us pray to God to Comfort, Preserve and Bless him. Let us accompany his designs with our Prayers, our Vows and our best Wishes, and with all that lies in our Power. But if we desire that our Prayers and our Vows may be heard, let us put ourselves into a Condition, that that we may hope to obtain a Gracious answer. Let us use all our Endeavours to perform the Duties that Christianity enjoins us, and by observing the Commands of God we shall fulfil the Vows of this Pious Queen, who concerned herself with so much goodness to all those who had quitted their Country for the sake of Religion. Piety and the Glory of God which she had always before her Eyes, made her continually wish that Persons who had showed their Zeal and Affection to the Service of God, might do nothing but what became the Character of that Zeal which had inclined 'em. 
This is the Sense of a Letter which the Queen wrote a little before she fell Sick▪ to Mademoiselle de Moussay.  Let us fulfil these Wishes, so just and so Christian like. The Incoruptible Crown of Glory shall not be given to him that begins, but to him that perseveres. Let us therefore Labour our Zeal and Fervency while we may, to the end we may find Grace and Mercy at the day of our Death; and that we may be made Partakers of that Bliss and Eternal Glory which now the Queen enjoys. That Queen who because she was a Woman that truly feared, the Lord, deserves far greater Praises than we have been able to give her.   

AN ORATION OF Peter Francius, UPON THE FUNERAL of the Most August Princess MARY II. QUEEN of Great Britain, France and Ireland.  
Pronounced at Amsterdam, in the Old Dutch-Church, March 5. 1694-95▪ the very Day she was buried.  
Done into English from the Latin Original.  
LONDON. Printed for John Dunton at the Raven in Jewen-street, and are also to be Sold by Edm. Richardson near the Poultry-Church. MDCXCV.   

A short PRAYER,  
SEeing I am ascended into this Place, appointed for Divine Worship, and preaching the Word of God, not of my own accord, nor rashly of my own head, but by the Command of the most Honourable Consuls, what more just and reasonable, what indeed more necessary, than that turning our Faces from men to God, we should begin with a Prayer addressed to him, to whom the Heathens themselves, far remote from the true Worship of God, always thought it proper to make their Invocations at the Threshold of their Labours?  
THEE therefore, Omnipotent and Eternal God, without whose aid we can undertake nothing auspiciously, with a mind no less submissive and prostrate, than Body, I implore and supplicate, that thou wilt vouchsafe to look upon this my Oration, not sacred indeed, however neither impious nor profane, nor misbecoming the Sanctimony of this Place, with a Gracious and Favourable Countenance: And while I rehearse and commemorate, not so much the Praises, as the Virtues of a most Pious and Religious Princess; not so much her Merits, as thy Benefits; that thou wouldst deign to afford me that Constancy, that modesty, which the Reverence of this Place, and the Dignity of the Subject requires from me. Pour down upon me thy Spirit, and inspire me with a sparkle of that Celestial Fire, wherewith of old thou didst enliven thy Apostles, those Divine Interpreters of thy will; touch my Tongue, kindle my Breast, and so Enlighten my mind, so temper my words, that I may utter nothing but what is Grave and Serious, and beseeming this Place, that I may be enabled with a be-fitting Fervency, to Celebrate the Obsequies of this Princess, to set forth her Virtues, and bring to the Propounded End the Work by me begun, and fulfil the Duty laid upon me, if not with an Applause and Commendation becoming the Subject, yet without disgrace and contempt.   

A Funeral Oration OF Peter Francius, etc.  
AND was this, this then the only disaster that remained to complete our Calamities, and the Miseries of this Republic, continued for so many Years, that in this Condition of Affairs, the War still raging, and, like a Conflagration, every where Consuming, the support of our Defence, the Consolation of this Affliction, the no less Best than Greatest of Queens, MARY, should be violently extorted from the World! Breathless, Breathless she lies, she that was the most Wise and Prudent Governess of the British Empire and of this Republic; and in the half way Race of her Life, in the highest Station of Honour, in the brightest splendour of Fortune, that far shining Constellation is extinguished. Give Credit, Noble Auditors, if not to Fame, which rarely in bad tidings deceives us, if not to your Ears, that so often have heard the sad yet too true News, however to your Eyes; you have before your Eyes the sorrowful Prospect. The Obsequies are now prepared; the Queen is now carried Forth; and whatever in her was Corporeal, Frail, Mortal or Terrestrial, is now committed to Innterment and the Earth. The day is come, is come, the fatal dismal day has spread a gloomy light o'er all the World, that has withdrawn from our sight the Noble Domicil of her Soul, the Habitation of all Virtues, that sweet and amiable Queen, the love of the British Nation the delight of ours, and now she sleeps among her Ancestors. All London follows the Funeral Pomp, and Enters the Royal Spoils. Sorrow makes her way through all the Cities of Britain; nor will she be confined within the Limits of one Kingdom; It crosses the Sea, and ranges through all the Cities of Confederate Belgium; All places are filled with the Sounds of Mournful Knells, with weeping, lamentation and mourning, and every one displays the Convictions of his Grief. What a number of mournful Elegies? How many Sermons in Churches, how many Orations in Academies, and what variety in their complaints? 'Tis a common Lamentation, and a Public Sorrow. Franeker, Vtrecht, Leyden, and this City, the most spacious of all the Rest, this City also is a witness of the Universal Sorrow.  
Prudently therefore, and no less deeply concerned, as the Illustrious Governors of those Academies, so the most Honourable Precedents of this Gymnasium, and the most Honourable Consuls of this City, in this City also, under their own Jurisdiction, and most Flourishing Emporium of the whole World, thought requisite to Command a Funeral Oration in Honour of the most Serene and Potent Queen of England, and made choice of this Day and Place to Solemnise this Ceremony with so much the more numerous Concourse of People. And indeed what Day more Conspicuous, or more Pompous than the same which is set apart, and chosen by the King's Council for Public Lamentation, and the Funeral Osequys of the Queen? What place more fit than this most Sacred and Religious, than this the most spacious Church within these Walls? Where could a Princess, so Pious and Religious, so devoted to God, during the whole course of her Life, be more worthily Applauded, than in this Place, consecrated to God and his Sacred Worship? Where did she deserve more properly to be Extolled, than in the Church, which she Erected in her most Pious Breast, and the most pure recesses of her Heart, a Structure most acceptable to God, and a most Beautiful Temple? What more agreeable and Consentaneous to Reason, than that the Encomiums of this Princess should be sounded forth from this Pulpit, from whence the word of God is continually Preached to the People, and the Oracles and Decrees of Heaven are daily Promulgated; She who so willingly, and so assiduously frequented sacred Sermons, and framed the whole course of her Life according to those Divine Admonitions and Precepts, and according to that Rule and Method. And I could wish that the most Noble Fathers could behold a Person no less fit to speak, than the Time and Place is fit for Audience; who when they laid this task upon me, imposed a Greater Burden upon me than my shoulders are able to bear. For it is a Burden both difficult and Ponderous, and almost surpassing Human Strength, to set forth the Praises of a Princess so transcendently Excelling, so Absolute in all Perfections, so Adorned with all sorts of Virtue; that is, to Extol Virtue itself.  
But it behoved us to Obey; for neither this Obedience to our Governors, nor this Duty to the Queen, was to be denied. For if that once Victorious and wide Commanding People, paid this last Honour to Illustrious Persons, and such as well deserved of the Republic; if to their Parents, and those Related to 'em by any Tie of Blood or Consanguinity, and proposed their Virtues and Endowments as Patterns and Examples to be followed by themselves, whom shall we deem more worthy of this Honour, or more deservedly Extol, than the best of Princess, not recommended to us by any single Virtue? For what Person more Illustrious than the Queen? Who better deserved at our Hands then she? Who ever Cherished and fostered us with a more Material Affection, than the Public Parent and Common Mother of us all? What Woman ere set us an Example of more or greater Virtues, who was herself a Living Examplar of all Virtue?  
Seeing then no Woman ever left behind her a more plentiful Subject for true Panegyric, nor a juster cause to bewail her Loss, unanimously join with me most noble Auditors, and let us pay that last and only Duty to a Queen so well and highly always deserving at our Hands, which our Gratitude and her deserts demand. I behold your Aspects, I view your Countenances and your Eyes, and Sorrow painted forth in every one: I behold your sable Garments, the Pulpit hung with Mourning, and methinks I see the Representation of that time, when the renowned and valiant Michael Adrian Ruytir, that Thunderbolt of War, that terror of the Ocean, was the Theme of my Funeral Encomiums, and the Hero, whose Obsequies I had the Honour to solemnize. And if that Grief were just and lawful, if his Fall were dismal to the Republic, how much more just is our Sorrow now, how much deeper is the Wound which the Commonwealth has received by the Death of this Princess. This Dart has pierced so much more inwardly and deeply to the Marrow, and our Sorrow is so much the more grievous, by how much the more Illustrious the Person was whom we deplore. Certainly we have sustained a most unspeakable loss, not to be expiated by many Victories; nor has the loss been more detrimental to England then to those our Provinces. Both Nations at the same time now pay their last Duties, and their last Honours to her Memory. Let us accompany the Royal Funeral, and as far as it is in our power, follow her to the Grave itself. And since we cannot pretend to behold that Solemnity with our Corporeal Eyes, let us set before the Eyes of our Minds those Virtues and Endowments with which she was so richly stored, and let us view with the Eyes of Contemplation what was illustrious and Memorable, what was Amiable, Splendid, Transcendent, and truly Royal from the Beginning to the Exit of her Life. Which while I endeavour to perform, Think not, noble Auditors, that I intent to implore your favourable Attention. This numerous Concourse promises me that already: The Theme of my Oration assures me of it more. For who but had a Love for a Princess so Amiable, and who but will honour with his Love a Woman that so highly honoured all us with her Affection.  
Think not that I shall ascribe false Praises to her, or that I shall make use of any Adulteration, or Caresses of gaudy Words in extolling her who contemned all Adulation, and Counterfeit Ornament. I will give her her own true, proper, due Praises; and only crop the chiefest Heads of her most signal Virtues, it being impossible for me to make a full display of all.  
Come on then, fellow Citizens and Countrymen, come on, if any present, Foreigners and Strangers: attend these great Obsequies; you never attended, never shall attend greater, and unfold with me the Birth, the Life, the Death of a Queen, the most renowned in the World.  
And that we may begin from her Cradle, the most August Queen was born in the sixty second Year of this Age, upon the tenth of May; James then Duke of York, and the Lord Chancellor's Daughter being her Parents. If Splendour of Birth can add any thing of Reputation to her, what place more famous than London, the most celebrated Emporium of all England, and of all Europe? What Family more illustrious than that of the Stuarts, which placed both James and Charles, and this his Renowned Niece upon the most August Throne of Great Britain? And has diffused the Splendour of its Race into all parts of the Earth. But as it was both Noble and Great, to be descended from an Illustrious Country and Family, so was it much more Noble, much more Great to have adorned them with her own Virtues, and to have added new Splendour to 'em. For neither had the Family of the Stuarts ever a more excellent Woman, nor the British Empire a more Excellent Princess; who gave more Honour, more Glory to the Royal Dignity than she received from it; and as far excelled all other Queens, as Queens exceed Private Women.  
Many, and conspicuous were the Prognostics of a true and far from counterfeited Piety, that glittered in her, and shined forth in the early dawn of her Infancy. For when in her tender Years she had lost an excellent Mother, and under the tuition of Persons less concerned, was deliciously bred up in a Court full of all manner of Pleasure and Voluptuousness, such was always her Constancy, such her Temperance, and Modesty, that no Example of others, no Allurement of Vice, no Contagion of Neighbouring Courts could force her to go astray from the right Path. Charles the Second cherished these sparks of Virtue, and Seeds of Piety, and that he might alienate her from the Roman Ceremonies, commanded her to be instructed in the Fundamentals of the true Reformed Religion by the Bishop of London, which he so happily laid, and she so cordially imbibed, that she could never be shaken by any Treacherous Insinuations, any Promises or Threats, any Punishments or Rewards; choosing rather to die, than never so little to receded from the Truth, wherein she had been grounded.  
After she had spent the rest of her Childhood in those Studies, by which generous and illustrious Souls are raised to the Expectations of great Fortune, and had abundantly furnished herself as well with Christian as with Royal Virtues, in the fifteenth year of her Age, she was auspicionsly Married to William the third of that Name, Prince of Orange, Governor of those our United Provinces, a Prince no less renowned for his Virtues, and his far famed Achievements, then for the Images of his Ancestors, and a long Series of Pedigree. William Marries Mary, a Kinsman a Kinswoman; and thus by a double Tie, and a firmer Knot than hitherto, the most noble Families of all Europe are joined together. She, for her Ancestors claims the Family of the Stuarts; he, the Nassavian Race; She, the Monarches of Great Britain; He, the Governors of Germany, and the Caesar's themselves.  
The Nuptial Solemnities being over, the Royal Bride crossed over out of England into these Parts, together with her Husband, and chose for her Seat and Residence, the Hague, the most pleasant and delightful place, not only of Holland, but almost of all Europe, first of all the Seat of the Counts of Holland,, afterwards of the Princes of Orange, and native Country of this Prince; where beloved of all Men, and fixed in the goodwill of all the People propensely devoted to her, for the space of some Years, she so charmingly and affectionately lived with her Husband, the best of Men, and no less cordially affectionate to her, not only without the least contention or quarrel, but without the least suspicion of Lukewarmness, that she might well be said to be a conspicuous example of Conjugal Affection, not only to Kings, and Princes, and Men in high Degree, but also to private Persons. By which Matrimonial Conjunction, not only the Persons who contracted it, but both People and Nations, and the Countries themselves, otherwise divided by the Sea and the Interflowing Ocean, were combined together by a stronger League of Friendship and Society then before, and a stricter tye of Amity.  
After some Interval of Time, when they who bore ill will to our Princes and us, to Liberty and Religion, and more especially to this Republic, stirred up new Troubles in England, and the Nobility of the Kingdom called to their Aid our Prince, who was only able to apply a Remedy to the growing Mischief; and that our most undaunted Hero, undertaking a vast and absolutely Herculean Labour, such as will scarce find credit with Posterity, not without a Miracle altogether divine, while he strove one way, and the Winds drove another, at length wafted over with favourable Gales and Wishes, safely arrived in England, and without Resistance, but rather with the general Applause of the Nation, and as it were born upon the Shoulders of the People, came to the Royal City: when afterwards he invited his dearest Consort, than the Companion of his Bed, now of his Kingdom, to partake of the Honour offered him, and the Dignity soon after to be conferred upon him, and the equal share of his Fortune, in the eighty ninth Year of this Age, luckily and auspiciously both Husband and Wife were declared King and Queen, with equal Power and Authority by the common Vote and Suffrage, and unanimous Consent of both Houses.  
What was then the Grief of these People, when not without sighs and Tears, and Sobs interrupted with grief, when a Princess so dearly beloved, set Sail from this Shoar, and left this her so well beloved Country, never to return: What was then the Joy of those People, when she arrived upon the English Coast; when the Citizens of London beheld their Future Queen, what Crowding, what Applauses, what Acclamations, is more easy to be imagined than to be related, or comprehended in Words.  
But when the King was to subdue Ireland; when our Great General was frequently to cross the Seas, in order to withstand the Common Enemy of Europe; with what prudence did she administer the Grand Affairs? how wisely, and advisedly govern the Kingdom, and with what Magnanimity confirm the Minds of the People? Witness that Dismal and Fatal Day, when upon the Tidings of the Navy shattered at Sea, and of the threatened Invasion of the Enemy by Land, like an Armed Minerva, she road through the City, raised the dejected Spirits of the People, restored Life and Courage to all, and mustered herself the Soldiers designed for the Guard of the Coasts. Witness Haure de Grace, and that other Town upon the Coast of France, by the Courage of the English Fleet which her industrious Care set forth, laid in Ruins, and thundered into Ashes. Witness Both Houses of Parliament, that returned Thanks to their Queen upon that occasion, and openly and publicly expressed the sentiments of their Hearts in words at large. So that the English were hardly sensible of the absence of their King; nor nor was there any thing which they wanted, but only the Person of the King.  
Thus for several Years this Royal Heroess held a Divided Empire between her Royal Husband and herself. She ruled England, while William governed Belgium, till toward the end of the preceding Year, she began to sink under the first Assaults of a terrible Disease; which though it slackened at the Beginning, afterwards every Day prevailing more and more, and the fatal hour approaching, after she had bid adieu to Royal Pomp and all Earthly Affairs, she betook herself to pious meditations, placed her only hopes in God alone, and to him commended her soul.  
In the mean time, together with several others of the same Order, the Pious and most Reverend Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr. Tennison, visited her, who observing how dangerously ill she was, and for that Reason, with pious and wholesome Exhortations, putting her in mind in her approaching End, with an undaunted Countenance, she returned him this masculine and truly royal expression, I am not now to prepare for Death; it has been my study all the days of my Life. Then the Archbishop gave her the Memorial of the Divine Body, the Sacrament of our Militia. Which having received, after she had given her last, and never to be repeated Embraces to her most Dear Husband, she composed herself altogether to die, and between the sixth and seventh of January, about midnight, in the Royal Palace of Kensington, piously and placidly expiring, surrendered her chaste soul to God, as became so Devout a Princess.  
Oh Black and Dismal Night! O horrid Day that followed, and blacker than the Night itself! Fallacious Hopes! and Vain Cogitations, even of Kings themselves! The Hero, sooty with the Dust and Smoke of War, and tired with the Labours of a Tedious Campaign, delighted in the Embraces of his Beloved Consort, and thought to have wasted the Winter Hours in her Society. But his Wishes were disappointed: Instead of Joy he meets with Sorrow, Mourning instead of Applause, and finds a Funeral where he thought to have met a Wife. His otherwise Invincible Courage, gives way to Raging Grief; and he who had so often contemned the Bullets and Swords of his Enemies; he who dreaded neither Flames nor Steel, nor Death itself, Languishes, Falls, and Swoons away upon the Death of his Dearest Queen. He remembers himself to be but a King, finds himself a Man, and not unwilling, acknowledges the Excess of his Grief. Miserable man that I am, said he, I have lost the best of Women, and the most pleasing Companion of my Life!  
Nor was that so much the Exposing of Love as of Truth itself: For all that knew her, acknowledge this Queen to have been the best and most Excellent of Women, endued with all Royal and Christian Virtues, and Adorned with all the Graces both of Body and Mind.  
And although these Blessings of the Mind are really solid and sempiternal Blessings, far to be preferred before the Perfections of the Body; yet Virtue shines more Beautifully, and more pleasingly insinuates itself into us from a Graceful and Beautiful Body, after a manner not to be expressed. Which if it be true in private Persons, how much more in Princes, in whom that Excellency and Grace of Body charms and adds to the Allurements of Dignity by unknown and secret Insinuations. For seeing that the most Beautiful Workmanship of God is Man, and the more excellent part of Man is the Mind; how rare a thing and how transcendent is it to carry a beautiful Mind in a beautiful Structure of Body, and to how few Mortals doth that perfection happen? But in the Queen both these Perfections were Eminent. For she had a structure of Body to Admiration; Taller than usual, well shaped, well proportioned, and Majestic. Correspondent to her Body was her Face, becoming Empire and Command. A radiant Beauty overspead her Countenance, and the Concomitants of Beauty, Grace, a Royal Majesty, and a certain severity, tempered with a mild serenity: You might know her to be a Queen by her Aspect. But a much nobler guest Inhabited this Domicil; a mind more Lovely than her Body; from whence, as from a perpetual Fountain, and a certain unexhausted Spring, all other both Royal and Christian Virtues exuberantly Flowed; which how many, how transcendent and Illustrious they were, their Enumeration and Contemplation will make manifest.  
In the first place, How extraordinary was her understanding and her insight into all Affairs? How quick and smart her judgement in discerning? How great her Memory in retaining? With what a Fortitude endowed in undertaking? With what a Resolution to Execute? What an Elevation of mind? On the other side, how Mild, how Gentle, how Clement, how Courteous? How Affable? How Good, and what an inbred and natural Benignity towards all Men? How Prudent and Wise in administering the Affairs of the Kingdom? How severe and just in the determination of Differences? In the Distribution of Punishments and Rewards? How munificent and liberal to the Poor? How singularly modest? How frugal and temperate in the midst of the Temptations of Life, and in the Pleasures of a Court? That hardly ever any private Person less indulged herself, than a Princess advanced to such an Illustrious Station of Honour and Dignity.  
But nothing was more Illustrious in her, nothing more commendable, or more deserving Admiration and Encomium, among so many and so great Virtues, than that primary and above all transcending Virtue, real and sincere Piety, which the wisest of Kings adjudged to be the beginning of all Wisdom. There was nothing which she esteemed more Religiously incumbent upon her, than to serve the Immortal God, and be assiduous in his Worship; to defend, maintain and propagate, with all the Force of her Kingdom, the true Religion purged and purified from Idols and Superstition. Nor was it her Opinion, that piety consisted in the Lips, but in the Heart; not in subtle Disputes, but in good Works; not in the Knowledge but the Observation of Precepts, and in the Cordial Performance of enjoined Duties. Nor was it her choice with the Athenians, rather to know than do that which was right; but with the Ancient Cato, though more truly than he, rather to be good, than to seem so. In the morning she rose with the Sun, and Worshipped the Lord of Heaven and Earth. But when she was sometimes forced to rise at midnight, by reason of the Urgent Affairs of the State, and could not afterwards sleep, she commanded either the Holy Scripture, or some other Pious Book, to be brought her. If any persons came to Visit her in a morning before she had poured forth her Prayers, she sent 'em back with this Expression, That she was first to serve the King of Kings. If any persons were said to seek her Life by Treachery and Conspiracy, her Answer was, That she submitted to the Will of Heaven.  
She was ever present at Public Congregations, especially when the Army was in motion, and some more imminent dangers threatened.  
And when she was there, no person more attentive to the Preacher, no person poured forth more fervent Prayers to God, with a mind, rather than a Countenance Dejected and fixed upon the Earth.  
Then, how benificent, how bountiful, both in the Church, and without it, to the wanting Members of the Church, in all Parts of the Earth? How many thousands did she support at her own Charges, which that same horrid Tempest, and dismal Rage of the Monks, which they call Piety, had driven into these Countries, or into England, Exiles from their Native Country, and deprived of the Liberty of their Consciences, much dearer than their Country? Who, lastly, ever was in real Want, to whose Secure something did not always flow from that abounding Fountain? Four times every year, she sent Letters, Subscribed with her own Hand, with Money to be distributed to the Poor, from whom she never desired the Repayment of Thanks. 'Tis not above three years since, that she sent a vast Sum of Money into Holland for the Relief of the Poor, and to supply the necessities of a bitter Winter, concealing her Name, according to her Custom. Benign and Munificent Princess! Give thou wouldst, but yet conceal thy Name: Hadst thou been now alive, how many poor and indigent, that Perished through the intense Rigour of this last Winter, had been then relieved by thy most Royal Bounty?  
But as she Consecrated her first and chiefest Duties to God, her next she Dedicated to her Husband. How Lovingly did she Accompany him at his Departure? How affectionately did she Embrace him Returning? With how much Kindness and Sweetness did she Compensate the Hardships of War, and continual Travel by him stustained? This last time, unhappy last Time! With what an incredible speed and Fervency, contemning the Injuries of the Wether, did she hasten to meet her dearest Consort, and Congratulate his safe Return? While the King was absent, she alone took care of all the Affairs of the Kingdom: When he was present, she ceased to meddle with any Public Business, but surrendered back the Government of the whole Empire into his Hand; more joyful to resign it, than to take it up. So that never any Mother of a Family could be more obsequious to her Husband, than she was to the King.  
Nor are you to believe, she wasted that Life in idleness. She had business enough to do. She obliged all People by her Favours. She studied to deserve the love of all men: She Cured the Sick; she succoured the Afflicted; and dispersed Relief to all that were in Want, or that Laboured under any Calamity of Body. Of Time, so precious, and the only thing of which we may be laudably allowed to be Covetous, she was most sparing and parsimonious. Many times she set her Royal Hands to Embroider; which she did not think beneath herself, in imitation of the Ancient Queens. When at the same time (give ear great Seneca, who so highly commendest to us Covetousness of Time) she ordered to be read to her some profitable and learned Piece, which treated either of Politics, or History, of Ethics, or of Divinity. She herself also Read very much, whether in the City or the Country, and with honest, yet delightful ease deceived her solitary Hours; so that like the great Scipio Africanus, she was never less at leisure, than when at leisure, never less alone than when alone; and like that other Scipio, Advantageously and Elegantly divided her Intervals of Leisure and Business. An Egregious Act, enough to shame not only Women, not only Youth, but Men of Years and Learning. Nor was it long since (give Ear ye Kings and Princes) that she Erected in her Palace, a Library peculiar to herself; a Precedent but rarely heard of before; and had furnished it, not so much with Gaudy as with useful Books. Thence had she drawn a copious Stock of Learning; deeply Read in History, and no less skilled in Architecture, and Geometry: So that the Situations of all Countries, Regions, Cities and Seaport-Towns were familiar to her.  
And she, who expended so much upon the Worship of God, her Duty to her Husband, upon the People, and upon all in Necessity; how much did she Expend upon herself? She spent all upon her Mind; took little or no care of her Body. When any new fashioned Garment, or costly Ornament was showed her, she rejected 'em as superfluous, and Answered, The Money might be better laid out upon the Poor. Wonderful Princess, endued with so Pious and Modest a Mind! Great Exemplar, fit for Imitation! She bestows upon the Poor, she denies herself, she contemns, so great and Potent a Princess neglects and scorns those Things, which all other private Women so ardently and vehemently covet and desire.  
Which shall I most admire amidst so many, and so great Virtues? Whether that extraordinary Piety towards God, that eat so brightly forth in her tender Years; while never Woman worshipped, loved, and honoured God with a more fervent or purer zeal? Whether that sacred, and Praiseworthy Desire of promoting Religion, upon which she was so singularly intent, that without the Providence of God, and the Care and Vigilance of this our Princess, we should have hardly had any stirring by this? Whether that most ardent Conjugal Love, wherein she far exceeded Cyrus' Panthaa, Mausolius' Artemisia, and Mithridates' Hypsicrataea? Whether that Prudence and Wisdom in Governing, wherein she surpassed not only Women, but many famous Men? Whether her Equity in the Administration of Justice; while Men looked upon her as Superior to Aristides, to Phocian, and deemed her to be Justice herself? Whether that Benign, both Mind and Countenance that equalled her with Socrates, and his Imperial Competitor Antoninus, while her deportment was affable and benevolent to all sorts and degrees of People; fully convinced that nothing could be more Royal than the Saying of that most excellent Prince, and Emperor, most like herself, that it behoved her not to let any Person depart sad from her Presence? Whether that Modesty and Temperance, that Frugality in so great an Exuberancy of Fortune; by means of which she stood impregnable to all the Temptations, and Circaean Sorceries of a Vicious Court, nor could be seduced from the Paths of true Virtue? So that her Court seemed not to be the Mansion of a Queen, but the House of some private Matron, or rather the Temple of Chastity; by which means she made the Bad Good, as is said of Antoninus the Philosopher, the Good Better and like herself? Or whether her Clemency, and good Nature prone to win the goodwill of all People; so that she was no less grieved than they who Petitioned, if it so fell out that she could not grant their Requests; and like that most Magnanimous Prince, thought that day lost wherein she was not kind to some body or other? Or that transcendent Beneficence, her Compassion, and that Motherly Affection of a Munificent Princess to the Sick and Poor, whose charitable Deeds, like those of the Roman Centurion may be thought to have ascended up into Heaven? Or lastly, that extraordinary, and more than Masculine Magnanimity and Constancy, as well through the whole Course of her Life, as at her Death? Who among the poorest, and most miserable ever with more easiness resigned this mortal Life, so obnoxious to a Thousand Calamities, than She, in the midst of Regal Pomp, and plenty with a Royal, and truly Heroic Mind, contemned and surrendered all the Pleasures of Life, and Regal Dignity, and hastened to the Supreme King of Heaven and Earth, by whom she had been only sent us hitherto? How many proofs did she manifest of a Mind undaunted, joyful, and desirous to leave this Life? How many clear and evident Demonstrations did she give of her Love to God? How comfortably did she address herself to the King and the rest of the standers by? How well assured of Eternal Life and Immortality did she bid farewell to this Life, and all Terrestrial Felicities, and transmigrate to that same only Fountain, and perpetual Spring of all Beatitude? So that her Life and Death was a most perfect and consummate Exemplar of Virtue and Piety: Nor did Nature ever produce any thing more excellent than she, who in all her Life never did, never said or thought any thing but what was Praiseworthy; so that what was said of Scipio Aemilianus may be more truly recorded of our Princess, whose Virtues were so many, so great, and of that moment every one, that no Man ever durst presume so much as tacitly to beg of the Immortal God, as this our Queen obtained from the most indulgent Dispenser of all Good.  
And because the mind of Man is better discerned by his Death than by his Life; for Man is apt in his Life time to conceal and dissemble his Affections; but at his Death the Mask being removed, he appears what he is; what was more noble or signal than the Death of this Queen? What more becoming a Wise Man and a Christian than that saying of hers, This is not the first time that I prepared myself for Death. Great Sentence! most worthy a Philosopher and a Pious Man! What more does Philosophy teach us, what more the Christian Religion! For if Philosophy be meditation upon Death, as rightly of old the Platonics observed; if we must be always learning to die, according to the Stoys, may not she be said to have lived a Philosophical Life, and the likest to Socrates himself, who during the whole course of her Life, was always meditating upon Death? Socrates is every where lovely, every where appears a Virtuous and Holy Man, but no where more lovely or greater, than at his Exit, and at his death which he so generously sought, by which he immortalised his Virtue and Integrity, and confirmed what he had all along taught, not by Words but Deeds, and his Voluntary Exit out of this Life. How much a more signal and Laudable Testimony of her Virtue and Sanctity, than that Philosopher, did our Queen give to the World by her death, so Heroic, and to be imitated by all Christians? Who forsook not a private, not a miserable, but a Royal Life, abounding in all delights, without the least repining; who so departed this Life as from a Banquet; efcaped from the Court as out of a Prison; who more assured of the immortality of her Soul, and the hopes of a better Life, with a greater Resolution, did not inflict a spontaneous Death upon herself, but expected a decreed Stroke from the Hand of the Supreme Lord of all things▪ who forbids us to quit our Stations uncommanded by himself; and beheld the common Enemy of Mankind, the most terrible of all most terrible things, with a Mind altogether undaunted, and a Countenance nothing terrified. No wonder she had learned to die, it had been her only Study. She understood the Frailty of Life, like Glass, the brighter the more brittle. She knew that we died every day; that the beginning of Life was the beginning of Death; that there was nothing firm and Stable here; that we are promised another Life, constant, solid and and permanent; that Death is but the Passage to it; that no Man can die well, but he that lived well; that no Man lives well but he that has Death always before his Eyes, and has learned to die well. Our Princess filled with these Cogitations, scorned and repudiated all the conveniences and blandishments of Life, Honours and Dignities, Sceptres and Diadems, and whatever Men deem Fortunate; and with a great and Royal Mind while she lived, contemned Life, and Death when she died: and by so doing, nobly and gloriously triumphed over both.  
Renowned Woman of a Masculine, and Courageous Spirit, victorious over Death itself! By what name shall I call thee? Whether Parent of thy Country, formerly the Surname ascribed to Livia, but more truly to be given to thee? Whether August, which was attributed to the Roman Empresses, but due to thy Merit, than which nothing was more Sacred, nothing more August? Or the best of Princesses, which was first allowed to Scipio Masica, afterwards to Trajan, by decree of the Senate: An Epithet, that must never be renewed again, now thou art gone, nor will return to Earth without the Remembrance of thy Virtues? Or the Defendress of the Faith, a Title more truly appropriated to Thee, than to Him, to whom it was first indulged? Most Holy and Religious Princess, before whom no Woman is to be preferred!  
Let sacred and profane Histories recommend to us the Fortitude of Deborah, the Charity of Dorcas; the Prudence of Semiramis, and her Knowledge how to Govern; the Courageous Soul of Zenobia, and her fervent Love of Learn-the incredible Endowments both of Body and Mind in Aspasia, and her singular Modesty; the Piety of Placilla, and her assiduous care of the Needy and Sick; let the British Annals extol their Maud, their Philippe, their Elizabeth, and their transcending Virtues; neither Antiquity, nor this our modern Age can boast of any thing that is to be compared with this our far surpassing Queen, worthy of far greater Encomiums. What singly they possessed, this had accumulatively crowded in one Person, as being a Compendium of all those Virtues.  
For my part, when I revolve all these things in my Mind, and diligently weigh the particular Virtues of this single Woman, I am plainly and evidently convinced that never any thing was produced in this world more excellent than this Princess, nor that ever any greater Blessing happened to Mortals. For if that saying of Plato be true, as 'tis most certain, that Cities than will have an end of all their miseries, when great Power and Prudence, by a certain divine State, meet with mutual Embraces with Equity and Justice; if the World shall then be happy, as the same Author asserts, when either Kings are wise, or wise Men Reign, how happy and fortunate would have been our Republic, and the People and Nations committed to her care, who with so much prudence and wisdom governed her Kingdom; who with so much Justice and Equity tempered her Power; who in that high Station of her Fortune never did harm to any Man, when she had so much Power to injure; whose Humility contended with her majesty, whose Clemency with her Severity, and whose Goodness with her supreme Authority; who thought herself so much Greater, by how much she was better than others, as Agesilaus said of Artaxerxes; who splendidly and wisely governed Cities and People, than which Knowledge how to Reign well, Dioclesian from his own Experience was wont to affirm, that there was not any Art or Science more difficult to be learned? And if Fabius Maximus were styled of old the Buckler of the Empire, Marcellus the Sword, do we not behold the true and genuine Effigies of our King and Queen in these two illustrious Captains; of which he, like Marcellus defends us with his Sword; she like Fabius protected us with her Buckler, and holding in the one hand her Spear, her Shield in the other, now represented to our Eyes the Armed Pallas, then again the gentle and Pacifick Minerva, as well the Goddess of Prudence as of War.  
Lastly, if man were made after the Image of God; if Kings are ordained of God; if the most conspicuous virtues of the supreme Deity are his Immense Goodness and Power, how evidently did our August Queen represent the Image of God both in her words and deeds? How piously did she perform her Vicegerency? How nearly imitate his Virtues? Who greatest in power, best in Goodness justly deserved to be called the Best and Greatest of Princesses, by a holy Appellation, and common to her with God himself? For he is Optimus Maximus, the Greatest Best, but first he is called the Best, and then the Greatest. By which what other did Antiquity signify to us, but that this was the chief Character proper to God, and that he had no Attribute more excellent than his Goodness? This chief and primary Virtue of the supreme Deity who among Mortals more truly ever imitated than our Queen? Who as she had received supremacy of Power from God, so likewise a Will propensely inclined to deserve well of all Men; who distributed the Gifts conferred upon her from Heaven, for the common Good, and Benefit of All; who showed herself not only a munificent Queen, but a certain Divinity visible upon Earth, and conspicuous to our Eyes; so that the People committed to her Care might know and be sensible that they lived under MARY, the most Pious and upright, that is to say, the Best, and surpassing all the best in her Kind.  
Such a Princess therefore, so excellent, and so far as Virtue can be understood, so admirable and Transcending we have lost; who by sweetness of Manners, and by her singular Clemency and Beneficence had won the Love of all people. The English loved her, the Hollanders loved her, and as she so loved both Nations, that it was hard to discover which the best, so the people of both Nations reverenced her with an equal Affection; only the strife between 'em was, who loved her most Fervently. Nor had she only engaged the English; the Hollanders and other Nations subjected to her Empire, but among Foreigners and Strangers, she had also won the favour and goodwill of all People; all Men extolled that Woman whom no man ever spoke ill of, unless he were at the same time the professed Enemy of all Virtue.  
But as she was then the Love of all Nations, the delight of both People; so is she now the Subject of their Lamentation. She is now become the public and common grief of all Men. However there is that Consolation still remaining among us, which if it cannot absolutely assuage, yet well may serve to alleviate and mitigate our Sorrow. We have a King still living, strong and healthy, who being safe, we may believe that God has not altogether cast us from our Protection. We have Peers, and the Nobility and Gentry of the Kingdom, who with all the King's Forces, all his warlike preparations, both at home and abroad, both by Land and Sea, will carry on the War. We have our own Republic, strong, flourishing, potent, and equally sustaining the burdens of the War. We have our powerful Allies and Friends, Caesar, the Spaniards, the Germans, joined together with us in the same League and Confederacy of War. But above all things we have the Supreme God of Heaven and Earth, propitious and favourable to the Religious Cause of his People; through whose assistance we promise better things for the future, and a prosperous Issue of this War. But onr Mourning exceeds all Consolation, nor will our grief for the death of our best Princess endure that any Restraint should be put upon it; a Princess, whom Nations at length begin to value, now that they have lost her. She is now translated to a better place, and freed from the fetters of this mortal and perishing Body, has exchanged for an immortal, this frail Life, a Terrestrial for a Celestial Kingdom, and all her Royal Splendour upon Earth for a far brighter Glory; where with Holy Choir of the Blessed, and her Illustrious Ancestors she possesses the Fruition of never ceasing Gladness, and sempiternal Joy, leaving only to us Tears and Lamentation, a long lasting Sorrow, and as a grateful, so a sad and mournful Remembrance of her. The King bewails the best of Wives; the English the best of Queens; the Hollanders the best of Princesses; the Republic a protectress; the Church a Defendress; Widows and Orphans a Fostermother, the miserable, the needy, and the sick a true support, and all a Mother and a Parent. Most certainly we have lost a Mother and a Parent, our Mother and Parent; who as she had by many Merits and Benefits engaged the Kingdom of England, and our Republic, with the true Worship of God, the Reformed Religion purged from Roman Contamination, all honest and laudable Arts and Sciences, so would she have heaped upon 'em greater Obligations, greater Benefits, had the supreme Arbiter of all things vouchsafed her ease, Peace, and a longer Life. Now we have lost the Harvest of the present time, and the hopes of the future: Now we are sensible of a double loss; now we bewail, deplore, lament the Best and most Excellent of Princesses, snatched from us by a Death untimely and fatal to us all. And though it become us not to disturb her Celestial Joys with our importunate and troublesome means, since our Tears can never recall her, however who will not be so indulgent to our Humane Weakness, as to pardon us the Mourners at so Calamitous a Funeral? Who in the midst of general Sorrow and Lamentation can refrain from public Tears? These are the last Offices which are due to her; and this day appointed for Universal Mourning. But the rest must be reserved till another time, as being dedicated to the Muses, who must then be the Close Mourners.  
DIXI.   

EPITAPHIUM Augustissimae heroinae MARIAE II. magnae Brittanniae, Galliae, & Hiberniae, Reginae.  
ANglorum Mater, Batavum spes, Gloria Sexus, Prudens, aequa, Sagax, pulchra, Benigna, gravis, Conjugis, & Populi lachrymis in marmora versis, Hic tegitur, generis magna Stuarta decus.  
B. D. MANDEVILLE. Med. Doct.   

A Funeral Oration Pronounced upon the DEATH OF THE Most Serene and Potent PRINCESS, Marry Stuart, QUEEN of Great Britain, France and Ireland.  
By JOHN ORTWINIUS.  
Spoken the 2d of March, 1694-95.  
From the Latin Original Printed at Delft.  
LONDON: Printed for john Dunton, at the Raven in Jewen-street: And are also to be Sold by Edm. Richardson, in the Upper Court in Scalding-Alley, near the Poultry-Church, 1695.   

TO THE Most Potent, Most Invincible, and Most Sorrowful WILLIAM, KING of Great Britain, France and Ireland.  
AS ALSO To the Most Noble, and Right Worshipful the Magistrates of Delft, Sharers in the Royal Mourning, This Funeral Oration, pronounced upon the Decease of the Most Serene QUEEN MARIE STVART, Consecrates and Dedicates  
Your Sacred Majesty's, and Your Lordship's most Devoted, JOHN ORTWINIUS.   

A Funeral Oration UPON THE Death of the QUEEN.  


Illustrious Praetor:  
Most Noble, most Worthy and Grave Consuls, Consulars, Judges, Senators, and you that are Assistant to their Councils and Acts:  
Most Reverend Preachers of the Word of God:  
Most Learned Doctors in all the Sciences,  
Most Honoured Collegiates,  
And you the most Select Surrounding Crowd of my Disciples,    
WHere e'er I look about me, 'tis not the bare Apparition of Sadness, and Forlorn Disconsolation that strikes my Eyes. For Two Months together, the greatest part of the Northern World has lain covered with Snow, and hardened with Extremity of Cold; and Navigable Rivers have stopped their Course, condensed and congealed by sharp contracting Frosts, while we could hardly warm ourselves, nor defend our Bodies from the Rigour of the Season, though profusly furnished with comfortable Fires. Nor could we silently brook, nor dissemble our Regret for being deprived the Fruit of Commerce and Pleasure, and for being seated in such a desert Solitude. But when we consider the approaching Change, when it would soon come to pass, that the Ploughed Fields, Fettered in Chains of Ice, would be set free by the warm Western Gales, that the Frozen Moisture in all the Hoary Mountains, Roads and Streets, would soon melt away, dissolved by the Sun's ascending Heat, and that the Rivers, their Ponderous Weight removed, would hasten with an unbridled Torrent to the Sea, and reinforce our Trade, abounding and Wealthy in all sorts of Merchandise, which the perverseness of the Season had obstructed; that the concealed Seed, the Husbandman's Expectation, would soon rise up above the Earth; that the Birds would cheer the Tepid Air with their Harmonious Notes; and that the Flocks and Herds would soon be sporting and wantoning in our Delightful Meadows, this readily induces us to take in good part this Spectacle of Complaint and Horror, without Lamentation or Tears. The Reason is, because the Severity of the hard Season is allayed by a certain Expectation of an approaching time when all things will revive and flourish. But when I behold the most Illustrious Orders, the Fathers of their Country, Personages in High Stations, and Exercising the Sovereign Function of the Commonwealth, clouded in Sable Mourning, and Ponder in my Thoughts the Occasion of that same Doleful Habit, I perceive ourselves subjected to a much profounder Grief, scarce capable of Consolation, which no Circumvalation of Years can repair, and which all good Men, the Exact Adorers of Truth and Justice can hardly brook with Patience. There is not any one among ye, Most Noble Auditors, who has not heard me speak of the Late Untimely Death of a Queen, who neither had, nor will have her Equal, or her Second upon Earth. So that when I had fully resolved, these Brumal Holydays, to atone the Muses, and Sincerely to have reconciled myself to their Favour, at other times distracted with my public and private Schools, the Public Sorrow interrupted me; but more especially my City of Delft, which, no unprofitable Citizen, I study with all Veneration, to serve, whispered me in the Ear, and thus seemed to Expostulate with me. What! when the greatest part of the Cities of Germany have laid so deep to heart the Loss of the Queen, and that their Temples, and their private Houses resounded with numerous Orations and Epicediums, both in Prose and Verse; must I, the Metropolis, once Conspicuous for the Nassovian and Orangian Princes, and still entrusted with their Sacred Mausoleums, with a Religious Silence only celebrate the Obsequies of this most Serene Queen? Heaven defend it. And though I am not capable to enumerate all the Virtues of this August Exemplar of Womankind, yet I shall presume to draw 'em in Minature, though with a Rude and far from Magisterial Pencil, and pronounced not from my own but from the Lips of all men that live in this, or in the other Hemisphere; and who are equal sufferers by this deadly Wound.  
In Obedience therefore to my most Honoured and Beloved City, demanding only what is Just and Equitable, I have undertaken the performance of this mournful duty; afraid however, so disconsolate and cast down with Sorrow, as I am, lest my Sobs should interrupt my Words, and obstruct the passage of my Speech. Which if it should come to pass, I beg and beseech ye, most Learned Auditors, to pardon my Just Tears, while I am performing the last unpleasing duties to the Manes of an incomparable Queen.  
Whoever will give his mind to peruse the Annals of a Noble People, shall find therein the Famous Actions, Renowned Enterprises, Laurels, Palms, together with other Grandeurs intermixed, and publicly now commemorated. To this purpose the Historian assembled all his cares and cogitations, that he might consecrate those Eternal Monuments of the mind, which no Antiquity could ever deface, and leave behind him not an Effigies of Breathing Brass, but of Virtue, set forth and polished by the most sublime Wirs. We find it also Recorded, that this Propagation of Honour, from whence Antiquity would have succeeding Ages take Example, was transmitted to the Female Sex, in the six hundred sixty third year from the building of Rome, neither has Nature so straightened and contracted her Praises, as out of envy to malign the Women, and shower her Favours on the Men. Julius Caesar made a Funeral Oration upon his Aunt Julia in the Public Hall of Justice, wherein by the Mother's side he derives her descent from a long Series of Kings, and by the Father's side deduces her Lineage from the Immortal Gods. Following the Footsteps of this most Elegant of Orators, for that Title Tully gives him, though with unequal Paces, I thought I could not take a better Method, then to wove my Oration upon the same Loom, beginning from the Nativity of the most blessed Queen, with a purpose afterwards to expatiate into a Portico full of Images. Happy Age that produced such a Princess,— Happy the Parents of such Daughter, the most absolute Examplar of all Virtues, even by the Confession of those that burst with Envy. Let the Sons of Romulus please themselves with those, who by an intermixture of Progeny have wrested their Country from the Galls, and derived to themselves a singular Commendation from that Elegy; but all these things signify nothing to our MARIE, who alone was endued with so many ornaments of Pious Manners, so many, and so illustrious Ensigns of true Glory, as have eclipsed the fame of all the most Celebrated Matrons in the World. 'Tis enough then that our Immortal Queen Mary derived her descent from a long Race of Royal Blood, and that her Ancestors sat enthroned for Many Ages; 'twould be a mean Begging of the Question to repeat her Pedigree.  
She was born in the Month of May, 1662. She grew up in the Bosom of her Parents, educated in a Court flowing with those Pleasures that usually charm the Fancies of Children that have little restaint upon 'em, and seduce 'em from their innate Goodness. But she, postponing all those gay delights with which tender Age, fit for any Impression, is fed, detested all those Syreus of Voluptuousness, whose Charms enticed to Sloth and Luxury, the two Destructions and Shipwrecks both of Body and Soul. Intent upon the painful Arts that first Minerva taught, she made it her only Business to outdo Penelape with her Needle, dedicating her time wholly to Embroidery and the Curiosities of Needlework, which are still to be seen, the Monuments of her Industry.  
Alexander thus formerly sold to Sisigambes, the Mother of Darius, a Garment, the Elaborate Work and Gift of his own Sisters. The Coverlets and Carpets of the deceased Princess, wrought with Babylonian Art, are daily to be beheld with Wonder. All this while, how zealous she was for the true Worship of the True God, apparent to the Eyes of all Men, plainly demonstrated. For when her Uncle Charles TWO: (whose care for his Brother's Daughter is not to be passed over in Silence) appointed her a Tutor to lay the first Foundations in her of the most corrected and sincere Religion, they were so deeply fixed in her Breast, that afterwards no Menaces, no threatened dangers, no promises of Golden Mountains, no Temptations of Pleasure could undermine her. In this same Station of Laudable Exercises, and Eximious Piety for sixteen Years together, She was at length looked upon by William, at that time Prince of Orange, the most prudent and valiant Commander and Admiral of the Belgian Army, and Statholder of the Commonwealth, as the only Person worthy for him to demand in Marriage, and He adjudged the only Person fit to be joined with Her in Conjugal Affection. For if Vettue becomes more acceptable in an amiable Shrine, there were in Mary those Accomplishments of Beauty, that might well enforce and inflame Prince William's Ardour. The Rays of Lively Youth, a cheerful Decorum in her Eyes, the Gaiety of her dishreveled Tresses, and besides the Ornamental Artifices of her Dressers, her Lovely Stature recommended the Princess Mary to her Lover. Content with a slight, but decent Dress, she abhorred that wanton diligence which they only instance of, who carry their Beauty in their Cabinets, and have nothing but Jemms and Jewels to set 'em off; measuring Maiden Accoutrement by the true Estimate of Chastity, Modesty, Constancy and Fidelity, and believing she stood in need of no other Cerusses to render her acceptable, The Contract therefore was signed, and I may say most happily for us, upon the 18th day of December, 1677. A day so much the more to be celebrated, for that upon the same day Prince William entered into the twenty seventh year of his Age. This Family League confirmed in her Native Country; this near relation of Blood, and the Nuptial Bed, this Unity of sacred Worship renewed our hopes of establishing for the future the Amity and Friendship with the English, our Neighbours, before so often violated and broken, nor did they fail your Expectation; 'tis incredible how the Face of Affairs immediately altered. For the next Year the French King surrounded with the Strength of a most Flourishing Kingdom, pretended to caress the Laws of Peace, and earnestly of his own accord sued for an Accommodation. Others who thought it their wisest way, there to bend their Forces where Fortune turned the Scales, suspecting and envying this same riveted Bond of Conjugal Affection, refolved to provide for their own safety, and to unite their dubious Interests with Ours.  
When this same most serene couple, than which there never could be yet imagined a Royal Pair so closely knit in coningal Affection, as the most sorrowful King, in his Letters to the most Illustrious States, wherein he signifies the unexpected and never too much deplored Decease of his Incomparable Queen, apparently discovers, had enjoyed all the variety of delight, and Princely Pastimes that London could afford, in Company with their Father, their Uncle, and the Princes of Britain, he began to think of returning back to our Horizon, and re-adorning with his own, and presence of his Royal Consort, his Principal Abode and Glory of our State the Hague. With what a profuseness of Love and Admiration, with what exquisite Testimonies of Veneratiou and Honour the two Princes were received and welcomed home, upon their arrival ashore, would be needless for Me, most Learned Auditors, to set forth in multitude of Expressions, since all who are now alive, either beheld it with their Eyes, or heard it by unfeigned Relation. And it would take up too much time to collect together the continued Series of those Things which the Princess Marie, indefatigable in doing good, and sought to by her native Countrymen, to gratify their Petitions performed in order to the composing the Affair of Britain, the Restoration of Tottering Religion, and depressed Liberty. It behoves us therefore to trace the chiefest Footsteps of the Virtues of our Princess, but not to speak so much as may deservedly be spoken of 'em, but such Things only as without a heinous offence cannot be omitted by me, nor can suit with any other but the Queen.  
As to her Piety, which the most Excellent of Orators rightly calls the Foundation of all Virtues, she had such a true, and real Veneration for it, that she believed there was no degree of Majesty whatever, no Power of Princes which were not obliged to submit their Puissance to it. She was fully confirmed from her Infancy, that Piety neglected by Princes and Governors of States was an ill Omen of apparent Destruction; and that they themselves were convinced of the necessity of it, who, tho' they lived altogether in Contempt of it, nevertherless (the worst sort of Mimicry) feigned to have a Love for it, and so would seem to be Pious, not really to be so. But if the Sun infects with Blackness those who are continually scalded with his Beams; if a Head that is said and sound, imparts Motion, Strength, and Vigour to the Members. In like manner Domestic Servants and Subjects derive their Dye and Colour from the Life and Conversation of the Princess, and their Sanctity and Integrity from the Prince, who is the Head of the Commonweal. Antiquity has recorded, that Midas being initiated into sacred Rights by Orpheus, filled all Phrygia with Religion, which rendered the Country much more durably safe, than the strength of her Arms. Therefore the most Serene Princess consecrated certain fixed Hours to Divine Worship, which she either spent in Prayer, or else in reading Books of good and solid Divinity. Sublime Example! fit to be transmitted by Encomiums, Eulogies, Orations, Writings and Monuments to all Posterity, and to be erected to the Eternal Infamy of Slothful and Irreligious Matrons! When those more solemn Duties of Religion were over, she never gave her Mind to the frivolous stories of Amadis, and impertinent Fictions of Amad. but attentively studied the Volumes of those Authors by which she might improve her Knowledge and her Prudence. And lest, most learned Auditors, any one should think this short Oration composed at the obsequious Instigations of specious and pleasingly delusive Flattery, I shall relate not what I gathered from the common report of Fame, but from the Lips of a most worthy Person, and my Friend, who being admitted in the Morning to kiss her Hands, found before her Cambden's Annals of Queen Elizabeth, and Doctor Burnet's History of the Reformation. But Piety is never to be accounted solidly accomplished unless accompanied with Liberality; otherwise it would be Piety only in words, and not in deeds, as she herself upon the approach of her Expiring Minutes discoursed of a Godly and Virtuous Life. You People of France, who abandoning your Native Soil, because you would not suffer Violence upon your Consciences, nor listen to the adulterate Charms of Bards, and Druids. You People of France, I say, deprived of all supports of Life, fled to this most Clement Princess, as to the Altar of some Sanctuary, or some present Female Deity. What time the Princess struck with Compassion, pleaded your unfortunate Cause before the Fathers of the Country, she sweetly solicited the wealthy Treasures of many to pity your Condition: Solicited do I say! Nay more, she sent 'em away relieved and succoured with her own Royal Revenues. That others also were no less Sharers in her Princely Munificence, the Money which she ordered to be solded and sealed up in Papers, and distributed without Vainglory, and with an unwearied Charity to the Indigent, sufficiently manifested. Believing it more Generous, and more Praiseworthy by this means to oblige her Debtors, which were many, see that for two or three Years together she ordered to be expended; and divided considerable Sums of Money to those, who in the Cities of Holland were not able to provide against the extremities of the Season, and the injuries of the Wether. That she was affable and courteous, by which she acquired the Respect and Love of all Persons, is undeniably acknowledged on every Hand. For what was more usually observed in this Princess? She never stayed for the most convenient times of Address, and the fittest times to be spoken with, but meeting the Desires of those that made their Suits and Petitions to her, received 'em with a Serene Countenance; Saving the Veneration that was due to her, believing that Affability and Gravity might reside together in one Mansion, she resaluted those that bowed to her; offered what not desired; rightly deeming, that no Person was to return dissatisfied and Pensive from the Presence of a Prince; which was the saying of that Emperor who was called the Love and Delight of Mankind. Now than if we but duly consider those Virtues, most Learned Auditors, what Man so Iron-tongued, and Leaden-hearted, who can blame all sorts of Persons, whether of high or low degree, for being perplexed and troubled at the departure of a Princess so Pious, so munificent? But unavoidable Necessity demanded, and commandingly required, that she must begin and follow her beloved Husband, the most renowned of Generals, then busily engaged to deliver the Necks of the English from being trampled on by Superstition, and illegal Slavery. But when the most Serene Princess called to mind the remembrance of her Subjects, by whom she was most entirely and dearly reverenced, and esteemed; when she thought of that Palace of Loo, where she oft went to alleviate and divert the Cares of her Mind, from having a full Prospect of the Woods, and spacious Fields of Velau, she beheld her Husband in pursuit of the wild Beasts, with a full Cry; when she revolved in her Mind how terrible a thing it was for a Kingdom to be without a Head and Chieftain, contented with her Lot, and sore against her Will, she was torn away by Force from her Belgian Delights. The public Cause was in Dispute, and that overcame her Charity toward her Subjects, her Country Pleasures, her Moderation, her equity of Mind, nay, even the Considerations which she had for her Father himself, whom she never went about to impugn, nor ever desired his being ejected, but enforced only to Consent that a Parliament might be duly Summoned, and that what had been altered, shaken, or broken, might be restored to their former State, that is to say, according the Laws and most ancient Constitutions of the Kingdom, which he had sworn to observe, and that above all things care might be taken that Religion and Liberty might receive no harm. Reluctant therefore, and as it were by Constraint (for according to the Socratic Paradox, a Wise Man does nothing unwillingly, nothing for which he is sorry, nothing by Compulsion) departing from us upon the twelfth of March, in the Year 1689, with a fair Wind she arrived in England, which was now without a Governor, and where the Army was without a Leader. But lest any External Force, while the Minds of the People were variously distracted and provoked; as Rumour spread abroad, the Nobility and Gentry of the Kingdom resolved to resign the Care of the Kingdom, and Administration of the Government to the two Princes; and upon the seventh of the Calendar of March, in the year beforementioned, the same day, as some aver, that put an end to the Reign of Tarquin the proud, declared William and Mary King and Queen of England, France, and Ireland, and upon the third of the Ides of April, what day they obtained the Royal Crown and Sceptre, King and Queen of Scotland also. From that time forward they held the two Kingdoms with equal Auspexes, and concording Minds, yet so that by reason of the Wars, which the French King, grasping in his boundless hopes the Dominion of all Europe, have every where inflamed, was forced to cross the Seas, and remain abroad for some time. Therefore during the absence of the King, the Empire of the Kingdom, so great was her Genius, was committed to her Care, which she managed with so much prudence and fortitude, that she repelled from the Coasts of the Kingdom an Insulting Enemy, menacing to Land; and suppressed and extinguished Conspiracies entered into by a new sort of Catilines. She mustered the Land Armies, and viewed the Fleets, and took care that nothing should be wanting in either that might be useful either to stop or invade the Enemy, or relieve, and assist her own. For this Tranquillity of the Times, for this same singular Providence, and Virtue, did she not more truly than any Princess before her, deserve the Appellations of Augnst, of Parent of her Country, of Best Mother, and Mother of the Martial Camps? This every year she laboured to see accomplished, to the end the King might recross the Seas in his Military Ornaments, the Key of the Kingdom being delivered to the Queen, till towards the end of last Autumn; after an Expedition ended upon the Borders of France, he hastened to the Embraces of his Royal Consort, and to provide for those things which were to be consulted in Parliament for the raising of Money towards the supplies of the Armies and Fleets. The King took Shipping, put to Sea, and with a prosperous Wind arrived in England, where he had no sooner set his Foot ashore, but the loud acclamations of the People were heard in all quarters of the British Dominions, Long flourish Great Britain, long live our Country, long live King William. And not long after her Majesty meeting the King, all along upon the Road these lucky Omens, and transcending Applauses filled the Sky. Under the Protection of our King and Queen we live; under their Protection we Navigate and Trade; under their Protection we enjay our Fortunes and our Liberties. Then most August Monarch, should any one from among those vast congratulating, and triumphing Multitudes have showed himself, and presaged that those rejoicings were but the Forerunners of Grief, and would be soon defiled by some signal Calamity impending on the Royal Family, would he not have been deservedly looked upon as some impertinent Enthusiastic? So ignorant are human Minds of future Chance and Fate. Such Sacrifices and Atonements as these the Omnipotent has prescribed to vaunting Mortals, and ordained it as a Law, that the greatest Inconstancy should rule their Affairs, the Prosperity of which no Man could ever so assuredly promise himself, as to depend upon a Fortunate Course of his Life without some intermixture of Adversity. Thus it fell out, that when the toilsome Labours of the Camp had recalled the King to Rest, and Pastime, a mournful Calamity shook and oppressed his generous Soul, still wakeful over the safety of his Kingdoms, where all succeeded according to his Mind, and no less vigilant for the Common Good of the Belgians, who conceived in their Minds a lucky Omen of succeess from the more early than usual, tho' ardently wished for return of their renowned General. For upon the third of January 1694-95. The Queen was seized with a slight shivering, but which threatened nothing of danger to her Life, the Physicians giving hope of Relief and Cure, believing this Royal Fortress might be defended by their Hands. But upon the sixth of January the Fever gathering Strength, and reinforcing its Virulency, and the small-Pox, a Contagion generally incident to Youth, appearing, but not kindly coming forth, tho' all help and remedies were applied that human Experience has invented against the violence of that distemper, it was in vain at length for all the Art of Physic to contend; for the Disease immediately seized upon the Queen with such a pernicious force as vanquished all the aid of Man. All the while the King refused to stir from the Languishing Queen's Bedside, assiduous to serve her, and careless of the Infection that many times accompanies that Malady; and being often requested to spare his Royal Person, and not to inflict another Wound upon suffering Europe, made Answer, That when he Married the Queen, he Convenanted to be the Companion not only of her Prosperity, but of whatever Fortune befell her, and that he would, with the hazard of his Life receive from her Lips her last expiring Gasps.  
Felice's ter, & amplius  
Quos Irrupta tenet Copula, nec Malis  
Divulsus querimoniis  
Suprema citius solvet Amor Dic.  
All hope of Recovery now was fled away, and the most Reverend Father in God, the Archbishop of Canterbury being admitted into the Room in order to perform the last Duties of his Function, told her Majesty, that the fatal hour was at hand, that the Forces of her Body being weakened, and broken, Death was making his Approaches, and therefore she had nothing more to do, but to submit herself to the Pleasure of the Almighty. Such a harsh and disconsolate Message would have struck another Person, tho' long exercised and hardened in Stoical Indolency, with Horror and Trembling. But what said the Queen to this? Full of Faith and Constancy, she received the tidings with a cheerful and undaunted Countenance, saying withal, That she did no way seek to shun the the stroke of Death, but was ready prepared for the Dark Mansion of the Grave, for that she had always so led her Life, that whenever Death gave her his last Summons, she should be a gainer by it. Having thns spoken without the least emotion of Mind, she received the certain Pledges of Divine Peace, and ineffable Consolation to allay the Thirst and Hunger of her Soul, delivered her by the Most Reverend Father, at the same time with most ardent Wishes, and pious Ejaculations, calling upon her Redeemer nailed to the Cross.  
This last and most mournful Act remained, and then the King oppressed, and bowing under the Burden of his own Sorrows, ere death had quite benumbed her trembling Arteries, and the warm Vapour of Breath lay panting in her sacred Breast, bid her Eternally farewell. Which last demonstrations, and evident signs of the most tender motions of the Soul were performed with that Sincerity of a Cordial Passion, that you may readily, most Learned Auditors, conjecture the Anguish of such a doleful Parting, though my Oration, my bow being enfeebled with Sadness, cannot reach the perfect Description. At length— my words stick fast upon my Tongue— At length— I say, upon the seventh day of the Ides of January, about twelve a Clock at Noon, the Blessed Queen resigned her pure Soul to God with a most placid Exit, not having fully accomplished the thirty third year of her Age, and consequently in the flower of her Years: This was the End of a Queen, in whom not only Piety, Benignity, and Humanity, but all Virtues seem to be eclipsed. Oh cruel Fate! Oh untimely Death! Timely I should have said, my Account failed me. For if we measure the Course of the Queen's Life, circumscribed by Years, at first sight it appears to be very much straightened, and very short. But if we look farther, we shall find it to be a long, and immense Race of Glory. One day of a Wise Man, says Possidonius, is more extensive than the whole Age of an ignorant Person. That same Alexander, whose Achievements acquired him the name of Great; Germanicus Caesar, endued with as many Graces of Body and Mind as I remember any Man to have been, both died at the same Age, and if we may presume to compare small with great things, he whose Garment and Thigh has these Words inscribed upon 'em, Rex Regum, prolonged his days no farther: In this account we find it often fall out quite contrary to the Opinion of Diogenes, maintaining by way of Dispute, that they who make it their Business, during the whole Course of their Lives, to be beneficial to Mankind, and to seek renown by Laudable Atcheiuments, and profitable Sciences, aught to live longer than they who waste their leisure in sloth and Idleness.  
The King, when the first word os her final departure, swooned more than once away; and that some undaunted Hero, Fearless of all Dangers, who never was wont to fly before a tenfold Number of Enemies, who never gave way to the ensnaring Ambuseadoes and Thefts of War, who always stood immovable in the middle of Showers of Bombs, Granades, and Bullets, sunk under the weight of one single Sorrow. But he is easily to be pardoned. For he wants the Queen, the sweet half of his Soul, whom he was wont to lay in his Bosom, whom he loved more tenderly than his Eyes, whom he was wont to make the partaker of his Cares, and whom he always made the Companion of his Joys. The Palace of Whitehall resounded with the Sobs and Sighs of those wailed her Decease, but the Public Lamentation not to be confined within those narrow Walls, o'erwhelmed the whole City of London, and struck with Consternation the Hearts of all Men, Peers, and Common People, young and old, Matrons and Virgins, so deeply did the sense of the Misfortune penetrate all Ages. The unspeakable cruelty of Death was bemoaned, the spacious Age of Time upbraided and accused, the General Misfortune bewailed, and a universal disguise of Sorrow, disfigured the Countenances of both Sexes.  
This fatal News from England reached our Coasts; to which at first, because we always slowly believe those Rumours which are unwelcome to us, we gave but little credit. Presently all People were in a hurry, one runs one way, another another, and what is this sad News they cry, whence comes it, who reports it? But being at length assured by frequent Confirmations, presently all Men of Worth and Prudence, who made a just Estimate of the loss which the Public sustained by the Death of the Queen, were seized with more than ordinary Grief, which failed not to diffuse itself into universal Mourning and Lamentation. And now you People of England, who retain the acknowledgement of those Immortal Benefits, which the Queen conferred upon ye, when she succoured your Religion and Liberty. You Belgians, to whom the Queen, for her Maternal Indulgence was dearer than your Lives I make my appeal to ye in the memorable Words of Metellius, surnamed Macedonicus, who when the News was brought him of the Death of Scipio Aemilianus, thus bespoke his Sons: Go, Children, Solemnize the Obsequies; you will never behold the Funeral of a braver Citizen, So I say to you— Go English Men, go Belgians, solemnize her Obsequies.— You will never behold the Funeral of a greater Queen. But wherefore do I by an unpleasing Commemoration go about to impose Affliction and the performances of Respectful sorrow upon those that are forward enough of themselves. Let us rather return Thanks to God, that he permitted the Residence of so great a Queen among us, till he called her to himself; which was the saying, and the Consolation of those who attended the Funeral of Marcus Antonius, that most worthy Emperor, without any Tears or Lamentations. Let us raise our Minds above Necessity, and our Thoughts above Fate. Were her Manes permitted to return back to us, the Queen would tell us she was well, and that we did but envy her in grieving: For that indeed, that is to be accounted the affection of true Love, which outwardly shows itself, and which forgetful of itself is transported to what it loves. But as they say the Effigies of Phidias can never be defaced from the Shield of Pallas, so we cannot better deserve of Marie, the most renowned Queen within the Memory of Ages, then by storing up her Virtues in the most secret Recesses of our hearts on purpose for imitation. We know that the Roman Senate was wont by a decree to propose for a Pattern to all those that were sent abroad to command in the Provinces, one only Quintus Mucius Scaevola, once their high Priest, as if they had displayed in that one Person whatever was Egregious and Illustrious, and consequently fit for Imitation: So now they who at present sit, or shall hereafter sit at the Helm of Government, have one only Queen, far transcending not only her Sex, but Mucius himself, to be by them recommended for universal Imitation to all those who would not want any of those accomplished Perfections, by which we ascend the Steps to Heaven. I congratulate thee, O Queen, for that Felicity of Living so long, as it was this thy desire, while it was thy daily acknowledgement, that thou hadst learned to die. Hail, and farewell most beautiful and blessed Royal Soul. The King, and all of us must follow thee in that Order which Nature has appointed. Hail most happy Soul, all hail, and Eternally farewell.  
Lastly to thee, most Potent Monarch, environed with Anguish and Affliction, and welcomed home with such an unfortunate Calamity, I address myself. Forbear great Sir, forbear to bathe your Royal Cheeks continually in streams of Tears, but set just limits to your Sorrows, Sorrows that will nothing avail.— I know, said the Wise Athenian, and for that reason grieve the more, that all my Mourning and Lamentation does me no good. I confess indeed, Invincible Prince, I must acknowledge 'tis a great matter, the remembrance of the Embraces, the Company and Converse of such a Queen, the depository of the greatest part of your Cares, so studious, and diligent in her Obedience and Complacency. But your transcending Prudence doubtless considers that the Supreme Arbiter of all things is not bound to fulfil all our Wishes and desires. 'Tis a trite Proverb, The young Man whom God loves soon dies. The great Reward of Dying well is fixed beyond all danger of those Vexations and Calamities with which the Life of Mortal Men contends. Then with your wont Resolution sustain a Loss that could not be avoided; revive your Spirits, and renew your Strength, bowed down with Sorrow, and like a second Joshuah, your days of Mourning being over, take care of your Person, take care of the Welfare of all Europe: and may the Almighty, who has been your Protection all along, wipe away all your tears of Grief, prosper you Counsels and Affairs, and add to your own the Years which he has taken from your Queen.  
DIXI.   

A Funeral Oration OF J. G. Grevius, UPON THE DEATH OF MARY II. QUEEN of Great Britain, France and Ireland.  
Performed by Authority of the Illustrious and Potent Orders of the Diocese of Vtrecht.  
Done into English from the Latin Original.  
LONDON. Printed for John Dunton at the Raven in Jewen-street, and are also to be Sold by Edm. Richardson near the Poultry-Church. MDCXCV.   

A Funeral Oration UPON THE Death of the QUEEN.  
THIS Day is Buried the Greatest Queen of Great Britain. Are our Affairs reduced to this, that what was only wanting to complete our Miseries, the bitter Death of August MARY, as an Accumulation of our Sadness, must fall out to render yet more Grievous the Misfortune of these Mournful Times! the Death of August MARY, that has afflicted England with an Unspeakable, loss that hardly admits of Consolation, has struck Holland with Astonishment, and filled all the Christian World with Anguish and Consternation. Already brighter Suns began to shine, and the Minds of all Men were erected to hope a more prosperous Fortune, and more easy times; when of a sudden an unexpected Tempest, like Thunder rattling with loud Noise and Terror from a serene Sky, strikes and throws down all before it, and changes all our promising Hopes into Fear and pensive Solicitude. Oh, how sudden and how swift is the Vicissitude of Humane Affairs! Therefore we behold not only the Dresses, but the Countenances of all men changed with sorrow, and the deeper sense of so great an affliction; which having pierced the very Marrow, is not to be assuaged, nor alleviated by any applications of comfortable Words. For together with this most pious Queen, even England and Holland themselves are this day carried forth to be entombed. Therefore we behold the Fathers of our Country in Sable, Pale, and with their Eyes fixed upon the Ground, and deluged with tears, and by their mournful silence testifying the Extremity of that sorrow which afflicts their Breasts. Nor is it a smaller Demonstration of embittered Grief, which all Degrees, and every Age, and every Sex in all places openly discover by their sobbings, sighs and lamentable Wail. Nor does the Ignorance of Infancy, nor the forgetful Insensibility of decrepit Years, nor the simplicity of Women sitting at home, exempt 'em from the sadness that oppresses Us. Not only Men, but the Country Cottages, the Cover of our Cities, our Market-places, Courts of Judicature, our Tribunals, our Schools and Academies, o'erspread with Deformity, mute, and almost in Ruins, seem to grieve, as being afraid of being levelled with the Earth, now their Supportress is gone. The very Walls of this Magnificent Church, the Portice's and Chapels hung with Mourning, and despoiled of their Ornaments, fill our Eyes and Minds with all the Marks of Incredible Distraction. Lastly, there is no place, wherein there is not some Monument or other fixed of Public and Inconsolable Lamentation. When the Death of Drusus Germanicus, who by his singular Virtue and Benevolence toward all Men, had after a wonderful manner won the Good Will not only of his Fellow Citizens, but of all foreign Princes and People, was reported at Rome, the Romans, inflamed with a certain Rage of Mourning and Sorrow, defaced their Temples, pulled down the Altars of their Gods, threw their Household Deities into the Streets; Fathers of Families exposed the Newborn Births of their Wives: foolishly they, and wickedly, who went about to bring their Gods into Hatred, by Abjuring their Worship, with whom they were angry, for the loss of Germanicus, ravished from 'em. But we are angry with ourselves, and our sins, by which God being deservedly provoked, has taken from us the best of Queens within the memory of History, at an unlucky time, and in the flower of her Age. And yet we no less impartially Grieve, than those Ancient Romans, though we are far remote from their impious Piety. For this incurable Wound, which is laid upon us, so tears and rends the minds of all Men, that the Torments of infinite Grief overcome all Consolation, and all Physic whatever is too weak for the terrible Distemper, under which we groan. But as the Death of so great a Queen is an accident lamented by all Good, so by none more bewailed, if we except the King himself, than by the most Illustrious Fathers of Vtrecht. How many Signs and Arguments of this most Just Grief for our incredible Loss are Extant every where! Nevertheless they were desirous that the Force and Exuberancy of it should be also from my Lips made known as well to others Living, as to succeeding Posterity.  
How well could I now wish that I had never understood Letters! And this I speak with more sincerity, than that Emperor, who being to subscribe the Warrant for the Execution of a Capital Offender, cried out in like manner, Oh, that I had never known to Write! For my mind abhors and Flies the Performance of this Dismal function, both because of the weight of that sorrow which has so broken and weak'nd all the parts of my mind, that they can hardly recollect themselves; as also, for that though I were in perfect Vigour, neither struck nor afflicted with any Trouble, yet I am conscious to myself of my own Inability, and must acknowledge myself inferior to the Task imposed upon me, of setting forth the high Praises and Merits of this Divine Queen. Yet there is two things which not a little confirm me, and inspire something of a Soul in me, the praise that attends Obedience, which was all along a most sacred and certain convincement, that no man, though most plentifully furnished with all the Endowments of Wit and Learning, and exceeded all Mortals in speaking Eloquently and Politely, can be able, I will not say in words, but in thoughts, to reach the true Encomiums of August Mary, who alone shined forth in all sorts of Virtue, not only above the Genius of her Sex, and the Age she lived in, but above the Examples of all the most praiseworthy Heroesses in all times; that she may be deservedly proclaimed to be the Only Queen, or rather more truly the Queen of Queens. Nor can there a greater Praise belong to any man, than that it is not in the Power of any man to praise him sufficiently.  
I shall therefore speak of MARY STVART, because I am engaged to speak, not according to the Dignity of the Subject, the excellency of which no mortal can attain to, but according to the Strength of Capacity and Endowments. Nor do I doubt but you, most noble and Worthy Auditors here present, out of your Incomparable Veneration for the Queen, will give a favourable attention to what I shall say, though it may not answer the Merits of the Queen, nor your Exyectation. While I obey the Will of those, from whom my will ought never to disagree; I am in hopes that you will also be satisfied with my most earnest Zeal to satisfy your Commands, though my strength may not equal the Decree of my mind.  
I am unwilling, Noble Auditors, at the beginning, to be tedious in those things, upon which the Orations of those Men that pay the last Duties to the Manes of great Personages are wont to enlarge. I shall say nothing of Great Britain, the most Fortunate of all the Islands upon which the Sun shines, the Parent of Emperors, the Fostermother of so many Potent Kings, and famous for their Noble Achievements in all Climates of the Earth; the Nurse of so many Courageous Leaders; the Domicel of the Reformed Religigion and all laudable Arts, the Seat of Liberty, wherein MARY first drew her Vital Breath. Let them admire and boast the Felicity of their Country, to whom their Country is an Ornament, not they who adorn their Country. MARY, in whatever Land she had been born, had been adjudged worthy of that high Degree, to which the State of her Birth had exalted her, as being formed by the Hands of more Benign Nature to Royal Dignity. She had Shone with her own Beams even in Darkness itself; such a disposition to Virtue appeared in her from her tender Years. The Glory of an Illustrious Family, won by the Virtue of the Founders, is admired among all People. For as Gems more splendidly glitter when set in Gold, so Virtue shines forth more dazlingly in true Nobility. However, they who are puffed up with Titles, and grow big with the Images of their Ancestors, supported by no Virtue of their own, are not worthy of those Ornaments. They fall from their Nobility, who fully the Dignity of it with Pride, Sloth and other Vices. MARY was sufficiently Ennobled by her Descent: But so great and so incredible was the multitude of the admirable Virtues of this Princess, that she rather Illustrated her Ancestors, than was illustrated by them; and contributed more Ornaments to the Enlargement of their Glory, than she received from their Antiquity. What men have admired as the principal Ornaments of an Illustrious Family in particular Persons, all those crowded together, so far as her Sex was capable, in MARY, the most accomplished with all Endowments and Perfections of Body and Mind, which God, the giver of all good things, had largely conferred upon her. But why do I insist upon those things which are common to her, with her Ancestors, when she abounds with so many particular Graces and Ornaments peculiarly her own? Among which, that her Piety to God, and her Love of Religion, held the chiefest place, there's none of you that ever doubted.  
What the Sun is in Heaven among the Stars, that Piety is among the Virtues. All Light is derived from the Sun. From Piety also and Religion, as from the only and most Limpid Fountain, flow the rest of the Virtues, which she fostered in her Bosom and her Embraces. What Prudence, what Fortitude, what Fidelity, what Moderation, what Benignity can be found in any other person, where there is not care taken to suppress the Turbulent Motions of the Mind, to restrain the Impetuosities of Desire, and be mindful of their Dignity and Duty? But this is the Work of Religion only. Now with what a Love of Religion the August MARY was inflamed, with what a fervency of Mind she was incensed, to the Improvement of her Piety, I should not adventure to commemorate, were it not a thing well known to all people, not only to such as attended about her Person, but to the Ambassadors of foreign Princes and Commonwealths, who frequented the Queens Court. They will hardly gain credit, perhaps, among those who understand the Manners and Customs of Courts, and of those that are bred up in 'em; or among such who are persuaded that Religion, Piety, and Modesty, are only Names made use of to impose upon the People, or at least the Properties of private persons.  
They who would be accounted Pious among Men, think it sufficient to say their Prayers Morning and Evening, to read a Chapter in the Bible, and go duly to hear the Sermons at Church upon a Sunday: If they acquit themselves of these Duties, they think they do enough; and considering the Contempt and Neglect of sacred things now a-days, their Piety is to be commended. But MARY'S Religion was not circumscribed within these Narrow Limits: In the Morning so soon as she rose, she spent Two hours alone in her Bedchamber, in Prayers, in Reading, and Contemplation of Heavenly Things. If Affairs of Moment called her sooner to the Public Management, she rather chose to spare something of her accustomed Hours allowed for Sleep and Rest▪ than to lose a Moment of the time which she had consecrated to God. About Nine a clock she went to the Chapel, and there with the Royal Household, and such others as moved by her Example resorted thither, she offered up her most Innocent Supplications to God. The same thing she did every day about five a Clock. Nor would she suffer herself to be called away from this settled performance of sacred Duties, by any Sports, and Allurements of Lawful Pleasures, any Audiences of Princes, or Royal Ambassadors.  
This was the Law which she had Ordained to herself of daily atoning God. O singular and unwonted lover of Religion in that so high station of Fortune, in that healthy condition of Youthful Age, in that abundance of Delights and Pleasures, wherein Devotion is but little minded! And this is that, which I am sure you all admire. Attend, I beseech ye, and ye shall hear those things which will redound to the greater Admiration of the QUEEN. When WILLIAM, Prince of Orange was Solicited and Importuned by the Unanimous and loud Voice of England, to vindicate her Sacred Rites, that were Polluted, to assert her Laws, that were trampled underfoot, to ward off the Destruction and Bondage that hung over the Necks of all the People of England, and Europe that was wounded through her sides; by a certain Instinct of Heaven, and with the good will of all Kings and Princes, those excepted who designed and Plotted all these Mischiefs, he undertook the English Expedition. Then it was, that the most Pious MARY spent, not only three or four Hours, as she was wont to do, in Prayers, in Supplications; and as well in public as Domestic Performances of Divine Duties. When she had performed 'em all in the English, she went to the French Church, and after that to the Dutch Congregations; in all which, Prayers were put up for several hours for the Preservation of the Greatest Prince, and for the prosperous Success of that Expedition undertaken for the Preservation of the Christian Name, and the Defence of its Dignity. No wonder then that Heaven, whose Cause was then the Subject of the Contention, bowed down a ready Ear to the Suppliant and most Pious MARY, and the Prayers of so many good People. But I return to MARY's daily Meditations of Piety. The rest of the day, which required not her Care of the Kingdom, in the King's absence, she did not waste in vain Discourses, in hearing stories of the Amours of Princes and Illustrious Ladies, nor in reading those Trifles, commonly called Novels; but she read over herself, or caused to be recited by others, either the Divine Monuments of Sacred Story, or such other Books as explained the Mysterious Heads of Christian Doctrine, or by wholesome Precepts stirred her up to the leading of an Honest and Virtuous life. She was so taken with reading the Sacred Scriptures, which the Prophets and other Celestial Author's Inspired by God delivered in Writing, that she never laid it out of her Hands, but twice a year read it over from the beginning to the end, once herself in her Chamber, than again in her Chapel, where in the daily service so much was recited every day by the Minister, as would suffice to complete the going through the whole Book within the Year. Is there any one among Us, most Noble Auditors, the Ministers themselves, who have so Assiduously in their hands the Divine Oracles? Is there any one who with so much Affection, so much Diligence, or rather with so much Benefit to themselves? This Queen had searched so profoundly into the Doctrines, of Christian Religion, she had so imbibed it, she had so retained it in her memory, that she excelled most men, who had spent all their Lives in the Study of this Celestial Doctrine: So that she was able accurately to refel the Impetuous Violences of those that laboured might and main, to stop the Foundations of Truth. Nor could she by any Allurements, by any Threats, by any Dangers be deterred from defending the true Doctrine.  
I see not a few, who have hitherto heard what I have said, with impartial Ears, contract their Brows, and silently wonder at my Boldness, who have attributed those things to a Queen but young in Years, which few could attain to, who have grown Old in the Study of Divinity, so far as to accuse me of foul Adulation; or of that Levity, of which some Orators are guilty, who being carried away with an Immoderate Love of those things, which they have designed to praise, aggravate their Encomiums, with expressions too far strained, and extol what they praise to an higher pitch, than what it truly deserves.  
I fear lest they should lay to my Charge what in the last Age was laid to the Charge of Walter Haddon, Master of the Requests to Great Elizabeth, that other Immortal Glory of the British Queens, by Jerome Osorius, Bishop of Sylvia in Portugal, a most Eloquent Person in his time. Haddon had answered an Epistle of Osorius, written to Elizabeth, wherein the Bishop had most bitterly inveighed against Innovators, as he called 'em: in this Answer Haddon had extolled the Queen's Prudence in Ecclesiastical Matters, and admonished Osorius that he should take heed lest the Queen should brandish the Improvement of her Studies against him. This Osorius took ill in his defamatory Answers to Haddon's Defence, and taxed him for Imprudent Flattery. Osorius allowed, that he could easily suffer Elegancy of Wit and Learning, Humanity, knowledge of the Greek and Latin Tongues, and deep reading in Philosophy to be applauded in a Queen; but for a Woman to be extolled for her Knowledge in Divinity, was a thing neither to be endured nor believed. Nevertheless than Elizabeth exceeded Mary in Years. But I shall easily, most Noble Auditors, wipe off from myself the suspicion of Adulation, if, as hitherto you have done, you will lend me an attentive Ear.  
What Elizabeth could do I shall not now dispute; what Mary did I shall faithfully relate without any Rhetorical Colours, a thing worthy for all Nations to hear. Then do you be Judges, whether I have spoken like a Flatterer, or, as others more softly say, like an Orator; or whether plainly, truly, and faithfully.  
King JAMES the Father of MARY, when he came to the Crown, employed all his Cares and Thoughts, and made it his Business to repeal several Acts which his Ancestors had made for the Support of the Reformed Religion; more especially to abolish the Law which enacted taking of the Test, which abjured all Power and Authority which the Pope, or any other Mortal claimed, or could claim either in Civil or Ecclesiastical Matters within the Kingdom. MARY openly declared that she could not approve his Conduct, nor assent to those who urged that the English might be absolved from the Sanctity and observance of that Oath, nor that any one for the future was to be forced to it. The King informed of this, ordered his Envoy, then at the Hague,, to make it out to MARY, and persuade her, that she had a wrong Opinion, enduc'd thereto by false Reasons and Grounds of her Father's Intentions and Meaning in that Particular. The Envoy taking a fit Opportunity, held the Queen in a long Discourse upon this Subject, bringing not a few, nor those Vulgar Arguments out of Scripture, many Testimonies out of the most Ancient and most Learned Fathers os the Church, and more than one Reason from the Knowledge of things which Nature has imprinted in our Minds. When the Queen had attentively heard him, She did not answer him with a Laconism; she so readily and so smartly of a sudden took to pieces the Envoy's Discourse, and his Arguments, refuted all his Reasons with so much Judgement, that when the Envoy was dismissed by the Queen, he could not forbear testifying and acknowledging in the public Hall of the Court, before a great many Persons of high Quality and Dignity, that he could never have believed there had been a Woman in the World endued with so much understanding of the Christian Doctrine, and of the Opinions urged to her upon the several Heads of that Doctrine; or that could defend what she thought with so much strength and weight of Reason, and fortify it with so strong a Guard against all assaults of open Hostility or Treacherous Insinuation.  
He added moreover, that he was persuaded, that this Princess could be moved by no man living from those Opinions concerning Religion, wherewith she was so throughly seasoned. Nor would he be the occasion that any One should attempt to Discourse her any more upon that occasion, unless he intended to lose his Labour: And this was what he also wrote to King James.  
In this Conference with the English Agent the most prudent Princess added thus much farther, That she could not sufficiently admire, nor indeed imagine how it should come to pass, that any man, not void of Reason or Sense, or that had a right Judgement of God and Divine matters, or had comprehended in his mind the true manner of Worshipping him, could prove a Deserter, and run from our Religion to the Ceremonies of Rome. When the Agent Replied, that her Father, the King of Great Britain, was a living Example of a better Approbation of the Romish Worship. She made Answer, That there was nothing grieved her more; and the only thing she wondered at, by whose seduction, upon what occasion, by what arguments he could be induced to betray the Bulwark of purest Truth; and having left that, upon what supporters, the Security and Tranquillity of his mind could rely. These things the most Wise and Prudent MARY.  
Not long after, when there was no question but that King James had been Certified of all these things by his Agent's Letters; the Father sends a long and weighty Epistle to his Daughter, wherein he set forth at large the occasion, the reasons and methods he had followed in abandoning our Worship, and embracing the Opinions of Rome. This Letter from King James was delivered to MARY, upon Tuesday in the Evening; the Messengers who brought it, being to return into England the next day. Wherefore, when she had read it over and over again with extraordinary attention, and Studiously considered every thing; she set herself to return an Answer, wherein she spent the greatest part of the Night. And though frequently put in mind that it was time to go to Bed, and that it behoved her to take care of her Health, which would be much disordered by Watching; the most Prudent Queen made Answer, That the Duty of Answering the King's Letters, was to be preferred before Sleep, lest she should be straitened in time the next day, and thereby be hindered from performing what she owed to her Father. That therefore she made the more haste, lest if the Messenger should slip away without her Answer, it might be suspected that she had made use of help, and got some Divine to write her Letters for her; which if her Father should believe, they would want that weight and Effect, which by the Favour of God, she promised herself from dispatching 'em with all speed she could.  
The King's chief Argument was taken from the Antiquity, and the long and immovable endurance of the Roman Church, Established and Founded upon the Promises of Christ; Thou art Peter, etc. To which were added other places, Arguments and Testimonies heaped together to corroborate that Opinion. All which the most ingenious Princess Answered and refuted in so short a time, and with so much Politeness and Judgement, that an Eminent Divine, and some few other Persons, conspicuous for their Quality and Integrity, who afterwards were permitted to see a Copy of that Epistle, ravished into Admiration, asserted, that they could never have persuaded themselves that such a Letter, so full of Grave and Efficacious Arguments, could have been Written by any Man, much less by a Woman, unless by one who had Devoted his whole Life to the Study of the Scriptures, and true Divinity. Strange swiftness and perspicacity of a Divine Wit! Strange piercing Force of Judgement! No snares of Treachery were so occultly laid, which the August Queen did not readily discover; no Sophisms so fallaciously specious, that could deceive Her; No knots so difficult, but she should unloose 'em at first sight. Go now, you that are all over nothing but Envy or ill Will; you that are blinded by your own ignorance, weigh the vast Endowments of the Greatest of Queens, by the Exilities of your own slender Parts, go now and taunt me with Adulation.  
This Oration is so far from flattery, that all men now may see, that the greatest applause of Words is far inferior to the Merits of so great a Queen. Such was also the sanctity of MARY'S Life, that King WILLIAM, after her Decease, calling to mind her Piety toward God, the Integrity of her Life, and her Extraordinary Knowledge of sacred things, broke forth into this Eupression, That if he could believe that ever any mortal man could be born without the contamination of sin, he would believe it of the Queen. And she preserved herself so chaste and spotless, that while she resided upon Earth, she lived the Life of the Saints, even in the hurry of the Court, where there are so many incitements to evil, that entice men from the Exercise of Piety, so many allurements to pleasure, that inveigle and bewitch the mind.  
But as our Divine MARY burned with a singular Love of Piety and Religion, so was she of a Soaring and Exalted Mind. For they, who addicting themselves to the Observance of the most pure Religion, are once assured, that being as it were encompassed with Celestial Protection, they shall not be forsaken, will never despond, let the Confusions of War Rage round about 'em, let the Earth Tremble, and Heaven be ready to fall, and all things menace present Mortality and Pestilence.  
As to her Contempt of Humane Glory, her Constancy in the most violent Storms of Adverse Fortune, I wish, as they are great things, and Aggravations of her lofty Soul, I wish it were in my power to set forth in as magnificent Language! The Field is infinitely large of rare and unusual Examples; but neither the barrenness of a slender Wit, nor the straitness of my Time will permit me to expatiate into these Boundless Themes. We must be content with a Few.  
How great was the Consternation of all men, how general the Dismay and Terror, when William, Prince of Orange, not so much Invited and Requested by England, though she stretched forth her suppliant Hands to Him for succour, as by the Call of Heaven, at an unseasonable time, when both Seas and Adverse Winds with tumultuous Fury opposing him, with such an handful hastened to England's Relief, under the Oppression of Numerous Armies, I believe that most of you remember. For we may sooner forget ourselves than such a dreadful season. Only MARY undaunted awaited the Event of Heaven's Decrees; She Only wanted no Consolation; She alone exhorted and confirmed the Trembling; Womanish Fear in Men, in MARY Manly Resolution and Courage was to be seen. These were Noble Things, and to be celebrated with the Encomiums of all Ages and all Men. And yet they are but Sport and Play, if I may so call 'em, to what you shall now hear. An Hideous Bulk of threatening Evils at the same time roul'd with all its Force to overwhelm all England and Holland: The Heaven, the Sea and Land seemed to have conspired their ruin and destruction. The Army of the Confederates had received a deep wound in the Battle of Fleurus. In the sight of England a misfortune befell our Fleet, some of our Men of War being sunk and burnt; whilst others were detained by contrary Winds, from succouring those that were o'er Poured. From Ireland News was brought, though ours had Vanquished the Rebels at the Boyn, that the King was Wounded, in the heat of the Fight, with a Canon Bullet. The Report was spread abroad that he was slain, insomuch that public rejoicings were ordered at Paris by public Authority, in a Tempestuous Night, and all the Streets and Houses Blazed and Shone with Illuminations and Bonfires, the signs I will not determine whether of Joy or Madness, not to be defaced by length of Time, as if the War had been at an end, had the King of England been Dead. All these things were at the same time tumultuously repeated, while Fame augmented, as is usual, every thing for the worse. To this we may add how certainly it was believed that the French Fleet were preparing to Land a great Army in England, which was to penetrate into the Heart of the Kingdom, naked then of Military Defence; the Soldiery being either in Ireland, or the Low Countries. 'Tis hardly to be imagined how great the Fear the Dread, the Consternation was of the Nobility, Gentry and common People. Still the Queen displayed no sign of Fear, nothing of dubious anxiety, nothing of sadness either in her looks or words; more Especially when she heard, that the Wound in the King's shoulder was neither Mortal nor Dangerous. MARY at that time Road through the City of London, with so Serene a Countenance, that Tranquillity and Security seemed to shine in her Eyes. The People beholding the Queen so void of any Perturbation, repent and recovered themselves from their extraordinary Consternation. Nor were the People only refreshd and revived with cheerful Hearts and Countenances, but also the Nobility, the King and Queen's Friends and sharers of all their Arcana. For when the Queen showed the same mind in Council, no less sedate and Void of Tumult; so soon as she was gone, a person of the Highest Quality and Dignity acknowledged that after he had seen and heard the Queen, he was much more Confirmed in his Mind than before. That so many Messengers of ill News from all parts, one upon the Neek of another, had struck a dread into him, and a very great fear of more terrible Calamities, but that now he was released from his Fears, in regard that neither in the Queen's Countenance, nor in her Words, he perceived not the least sign of any Perturbation or Anxiety; but that she still consulted for the general Good with the same constancy as before; that with the same Advice and Judgement, she took care that nothing should fall out amiss at Home, that the public should receive no damage; and provided abroad, how Miscarriages might be attoned, losses repaired, and the Counsels of the Enemy be disappointed. These things when he saw, he could not sufficiently Admire the Incredible Fortitude of the Queen, nor could he believe the loss was so great, or Affairs in so ill a Condition, as they were generally thought to be. What an Illustrious Person so much admired, all Nations, all Posterity will wonder at. That there was so much Resolution in a Woman, that she could not be dejected by the severest Frowns of adverse Fortune, that would have shaken, and did shake the Courage and Counsels of Men themselves. Octavianus Caesar, when he heard of the Varian Slaughter, foolishly suffered his Hair and Beard to grow, as if the Germans had been afraid of his careless Beard, like men that are terrified with the streaming Tail of a Comet. He wept like a Woman, beat his Head for madness against the Wall, and like a man that had been Frantic, cried out, Varus, Restore me back my Legions; as if these Clamours could have Terrified the Enemy, or that the Slain could have thereby revived. And this same Despair and Female Imbecility of Mind, the same Augustus betrayed, as if Hannibal had been at the Gates of Rome, when three Legions were Defeated by the Germans in the utmost Confines of the Roman Empire. But what did our Courageous and Prudent Queen do, when the Army was Routed in the Adjoining Low Countries; when in the very sight and throat of England, the Enemy's Navy, numerous and Victorious, Road Mistress of the Seas; when Rapines, Burnings, Slaughters, Desolation, presented themselves before the Eyes of all men; if the Enemy, which many were afraid of, which wicked Subjects boasted abroad, and Rebels wished, had turned their Forces against the British Shoar, in the King's absence, and while the Arms of England were Employed either in our Territories, or in Ireland? Nothing of all these things moved MARY's Courage; She did not yield to raging Torture, or submit her Courage to it; but the more boldly made resistance with an undaunted Virtue, never to be sufficiently Extolled by human Expressions; and with such a sublimity of Mind, whereby she not only overcame the Opinion of all men, but herself outdid herself; by which she attained to such a Degree of Glory and Dignity, as a Prince of highest Virtue can hardly be allowed to wish for in this Life.  
No less Conspicuous was the Excellency of her lofty Mind in moderate Prosperity, as in her Courageous Brooking Adversity. She never proudly abused so great a Power; never in that most Towering Station of Human Affairs, uttered an haughty word, or did an unequal Act. For it was always her Opinion, that Royal Majesty consisted not in the Ensigns of Royalty, the Globe, the Sceptre or the Crown; but in Virtuous Ornaments, in Gentleness, and the Power of doing Good to all People; and was desirous it should be conspicuous for Sanctity and Sweetness of Manners, and Nobleness of Mind; not in swelling Pride, in haughty Pride, and intolerable disdain of her Subjects, and of all other Men, with the Cecropide arrogated to themselves, and Men of mean Condition, advanced above themselves to splendidness of Fortune.  
Nor did the Queen more laudably excel in Majesty of Empire, than in Modesty; of which how many Examples did she show to the World? But this was most singular and wonderful. She was called by the People of England, together with her Husband William, to be his Associate in the Kingdom, that as she was the Comfort of his Bed, she might be the Companion of his Sceptre, and that they might Administer the Government with equal Auspexes. This Power she never exercised, unless when the King, in Vindicating and Asserting the Liberty of the Christian World, was thundering with Arms abroad upon the Meuse, the Scheld, or the Boyne, and going to cross the Seas, committed the Reins of the Kingdom into her Right-hand; which she ruled so prudently with the general Applause of all Men, in the most difficult times, that none of her Subjects could perceive the King was absent. The King was wanting in his Person, no body missed his Courage or his Prudence. In Council, when Affairs of greatest Moment and Intricacy were Discussed, the most prudent Queen ne'er hesitated, never was at a stand; such was her Diligence▪ such her Discernment, so Capacious was her Counsel, that she saw with a most piercing Eye, what was needful to be done, and readily found out the Expedient, which way things were to be accomplished. For she had a Wise prospect into Futurity, that she might be thought to Prophecy, rather than Pronounce Decrees; and Judged so truly of this present, that she might be thought to have derived every sentence she spoke from some Oracular Answer of a Deity. So that the King might deservedly complain, when he lost our most Prudent MARY, that he had lost the best of all the Counsellors he had in his Council. You have heard a most true saying of great WILLIAM, who himself, as well in Military Courage, as in the Wisdom of Peace, is second to none of all the Kings that are, or ever were. He could never perform such great things abroad, unless he had those at home upon whose Fidelity and Counsel he might rely: For never at any time more certain Shipwreck threatens a Commonwealth, than when such a one sits at the Helm, who wants▪ to be Steered and Governed himself. But so far was the Queen from depending upon the Counsel of others, that many times, they who were of the Council, were convinced by her Arguments, and came over to her Opinion, though before they Dissented from it: And many times she greatly confirmed those who wavered between several Opinions.  
What need I call to your Remembrance, the Vigilancy of the Queen? Day and Night, as in a Watch-Tower, she watched over the safety and Dignity of England, and the United Provinces. She never looked off from their Preservation. She laid nothing more to Heart than the Public Safety, the Liberty, the Ease of the People, the Harmony and Union of the Parliament, and the Harmony and Tranquillity of the whole Commonwealth. It was the most sacred of all her Cares, to Govern her Subjects with a concording Moderation. Which when she performed to a Miracle, the People on the other side, in the mortal Person of the Queen, reverenced the Present Immortal God, whose Image on Earth all supreme Powers Represent, so long as they faithfully and prudently fulfil all the Duties of just and legal Rule.  
By this means she not only suppressed, not so much by force of Arms, as by the Love of her Subjects, with which she was always strongly Guarded, from the Exorbitant Fury of Wicked Men, who during the King's absence, Plotted her Ruin and the Destruction of the Kingdom. These are Great things, and to be Celebrated by the Tongues and Pens of Posterity: Yet will I not contend with those who assert that the British Empire was Governed by Elizabeth, with no less Applause of Prudence and Moderation. But this is wonderful and unusual, that a Queen, when she sat at the Helm in the King's absence, all good subjects wishing all Prosperity to so just and mild a Rule; while others were astonished, that the Rudder of Government should be so prudently and knowingly held by a Female Hand; so soon as the King set foot again in the Kingdom, should not concern herself with any part or care of it, as if she had not been married to the King, or that the Administration of the Kingdom had nothing belonged to her, though his Associate in the Government. Read over the Annals, Noble Auditors, of all Times and Nations; revolve in your Memories whether you ever read or heard of any thing that may be compared with this Moderation of the Queen. There have been many Queens, many Princesses, who have taken upon 'em Masculine Cares, who have either had Uxorious Husbands, or have been by them willingly permitted to share the Sovereignty with 'em. You shall find no Woman, who being called by the Legal Suffrages of the People, to be an Associate in the Government, who ever actually executed the Regal Office, that did not challenge herself a great share of the Command, and thought she had an Injury done her, if she were not admitted to all Counsels taken concerning the Administration of the Government, or if she were not advised with in all manner of Transactions; or if she were Equal in Authority with her Husband, did not challenge to herself an Equal Right. They who have once tasted Sovereign Command, are hardly reduced to lead a private Life. You may sooner wrest Herculeses Club out of his hand, than desire of Dominion from such persons, especially from the Female Sex, who are generally Petulant, Proud, greedy of Power, Covetous of Command, and expert at putting all things into confusion, so they may attain their Desires. That She Ulysses, that she might not be despoiled of that Power which she had exercised so many years by the connivance of her Husband, extinguished all Augustus' Family by her Treacheries, Frauds, and wicked Contrivances; not so much out of her Novercal Hatred, though that were also none of the least violent; but inflamed with desire of Command, that she might advance her own Son to the Empire, and rule under his Minority as she had done before under the Indulgence of her Husband. Infinite other Examples of Female Pride, and Desire of Rule, might be produced, which neither Time nor Place will give us leave to recite. And indeed who can be ignorant of 'em, when every Age has produced several such Monsters? So much the more is the Moderation of Divine Mary to be wondered at, who might have Reigned in her own Right, but would not, but in the Absence of King William; and who was so far from complaining or repining, that she gladly and freely resigned the Government of the Kingdom upon his Return, as an hard and heavy burden, which she had unwillingly born all the time before.  
Where can a Moderation like to this be found, within the memory of History? She thought it the Greatest, and most Noble Act of Sovereignty, to be able to command herself. Those Tears, which were no counterfeited Droppings, and which she shed when she understood that the Crown was Voted to Her and William, by both Houses of Parliament; what else did they signify, but that MARY's Mind was far remote from all desire of Rule? Remember, I beseech ye, with what Grief and Reluctancy she suffered herself to be torn from our Republic. But it was not for her to withstand the hidden Counsels of Eternal Providence. She was to go where Destiny called her, not with an Intention to dethrone her Father, as an audacious Impostor lately took upon him to vomit forth against the most Pious Queen: For the Father had dethroned himself by his subversion of the Laws, the Religion and Constitutions of the Kingdom, before any Foreigner moved to the Relief of England; but that she might succour her Country, forsaken, complaining, groaning, and imploring the Aid of Heaven, and the Faith of William and Mary. For this was the Only Remedy for Britain upon the Brink of the Precipice; nor had she any other to whom in her Despair she could have Recourse.  
Therefore did Great Britain stretch forth her Right Hand to MARY, when she came, and received their Conservatrix with a more than Ordinary Joy. Thence a New and Benign Light, in the midst of so great a Mist and so dark a Night, spread a bright, splendour quite through Britain, insomuch, that the day wherein MARY and WILLIAM were inaugurated, might be accounted England's Second Birthday, that wiped off Rusty Decrepidness and Deformity from a Kingdom gaily flourishing before. But the Spring and Fountain of this wonderful Modesty, which during the whole course of her Life, she made appear by so many Rare Proofs to the whole World, was that, of which you have been told already, Her Piety and Observance of Religion. From thence proceeded that undefiled Conjugal Fidelity, that Chastity without blemish, that Benevolence toward all Mankind, that Munificence and Bounty toward the miserable. If ever any Woman, eminent above others; for the Splendour of her Descent, and Excellency of her Outward Form, were the most affectionate to her Husband, and the most jealous of her Chastity, DIVA STVARTA was she. Who ever knew a Wife more Obedient in a private Family? I here forbear to relate with what an Excess of Grief she parted from her William's side, when setting forward, and ready to quit the English Shoar in order to restore the Low Condition of Europe's Affairs. I neglect to tell, with how much Joy and Affection she received the King returning from the Conquest of Ireland. These are the vulgar Commendations of all Wives; but what I shall now commemorate, is a singular and most Illustrious Pledge, of a certain, more than wonderful Affection.  
When King James, confiding in an hasty Flight, deserted the Kingdom, and left the Royal Throne quite Empty and in a manner falling, it was Debated in the Convention, who should be set up in James' Room; whether the Ensigns of Sovereignty should be Offered to the Prince of Orange, and Mary his Consort, to Reign with Equal Power; or to Mary only, the Eldest Daughter of James, and in her Right to William her Husband. Many were of the last Opinion, but upon this Condition, that Mary should be Crowned Queens; but that the Administration of the Government, should by Authority of Parliament, be committed to Prince William, as Mary's Husband, The Resident of a Certain Prince, who then Resided in England, so soon as he understood these things, though but uncertainly reported, overhasty and credulous, as if the Thing had been already determined, presently hires a Messenger, and orders him with all the speed imaginable, to carry the News to his Master, that MARY the Eldest Daughter of King James was by Decree of Parliament to be the next day Proclaimed Queen of England.  
The Messenger was to pass through the Hague, and to impart the News in the Residents Name to a Person of High Authority, and no less high both in William and Mary's Esteem. He immediately hastens to the Court, and informs Mary of this Vote of the House, and congratulates her Advancement to the Royal Dignity. She, according to her wont Good Nature, mildly indeed, but with a less familiar Countenance, and a more contracted Brow, made Answer, That she neither hoped those things to be true, which he related, neither did she believe that William would accept the Kingdom, as a Substitute to Female Authority, or as one that was to be beholden to a Woman for a Crown.  
I beseech ye, Noble Auditors, could the best of Princesses declare the Excess of her most tender Affection by a more Illustrious Argument? She had rather that herself, she had rather that her Husband should lose a Kingdom, than permit that he should receive it as her Gift; or that William should obtain by Female Favour, what he had deserved by the suffrage of his own Valour, as having undergone so many Toils and Dangers for the Preservation of it. Hence, when some Peers of the highest Rank, who wished well to MARY, obstinately urged, That the Kingdom should be decreed to William upon no other Conditions than those already mentioned; and asserted, that it would be a means to fix themselves in MARY's Favonr; She took it so unkindly, and after she was Crowned Queen, openly complained of their Preposterous Argument; nor would, for a good while, admit those who had Voted after that manner, to kiss her Royal Hand; nor did admit 'em, till after some time that she was at last overruled by the King. What could be done more Lovingly; or what greater Testimony of Affection could Fiction invent? By what greater Argument could she demonstrate that nothing was dearer to her than her Husband? Neither Sceptre nor Crown, for the sake of which, many Women abjure their Chastity, their Religion, all Veneration Divine and Human; if separated from King William's Interests, which she always preferred before her own. Oh singular Conjugal Fidelity; O admirable Affection, of a Queen, that never can be too highly Applauded! Infinite are the Examples of this her wonderful and incredible Affection toward the King, which we have not Language nor time sufficient to Enumerate. However, one in the midst of so much Plenty most Illustrious, must not be omitted.  
In the Eeighty fourth year of this Age, the Ambassador of a certain King, not necessary here to be Named, Plotted an unworthy Contrivance at the Hague, and had Solicited certain of the Prince of Orange's Attendants to Associate with him; which come to Light, so highly Incensed a Prince, at other times so mild and gentle as to incur a Censure of being slow, that he could not dissemble his Anger. The King recalled his Ambassador from the Hague, no doubt informed of the Just reason of the Prince's Indignation against him. The Ambassador therefore, knowing that Kings and Princes have long hands, was willing, before his departure, to reconcile himself to Prince William. To which purpose making his Addresses, and submissively, and with humble Protestations of his Innocency, and Deprecating his Offences, the most Mild of Princes Magnanimously forgave him. But from Mary, by no Allegations, by no Expiations of Satisfaction whatever, could he obtain his Pardon. Upon which, when it was admired that Mary should be so implacable, when the Ambassador had done nothing against Her, nor had injured Her either in word or deed, when William, Justly offended had pardoned the Delinquent, she ordered this Answer to be made, That had the Crime been committed against her, she would not have been either severe, or inexorable; but that she could not forget an Attempt against her Husband, nor grant her Pardon so easily to him, who had so highly offended William. Who can sufficiently extol this Conjugal Fidelity, this unusual Affection of a Queen toward a Husband? For my part, I am not able to Admire it as I ought to do.  
Nor was the Queen beloved with less Affection by the King, than was the King beloved by Her. There was no need of falling out to renew their Love; but such was the Harmonious agreement of their Minds and Counsels from the first day of their Auspicious Marriage, that their Wills were still the same, whatever pleased, whatever disliked the one, always disliked, still pleased the other; such an Agreement of Opinions in all things, both private and public, that though in Persons divided by long Intervals of distant Leagues, yet by an unaccountable Sympathy, they were always of one mind in all Affairs most difficult, and of dubious Event, which would have puzzled the most acute and experienced Politicians. So that they might be said to be Born under one Constellation, but rather that one Soul resided in two Bodies. And that you may not think I speak a Fiction; behold an Example of a real Harmony of Minds, almost beyond belief.  
About three years ago, at what time the King arrived in Holland, Intelligence was sent from no mean Hands, nor from one place, to the King here present, to the Queen in England then sitting at the Helm, that the French were fitting out a Navy, and that they intended, in a short time, to put to Sea, with a design to Land a considerable Army in England, and with all their Might, to endeavour the Restoration of King James to the Crown, that he himself had thrown away. The King considering the Danger, was in deep suspense for some time, whether he should return back into England, or stay in the Low Countries, to curb the Fury, and disappoint the Counsels of the Enemy. The first was advised by many who were of the King's more secret Counsels in England, and not a few of the Officers here about the King were of the same Opinion. In this same Commotion of his Fluctuating Thoughts, after an anxious deliberation, the King at length decreed, That the Yachts that wafted him hither, should be sent back into England; but that the Men of War that guarded him, should be so disposed of, that if need required, he might be speedily conveyed back into England: Whither he also sent word, that Forty of the Men of War, with the Admiral, should steer away toward the Coast of France, with this Design, that if they found an Opportunity; they should burn all the Enemy's Transport-Ships. But before the Yachts, and the Messenger who was sent with the King's Expresses, arrived in England, the Queen's Letters were brought hither to the King, giving him an Account, That she had ordered a Fleet of Forty Men of War to sail away for the Coast of France, and burn the Enemy's Ships which were reported to be designed to infest the English Shoar.  
What Symphony could produce a more harmonious Harmony of Notes, than this of the Opinions and Counsels of the King and Queen▪ when the one knew nothing of the others Mind. Insomuch that similitude of Manners and consent of Minds not Fortune, seemed to have joined William and Mary together. This is that true Love that so conglutinates, and knits both Hearts together, that nothing can be more closely joined, not to be severed by any distance of Time or Place, and constitutes such a concord of Opinions that no force is able to dissolve. Which who sees not in the King and Queen, and being seen does not admire, must needs be blind and ignorant of what is to be wondered at. Therefore in all varieties of Times and Fortunes, the King still found the greatest safety in the Love of the best of Queens. It was a Saying of the King before he thought of Marriage, to Charles the Second Ambassador, at a time when there happened an accidental discourse about the choice of Wives, that of all the Qualities to be sought for in a Wife, his first care should be to find out the Best-conditioned. And he himself made himself the Master of his Wish; for he could not have found a better Wife, had the Sun itself, according the Proverb, been to have sought her out.  
But as the King met with his chief help and assistance in the Queen's Love, so not only her Subjects, but all others for whom it was in her Power to do good found more than ordinary Succour in her bountiful Nature. She thought the Day lost, wherein she had not an opportunity to do good to several. She measured her Felicity in that indulgent Height of Fortune by nothing more than by her Power to render others happy. Yet was she not profuse, nor did she scatter her Benefits promiscuously, without Judgement, or diligent Enquiry; but gave plentifully, gave considerately, gave to fitting Objects. She took more Pleasure, if she had placed her Charity right, than if Princes had heaped upon herself all manner of Benefits; and more rejoiced in bestowing, than they who wanted in receiving. She never forgot those Benefits which she received from others, but still recalling 'em to Mind, never suffered to slip out of her Memory. What she bestowed upon others, she scarce remembered, as if she had lost her Memory. I wish I could find Words to set forth the flowing Liberality of the most Pious Queen, and were able so loudly to proclaim it, and in such Language, as that it might be heard in all Places! Sparing to herself, profuse to the miserable and wanting, who believed that she herself enjoyed what they received from her. How many experienced the Bounty of her Munificent and Liberal Hand, as well in England as in Germany, the Low-Countries, Piedmont, but more especially the French Exiles, who rather chose to lose their Estates, than to hazard the loss of their Souls? And the Splendour of this Benevolence shined forth in Mary's first coming into this Country. For the Prince of Orange, so soon as Mary became his Consort, ordered such a sum of Money to be paid her for the necessary Expenses of her Apparel, and Princely Ornaments. What did the Divine Princess do with it at those Years? She did not stifle the Money in close and dark Chests, nor did she lavish it out in gorgeous Attire, upon Pearls and Gems; which other Women far distant from her degree, are so mad after, that they never cease this Fury till they have quite ruined their Husband's Patrimonies: But moderate in her layings out, considering the Grandeur of her Fortune, upon her Apparel and other Ornaments which the Dignity of so great a Princess required, she introduced into the Court Diligence, Frugality, Parsimony, Virtue's most commonly unknown in Courts. The rest of that large Allowance she consumed in relieving the distresses of honest and worthy People, who laboured under great Necessities, not through their own Extravagancy, but reduced thereto by Misfortune, and the hardness of the Times. Magnanimous Queen, superior to all Applause! For who is able deservedly to extol the Excellency of so bountiful and beneficent a Soul? Where is the Woman among Ten Thousand that would deprive herself of the Money allowed her for fine clothes, and gaudy Ornaments, to bestow upon the poor and needy, while so few are contented with wearing the spoils of fair Estates upon their Backs, and think all misspent that is not wasted upon Vanity and Finery. But alas! to compare the Queen with other Women, is to do an Injury to her Divine Virtues, wherein she equalled or exceeded the Praises of the Greatest Men. Nor did she expect or desire any other Fruit from this her Bounty, than a Conscience that told her she did well. She never vaunted her Charity, nor imputed it to Merit. Most commonly she sent her Charity by Persons unknown, who were not permitted to discover the Donor, that she might not burden the Modesty of the Receivers. So far was she from seeking the Favour of those on whom she conferred her Bounty, that she denied 'em the Hopes of returning thanks, when the greatest part were ignorant who bestowed the unlooked for Liberality. Arcesilaus is highly applauded who laid a bag of Gold under the Pillow of his poor Friend, but counterfeiting poverty all the while, that he might privately supply the want of one who was needlessly modest. Which Praises are not to be attributed to Mary; who relieved not her Friends, but Foreigners and Strangers, whom she never saw, whose Exigencies she had only heard of, contrary to their Expectation, and unlooked for. Nor did she open those Fountains of Beneficence once or twice only, but constantly and every Year, that she might not be thought to give out of a sudden heat, or through weakness, but upon mature Consideration and Advice. She sent from England certain Persons, who distributed this same Tribute, if I may so call it, of her Liberality, and ordered 'em to make a faithful Report of the Condition of those to whom she decreed her Charity, that she might enlarge her Bounty, if what she had sent did not suffice to allay the Troubles of their Exigency. The French Fugitives despoiled of all the Comforts of Fortune, upon which Domestic Harpies had laid their Gripes, with what a plentiful Benignity she cherished, both here and in England, they themselves are Witnesses. An Illustrious Widow died, who was Married to a Prince in Germany. To him an Annual Pension was owing and paid him out of the Common Treasury of the States. Therefore that this Money might be converted to the support of the French, especially of Noble Ladies and Gentlewomen, who had forsaken their Country for the sake of Religion, and had no way to get their Living, as having been bred up tenderly, and in the midst of Affluency at home, was a favour for which they are beholden solely to the Queen: whose desire of deserving well from the Indigent, was never tired. To the Savoyards and Vaudois, of the Reformed Religion, exhausted by long wander from Place to Place, by Hunger and Misery, when they returned again to their Native Habitations, she ordered a Sum of Money to be sent for the support of fourteen Ministers, as many Readers, and as many necessitous Laymen. Nor was the most bountiful Queen less compassionate upon the Seamen, who naked, stripped, and wounded, swum from the sunk Vessels, which the Enemy burnt. As many as went to London, and they were not a few, were clothed by the Queen's Command, and furnished with Money to supply their necessities. She took care also all along the Shores of Kent and Sussex, that the Wounded should be taken in, diligently looked after, cured and kindly used. To the Widows and Children of the Slain, she dispersed her bounty even in this Land, that their Losses might be repaired and their Sorrows allayed. Lastly, in all parts of England and Holland she imprinted innumerable Marks of her Royal Munificence and Charity.  
Nor was she less a Peculiar Specimen of Clemency than Liberality. She rather chose to forget than revenge Injuries. For she remembered, that the One was the Character of the fordid Vulgar; the Other, of those who excel Other Mortals in Virtue and Magnanimity. Nor was she inferior for the Commendations of Justice to any of the Areopagites. She allowed nothing to Favour, nothing to Hatred. No body suffered Punishment or Fine, who was not more gently used than he could think or hope for, had the Law been rigorously Executed.  
Honour was bestowed on no Man, but the Reward far exceeded the Merits. What her Innocency and Temperance was in the midst of so much wealth, yourselves cannot be ignorant, who know how pious she was; Nor have I any thing to add as to her Chastity, when you have heard how entirely she Loved the King. She could not endure a wanton word, nor the sight of a Woman who was reported or suspected to have violated her modesty. Her women's Apartment was a kind of Temple of Chastity, Integrity and Sanctity. The Affability of MARY, born and bred up in a Court, all people admired, more especially the Dutch, when first she came into Holland. Before they understood her, many feared an Imperious Mistress, and the swelling Disdain of those Courts, where the Name of Civility is either unheard of, or hated. In her Dress, her Diet, her Royal Ornaments, in her Converse, in her making and repaying of Visits, she hardly exceeded Common Familiarity. How easy of access to all Persons, and at all Hours when she was at Leisure from Divine Worship, or the Administration of the Government. For though she spent her leisure hours in reading either History or Geography, wherein she was so expert, that no man knew so well his own Lands and House, as she understood the Nature of Countries, Islands, Kingdoms, Cities, Rivers, Mountains; and the manners, Religion and Laws of the Inhabitants, so that in this sort of Polite Learning nothing could be more Elegant, or accomplished then Mary, yet was not the Pleasure which she took in reading so great, as to detain her from giving audiences to all persons at any leisure time. What Burgomaster or Mayor of a Town could be easier of access, or more freely spoken so, than this Princess to Hollanders and English? Her affability and sweet Delivery, wherewith she Seasoned all her Virtues, exceed belief. As she excelled all in Majesty, so she suffered none to outdo her in Humanity. I will give you one rare Example of her extraordinary affability and goodness. An Ambassador of a great Prince, after he had paid his Duty to Mary at the Hague, retiring out of the Chamber, lest he should turn his Back to the Princess, went backward, stopping and bowing two or three times. By chance it happened, that after he had bowed a second time, still retreating backward, his Periwig caught hold of a Branch that hung in the room, which either he had not seen, or else had forgot, and pulling it off discovered his Bald Head. The Ambassador blushed, and the Ladies and Maids of Honour could not forbear Laughing; only the Princess did not so much as smile but kept her Countenance with the same Gravity, as when she heard the Embassadour's Address. After the Ambassador was gone, one of the Ladies who was greatly in her favour, admiring the Reservedness of the Princess upon such a Jocular accident, made bold to ask her, how she could hold laughing? To whom the Princess, I should have done the Ambassador an Injury, said she, should I by an unseasonable fit of Laughter, added to the shame and trouble of a Person who was in Confusion and Perplexity enough at what had unhappily, and through no fault of his befallen him: No, Madam, that had been ill done, and against my Duty. With this Serenity of Aspect, and sweetness of her Countenance all people who were admitted to the Queen were so moved, that they could not think they beheld a Queen, but some certain Goddess beneficent and propitious to mankind. A singular Gravity accompanied this Divine Goodness, after a wonderful manner intermixing Majesty and Familiarity together: Add to this, the Graces of her Countenance, the Serenity of her Aspect, the Sparkling and Cheerfulness of her Eyes, and indeed the Majesty of her whole Body. No body could behold her who was not struck with so many Excellencies. No wonder then that so many Ornaments both of Body and Mind, should beget so much Love and Admiration, and love in the minds of all People, in so much that she was beloved, and worshipped like a Goddess sent down from Heaven to enlighten this Age, and procure the safety of so many People, and generally after her Death desired and bewailed.  
Now as she was always like herself, through the whole Course of her Life, so neither did she swerve from herself at her death. The manner of her most pious and constant End, apparently answered, the most Holy Purpose of her whole Life. As against all other fears, so against the most terrible of all Terrors her Courage was Invincible, neither the cruelty of the Disease, nor the unlucky approach of Death in the Flourish of her Age, in the midst of so many soothing Pleasures of this Life, could prevail with the Queen, to show the least sign of sadness. On the other side, when she heard and was sensible of being called away, many and most Illustrious were the signs of her undaunted departing from this Station of Life. When the Right Reverend Archbishop of Canterbury, sent for some few days before she expired, gave her to understand the certain Approach of Death, that she was to prepare for the Journey which all Mortals early or later are to take, placidly, without any sign of a sick Mind, though extremely weakened in Body by the Force of the Disease, she made Answer, That that was not the first Day of her Learning to prepare for Death; for that she had served God during the whole Course of her Life. A saying truly worthy of so great a Queen, worthy the Remembrance of all Ages. She had learned, that then we begin to live when we die. We die as soon as born; every day something is imperceptibly cropped from our Lives, till by degrees the whole be lopped away. And that this most pious Queen neither deceived herself, nor the Archbishop, is apparent from that memorable saying of hers about six years before her fatal day, when she sat by the Bedside of a Noble Person's Wife, whom she highly Loved, and valued, to confirm and comfort her, then drawing her last breath. They who were present desired her, that she would turn away her Eyes from the Expiring Lady. But the Queen refused, saying withal, That it rarely fell out for Persons of her Rank and Quality to see such a Spectacle as now was offered her by the designed Favour of Heaven, to make Advantage of it in better understanding the Vanity of our Life. What Advantage she made of it, the conclusion of her Days sufficiently taught us. After this she fed her Soul with the Celestial Food of the Body and Blood of Christ, with a deep sense of the Pains which our Redeemer Suffered for us. Refreshed with this Sacred Banquet, she cast away all Further Care of Earthly Affairs, that she might think upon nothing else but of Enjoying God, when freed from her Corporeal Imprisonment; that God, whom upon Earth she had so fervently loved, and so purely Worshipped. She bid the King farewell in these words, which are uttered by me in Latin; for you do not hear what she could say, but what she said; I leave the Earth: I hope, dear King, you never mistrusted my Fidelity and Love. Moderate your Grief. I wish that with the same Joy that I depart, with the same easiness you may set bounds to your sorrow. Soon after the Divine MARY expired in the Hands and Embraces of the King, who never left her, nor stirred out of her Chamber Day or Night, whilst she lay labouring under three most cruel Diseases, the Smallpox, an Erysipelas and a Pestilential Fever, either of which was enough to have carried off the strongest of Men.  
'Tis better to pass over in silence the Grief that overwhelmed the King, than to spend time and words in vain. For words cannot be found, that can in any measure express the Vastness of his Grief. Such was always, and so great the Resolution of the most Courageous King, and such his Fortitude, that though assailed with Angry fortune's utmost Fury, he never could be moved, never succumbed, but bore his Adversity with an Elevated mind. Never any Man, whatever were the madness of Raging Disaster, could perceive any change of Countenance in the King. But this same Grief he was not able to withstand, Vanquished by the Force of his Love and Loss; as having lost the most certain and faithful Componion of his Fortune, of his Counsels, his Cares, his Labours, and his Thoughts; who far exceeded all the Excellencies of the Female Sex, that hardly the Virtue of any Woman, in any Age, can be compared to hers. For that reason perhaps it was that Heaven denied her Offspring, lest she should bring forth a worse than herself and her Husband, seeing Nature could go no further.  
No wonder then that Invincible Resolution, that undaunted, yet sedate Courage of William, in all the Rudest Tempests of this Life, was so deeply struck and shaken with this Thunder-Bolt. For he now misses the only Best and Wisest of Queens, when he most needed her, and might have reaped infinite Advantages from her Fidelity, Prudence and Assistance in Governing wisely at Home, while he performed Wonders abroad. There is no man so Iron-hearted, but must be sensible of the Extremity of Pain, when the One half of his Soul is severed from him, by so violent a stroke.  
However, we doubt not, but the King, out of his incredible Wisdom, though his Grief can never be exhausted, will recollect himself, and recall his Mind from the Bitterness of his Grief; to accomplish what he has so prosperously begun, that Work, which turns the Eyes of all Europe upon him, on whom the Fate of it depends: To the End that by his Conduct and Counsel, Ease, Tranquillity and Security may be restored to so fair a Portion of the Habitable World; and Peace so settled, that not only Arms may be laid down, but with those Arms all fear of taking 'em up again.  
Wherefore as all men unmeasurably Grieve for the Death of the Queen, as being a Wound by which all suffer; so now again all Pray for the Safety and Preservation of the King; all, who are concerned for the safety and liberty of Europe.  
Marry was; The Flower of Queens was once; the Ornament of the Age, the Love of the People, the Delight of the World, the Granary of the Poor, the Altar of the miserable. Thou, best and Greatest of Queens hast lost nothing, who Reapest now Eternal Beatitude, the Fruit of a Life so Piously, so Chastely, so Prudently Led, exempt from all the Cares and Troubles wherewith we miserable Wretches are tossed by Storms and Waves of these wicked times.  
The King has lost the Alleviation of his Cares, the Ornament of the People in Prosperity, their Aid in Adversity; and all good Men their main Tower of Defence.  
Thou Departedst this Life in the Flower of thy Age; but what remorseless Death has abstracted from the Number of thy Years, men will add as much and more to the Eternal Glory, Fame and Remembrance of thy Name. That was not to be said thy Life which thou ledst in the Chains of thy Mortal Body; but is to be called thy Life which thou art to Live, immortal in the Hearts and Minds of all People, who will always burn with Love and Admiration of thy Virtues. Thou hast no reason to grieve, that thou didst not bless the King with Offspring, the only thing which many thought was wanting to complete thy happiness of Earth; and which indeed is a more than ordinary Grief, both to the King and us. For as of old, when Epaminondas was upbraided with want of Issue, he boasted, that he left a Daughter behind him, meaning the Battle of Leuctra, which would not only survive him, but be Immortal; so thou, most Blessed MARY, the Mother of so many Kingdoms and People, the Mother of the Oppressed, the Mother of the Poor and Needy, wilt leave behind thee so many Daughters that will never Die, the Eternal Encomiums and Sempiternal Glory of thy Goodness, Beneficence, Charity, Clemency, Mildness, and the rest of thy other most lovely Virtues, which will live immortal in the Remembrance of all Posterity. This Life will prolong thy Consecrated Memory to after Ages. Nor Marble Mausoleum, nor Golden Urn shall hide thee; Thy Tomb shall be our Breasts.  
DIXI.   

A Funeral Oration TO THE SACRED MEMORY OF THE Most Serene and Potent MARY II. QUEEN of Great Britain, France and Ireland.  
By Francis Spanheimius, F. F. Chief Professor of the Academy of Leyden.  
Pronounced by Public Authority in the Hall of the Most Illustrious States.  
Upon the Day of the Royal Obsequies, March 5. 1694-95.  
Containing many Remarkable Passages in the Life and Death of Her Late Majesty, not hitherto made Public.  
LONDON. Printed for John Dunton at the Raven in Jewen-street, and are to be Sold by Edm. Richardson near the Poultry-Church. MDCXCV.   

A Funeral Oration UPON MARY II.  
QUEEN of Great Britain, France and Ireland.  
WHether I should express myself in Inarticulate Lamentations, intermixed with Tears and Sobs, among so Great and so many Provocations to Grief, that am to be a Spectacle of Mourning to ye all (most Sorrowful Assembly of all Degrees and Orders) or whether I should let loose my Tongue, Speechless almost, and motionless, through the bitterness of my Anguish, into articulate Words, though interrupted with frequent Throbs, astonished and forsaken by my Senses, I was long time considering. No man can believe that a Flood of Eloquence should flow from his Mouth whose Eyes are blubbered, Cheeks are overflowed with Torrents of Water continually streaming, while we bewail the Funeral of this Day. These Walls deformed with ghastly and unusual Accoutrements; this very Pulpit resembling a Scaffold prepared for some sad Execution, the alteration of our Senators Weeds, every Order in Sable, and the Muses in Black, the Ensigns of Magistracy reversed, our Citizens with dejected Looks, every where a profound Silence, every where dropping Eyes and deluged Cheeks more livelily and forcibly express, even without an Interpreter, the Grief unspeakable, beyond what Imagination can Comprehend, and so ponderous upon the Hearts of all Men, than it is in the Power of Human Utterance to do, though every particular Member of the Body were turned into Tongues, and resounded forth several Moans and Lamentations. Must I be the Person, I who first in this same School, in a Public Speech congratulated not so much the Royal Ensigns of Kingdoms offered to William and Mary, tied together in an Association rarely known (Oh that it had been Eternal) Two the Choicest Boons of Heaven bestowed on the Britannic World, and the two Tutelar Numen upon Earth of the Universal Church: Must I be the first, bound by the Sacred Tie of Duty to those who in their own Right have Authority to Command, after they had once ordained this solemn Day, wherein No Body counterfeits Grief, that am obliged to perform the Office of a Herald of Death; to Proclaim the Death of Britannic Mary. It was unanimously agreed then, Conscript Fathers, the Best of Queens is gone; in which one word all things are comprehended: Not in the sense of the Lacedæmonians, who at the Funerals of their Kings, always called the Last the Best: Nor as Nero styled his Poppaea, the Genius of the City, which was the Surname of the Best Emperors; but She is gone, who, by the General Voice of all People, so deserved the Appellation of BEST, that while it remains the allowed Glory of Kings and Queens in this World, can never be ascribed to any other by the same Universal Consent of Mankind. The most Splendid, and most Benign Constellation (if ever any other enlightened and shed down its Influences upon Earth) of Britain is set; the Constellation of the United Belgian States is set, but in an Eternal and Gloomy Night, only now to refresh both Nations with the sole shadow of her Name. MARY is set, like that Star which causes the vicissitudes of Day and Night, returning from whence first of all She rose. And in this Common, though far different loss of all men, WILLIAM bewails more than the one Half of his Soul: The Court, as it were grown decrepit with Age, bewails their Delight: The Kingdoms bewail an Empress hardly shown to 'em, yet Greater than the Narrow Limits of Kingdoms or an Age could contain: The Subjects bewail their most Indulgent Mother, more truly then formerly Livia or Julia the Pious, the Mother of their Country, the Senate and the Armies: Holland bewails her Foster-Child, as it were ravished and torn from her tender Bosom, wherein she had continually cherished Her, even divided from the whole World beside. The Female Sex now misses. Her that was their Lustre, their Excellency, their Glory: The Universal Church, her most loving Protectrix: They that were stripped of all their Fortunes, their Liberal Reliever: The Miserable, the Asswager of their Calamities: The Oppressed, their certain Consolation; The Banished, their not to be violated Sanctuary: The Sons of Peace, their Irene truly so called: Lastly, All Ages, all Orders, all Nations, who ever they are that in the highest Station of Human Affairs, reverence Virtue and Piety, miss their most Sacred, and most United Head. And who among us is not deeply affected and pierced to the Heart, in beholding the Mournful sight of one single WILLIAM, that most invincible Hero, resembling some One of those most Valiant Captains, who being oppressed by some sudden Astonishment, stand Speechless for a while; at least bewailing the Companion of his Counsels and his Labours, his Delights and Royal Functions snatched from an unexpected Fate? Of that WILLIAM, who was never puffed up with Prosperity, nor broken by Adversity, who terrified by no dangers, nor dismayed at any Terrible Accident; as if his Breast were environed with a Threefold Corslet of Brass, or that he carried not an Iron but an Adamantine Heart; now wounded beyond the Aid of Cure, cannot refrain from Tears and Throbs; as not being wounded or pierced through by any Bullet of his Enemy, but by a Force surpassing Human, God Himself (which befell the most Holy Men) thus wrestling with our Hero in a Dark and Bitter Night, till at length the Supreme Creator of all things rend away the Rib that stuck to his Royal Side; not when he was asleep, as in that Fabric of Eve, but when he was awake and watching o'er the Public Safety. And this was a Pain, which the First of Husbands, in Primitive Felicity was not able cope with. Yet does he not sink under so much Grief; nor does the Greatest of Hero's refuse to submit his Equal Courage to the Arbiter of Life and Death so cruelly afflicting his Royal Bowels. So neither would it become us, who ought, in imitation of so Great a King, to lift up ourselves to him by whom all Human Affairs are governed with a Nod, this sad and unfortunate Day, to solemnize the Royal Exequys with Female Lamentations or the hired Howl of the Ancient Praesicae, which the Law of the Twelve Tables forbid the Roman Matrons, or to fill the Market, Public Streets, the Temples and Tribunals with hideous Clamours. For neither Breasts distended with vain Sighs, nor Countenances composed to sadness, nor the warm streams of Tears still gushing from our Eyes, will afford any alleviation to our afflicted Minds; these being many times vain Shows and Ostentation of Sorrow, which the Bitterness and Solemnity of our Present Calamity abhors above what it is possible to imagine. What then? Shall we suppress and hide our Grief, until we turn into Noibe's and Stones; shall we make known our deeply conceived Sorrow to our Fellow Citizens, to the People, to succeeding Posterity by no Demonstrations of Piety, by no long lasting Monument? For Rome, the Mistress of the World decreed to the Women in High Stations, after their deceases, no less then to the Soveaign Emperors, besides Divine Honours, and the Vows of Sacrilegious Piety, Funeral Encomiums also, such as were made with Solemn Pomp, and in public Commemoration of their Virtue; upon Augustus' Livia, Nero's Poppaea, Hadrian's Sabina, Antoninus Pius' Faustina, and Severus' Julia Domna. But for the most part these things were so carried by the control of those that Governed, or according to the prevailing Manners of a loose Court and a dissolute People, that the Dishonours and Disgraces of their Sex were Consecrated to Immortality under the Names Juno's, Venus' and Mothers of the Gods. With the same Confidence and Lust of Flattery, did the Princes that succeeded extol the Father's Praise: The Tables transmit to Eternity the Clemency and Moderation of Tiberius, the Prudence of Claudius, the Patience of Hadrian, the Indulgence of Caracalla, the Noble Acts of Commodus, as if they had been born to eternize the Roman Name. Oh! how different is the Reason of this Days most Religious Solemnity, by which the whole World is made a Witness of Batavian Piety! How far different are thief Parentals, truly Just, the sign of Love and Judgement, which the Fathers of this Republic and Academy have by a Solemn Decree, and with redoubled Honour, decreed to MARY the AUGUST. Imitating the Piety of Octavius Caesar, who ascribed that Honour to his Sister Octavia, a Renowned Woman, that the Emperor himself, in the Julian Temple, and Drusus in the Public Place of Judicature, in Mourning Vestments delivered themselves in Praise of the Deceased. How far that Commendation of this Queen is from Idolatry, most Noble Auditors, or from whatever vain Ambition is usually wont fallaciously to forge, I leave to you; the Commendation of a Queen, whose Divine Genius, Pure and chaste Virtue and Immortal Glory, all People, Subjects and Confederates, Domestics and Foreigners, they who reverence Virtue in an Enemy, with equal consent of Mind and Voice, admire and extol to the Skies. Nay, the Fucus's of Flatteries, and all crisped and curled Orations would as much dishonour Her Sacred MANES, as not only the Bitterness of our Sorrow forbids the practice of such Delusions, in commanding us to lay aside all Gaiety of Ornament, but She Herself, who when alive and breathing, but sparingly admitted moderate Praises; and not only expelled from her Royal Presence all Adulterated Beauties, all Dissimulation and Sycophantizing Language, all Feigned Acclamations, the very Pests of the Court and Mothers of Nero, but was always wont to call 'em the Affronts of Majesty. For my part, Fathers, Collegiates, Citizens and Strangers, in this condition of my dejected Mind, I shall be so far from all Assentation, or suspicion of Immoderate Praise as my Oration is distant from necessity. And if I have take upon me this day the Task of paying a Last Duty to the IMMORTAL WOMAN, believe it done not out of any confidence of Performance, nor any profuse Ostentation of Piety, but merely out of Shame to refuse; for the truth of which I appeal to those that sit at the Helm of our Affairs. But when I revolve in my mind, that formerly upon occasions of Important and Public Mourning, Kings themselves took this Office upon 'em, David of Old, and since him, Persons of Consular Dignity, from Valerius Publicola, sometimes the Caesars or Princes of the Roman Youth, when Julius, Augustus, Tiberius, Drusus, Caligula, Nero ascended the Tribunal, to Commemorate dishonoured Virtue with that Majesty of Countenance that became it. When I am in the midst of silent Contemplation to renew Reflections upon this August Queen, of whom nothing Low, nothing Mortal aught to be said; Octavianus Caesar himself refusing the Panegyrics of any but the Sublimest of Wits: Lastly, When I behold All you that with Anxious and Wistful Looks surround this Pulpit, nothing from without presents itself to my Eyes, nothing to my Mind and Affections, but what is sufficient to cast down a Person worn with years, and almost spent with Labour, but most certainly languishing with the Public Sorrow, and to deter him from speaking. Therefore in so much plenty of Matter, I shall shorten this Funeral Encomium of mine, from which the strictness of going according to the Laws of Panegyric is not to be exacted; such a one as the Father of Grecian Eloquence was longer Elaborating then the Macedonian Victor was subduing almost all the World: And in kindness to your Patience and my own Infirmities, I shall leave it to Masters of Art, Men of Florid Age and Elocution, to expatiate upon what I have contracted, beseeching your Pardon at the beginning, if my Abilities prove not equal to the Majesty of a most August Princess, or the Bitterness of my Anguish.  
How Bright soever be that Star, which sometimes sharpened into Horns, sometimes with a Half Face, at length with a full Orb, in some measure, supplies and mitigates the Absence of the Sun, it shines not however with its own Light, but borrows all its splendour from the Aspect and situation of the Sun. In like manner the World has frequently beheld Illustrious and far shining Women, but that I may speak in the Words of one Septimius, they have more truly glittered with the Decorations of their Husbands then their own: Much of Light and Splendour since Her Conjunction with the Present Sun of the European World has been added to our Heroess, from the Reflections of his Beams. However She shone with Her own, and Her ownmost Radiant Light, and made it doubtful, which way She from Herself diffused the serenest Light, whether by her Royal Descent, or by wielding the Royal Sceptre, Herself in her own Right Associate of the Empire, or lastly by Her Royal Virtues and Graces, conspicuous through all the Regions of the Earth. Where the Sun hides, and where he brings forth Day.  
And wherein She far surpasses the Lot of all Women: What August Queen did ever the least Fabulous Annals, what Queen did former Intervals of Ages, measured by the Line of our Ancestors, or the Times wherein we live, ere show to the World, who from an interrupted series of succession of Kings, like Hers, derived her Birth; and of whom with more Justice, and without Assentation it be unanimously said, 
Missa per innumeros Sceptra tuetur Avos?  
— Sceptres does She defend,  
That from unnumbered Ancestors descend?  We take no Notice of Kings descended from the Immortal Gods; the Father of the Romulean Race from Mars, the Macedonian Amyntas or Philip from Hercules, the Hornbearing Alexander from Jupiter, the Julian Pedigree from Aeneas and Venus, into which the Wife of Augustus, by the Name of the Goddess Julia is to be inserted. How much more true and sacred, without offence to these Deities, was the Original of this PRINCESS, who understood Herself to be not only the Progeny of the Stuarts, from Robert the Second, Surnamed the Happy, and three Ages lower, but from a more Ancient Original of the Royal Race in Scotland, not to descend into the dubious Succession of Hector Boetius: Then from the Anglo-Saxons, by the Marriage of Margaret to Malcolm the Second. From the Norman, by the Marriage of the Daughter of Henry VII, and Elizabeth, the Wife of James IV. From the Danes, by Ann Her Great Grandmother. Lastly from the Blood of France, by Her Grandmother, Marry of Bourbon, the no less Unfortunate Mother of the unfortunate James. So that to what ever corner of the Heaven our Heroess turned Her Eyes, she certainly saw her Ancestors Cloth with Royal Dignity.  
But though she were descended from such a Progeny of Kings (and would to God she had been the Mother of Kings) Since Women born, there never was any like her, who as it were forgetful of her Extraction, of her Ancestors, and the Power derived from Antiquity, which many believe to be sufficient to authorise their Transgression, who carried herself more humbly to all Fortunes, Degrees and Conditions of Men, even to the poorest sort, negligent of her Station and that Towering Throne, from whence with her Great WILLIAM she gave Laws to so many spacious Kingdoms, so many Seas, Islands and People. MARY, in that same High Degree of Dignity would not be thought unworthy of the Sceptres of her Ancestors, nor the Glory of her Progenitors, nor her own proper Lot to Command and Reign. She bore in mind, that High and Low were in subjection to the same Law of saving and coming into the World; though the same Fortune and Splendour did not attend all alike, yet all were of the same Mould, they who are clothed with Imperial Purple, and they who are forced to shroud themselves under the meanest Cottages: Which was the saying of Socrates, that there was no difference between Alcibiades, nobly descended, and the most Obscure Porter: She well knew, that Long descent and Ancient Lineage, were but vain shadows; that the Blood which is sprightly and ruddy in Youth, grows languid and degenerates with Age; or rather that the Beams of the most Splendid Light diffuse themselves upon Common-sewers: That is to say, upon Julia's and Agrippina's, upon Caligula's and Nero's, upon Domitian's and Nero's, born to be the Insamy of their Families; rather Excrements then Blood. Whence it came to pass, that they rather chose to be accounted the Heads and founders of their Race and Name, then that it should be thought the Glory of their Ancestors extinguished in them.  
I remember, Noble Hearers, the one day that this Pious and Pensive Princess recalling to Mind her Father, who had so lately ruled most flourishing Kingdoms, but gone astray from that Faith which the Laws of God and Man had established ever since the Reign of Edward VI, the Josiah of his Age, and which his Father and Grandfather had subscribed to; I remember, I say, that being admitted into her Private Chapel, after she had let fall a shower of Tears, she gave thanks to God, the Supreme Parent of all things, who sometimes forsook the Sons and grandchildren of Hero's, sometimes in them supplied what was wanting in their Parents, correcting the Vice of Nature by the Benefit of Grace. Which when I had confirmed by the Examples of herself, and her Great Grandfather James the Son of Unfortunate Mary; and that it was done by the same Miracle of Grace, as we daily see Nature produce Gold and Diamonds out of stony and craggy Mountains, and Sweet Juices out of Bitter Roots, I added by way of Consolation of her Afflicted Piety, that perhaps the Father of so many Tears and Sighs would not be lost in Heaven. Whose chiefest Glory it was to have begot MARY; and from whom she received her Being, while he on the other side received from his Daughter the benefit and aid of her Prayers, than which there is nothing of greater force to expugn the Clemency of Heaven; and a useful Pattern of Grace, which she every day set before his Eyes. And indeed whatever there was of Great that raised our Heroess above all the Queens of all Former Ages, whatever the English almost adored in her, what the Batavian loved, the Germane honoured, the Swisser reverenced, and the girning and reluctant French admired, Fame has also so loudly proclaimed to the utmost Limits of the Hyperborean, Eastern and Western World, that she can never be said to have celebrated the fame of any other Woman, as she has sounded forth in Praise of this Princess. And all this we must certainly conclude was ne'er infused into her by any Human, but by a Divine, an Immortal Operation.  
In the first place that most Sweet and Holy Name of MARY, consecrated from the very Birth of Grace itself, was a most Auspicious Augury of the Future Salvation, Restoration and Security of Britain. And it was as fortunate in Ours as it was Ominous and Fatal in Four Former AVE-MARIES of England, Scotland, France, and lastly of Italy, whose Fame, Religion trampled under foot, the Sacred Worship of God profaned, Laws violated, Halters, Slaughter-Houses, Racks, Funeral Piles and Flaming Busts, and lately the Church itself upon the brink of Ruin, and groaning under most oppressive Servitude proclaim far and near. In like manner as the mournful Annals of the Church declare both the Substance and the Omen to have failed, under former Christian Governments in the Fausta's, Eudoxia's, Honoria's, Eusebias, Theodora's, Irene's; Specious indeed but empty Names of Christian Queens in former Ages. And therefore Britain that had been ruined by mary's, was at length to be preserved by a Mary; and as it was of old, by many ways afflicted by two William's First and Second, so it received New Life and Spirit from WILLIAM the THIRD. On the other side, by a contrary Example, in the Name of James the Second, as in the fatal Names of Darius, Philip, Antiochus, Aristobulus, Augustus and Constantine, we see the unfortunate Catastrophe of that which began under the same Names with joyful and lucky Auspexes.  
But above all things, who among ye can forbear to admire the Conduct of the Supreme Architect, who framed this wonderful Structure at the Beginning, without the Aid or Knowledge of the Sleeping Parent of Mankind, when this Goodly Form, this Pulchritude and Procerity of Female Body represents itself before your Eyes, not Hero like, but rather almost Divine; such a Majestic Forehead, such a Graceful Countenance, such Radiant Eyes, such an Harmony of Shape and Lineaments, accompanied with Sweetness of Favour, and a Charming Aspect in our MARY, surpassing all the Graces and Venus' of the Greek, though enlivened with Apellaean Colours. Deserving indeed not only more than Mortal Empire, which the Ethiopians decreed to Majesty of Form, but also of Eternity of Reign, if any such thing might be granted upon Earth. Her Celestial Courage, her Lofty Mind, Her Wit that penetrated the most hidden Recesses, Her Judgement certain and unacquainted with Mistake, Her inexhaustible Thirst of Reading, the incredible Treasure of Her Memory, Her Heroic Genius, all these were deposited in a Royal Domicil or rather Temple, reared by the same Architect as the Universe. There was eminently to be seen in her Words, in her Aspect, in her Habit, in her Eyes, in the Posture and Carriage of her Body, unaffected Sincerity, Fidelity, Candor, and whatever else could procure Love and Reverence. Besides the Gracefulness of her Delivery, the Accomplished understanding of three Languages, and her Knowledge of things Divine and Human, she was adorned to perfection with harmless and chaste Manners, which no Impurities could defile, no envenomed Breath, no Pestiferous Gales, the Familiar Contagion of Courts, could ever infect. Her pure and spotless Mind might rather be broken, like Crystal Glasses cracked by the Infusion of Poison, then endure what was not accompanied with Virtue and Honesty, or some public or private benefit. So that whatever most usually puffs up with Arrogance, or corrupts with Stomachful Pride, a Sex most covetous of Rule: What makes others swell and look down upon their Inferiors with Contempt, as Nobility of Extraction, Beauty, Wit and Wealth, like Boxes glittering without with Gold and Gems, but within enclosing Arsenic, such as have more of Aloes than Honey, all these Blemishes of her Sex, she was a Princess who from her Infancy detested. So that she whom the Supreme Parent of Nature had rendered every way perfect and fortunate, bewailing only this one thing, that she was better than her Father; she, when but a Child, was never observed to swell, or abate of her usual Affability, Mildness, Easiness to give admission, or of the humble Opinion she had always of herself. And as much as there was in her Countenance of ingenuous and Royal Erubescency, so much was there in her Heart, of Bashful Modesty; by which means Majesty was always seasoned with Benignity, Gravity with Cheerfulness, Clemency with Severity. And as many as were admitted to the Presence and Ear of so Great a Princess, knew they were to undergo a perpetual combat with her Modesty, so that they must be forced to submit their discourses to this same Modesty, or else to be silent altogether.  
Conscript Fathers, I speak those things which are vulgarly known, chiefly aiming at this, that no man should believe, so many and such great Endowments of Mind were transmitted into MARY with the Blood of the Father and Mother; which were the only Workmanship of God, who would only vouchsafe by this to show how far he could accomplish Nature, and this I boldly and confidently aver. For in the most Corrupt times of King Charles and King James' Courts, when Popery adventured not only to creep in privately, but pulling off her Vizor, to rush in with open force; when Religion was a Cloak for Fraudulent Artifices; when Effeminate Arts, Dissolute Clemency, Undecent Practices and Wanton Pastimes were the Delights of the Court, and Flexible Youth was led away by the Princes as they pleased themselves; it came to pass, not without the Assistance of God himself, that all this while MARY and AND, under the tuition of Noble Matrons, and other Exquisite and Pious Instructors, as formerly the two Sisters Pulcheria and Arcadia the Daughters of Eudoxia, by the Order of Charles II. were kept to a strict Discipline. By whom the Minds of the Royal Virgins, that were one day to be advanced to Sovereign Dignity, might be rightly formed, and excited not so much to the Desires of a Pompous and Illustrious Fortune, as to the Study of true Piety, and a Religion purged from Superstition. Thus Nature has taught us, that Parian Marbles are to be cut smooth, Ivory plained, and Diamonds polished; that Gold is to be purified, Plants and Trees to be trimmed and lopped, and the choicest Seeds to be improved by Art, when no Industry can Correct or Polish the Pumice, the Tophus and Spung. These being then the first Initiations of both Princesses, the most prudent Henry, Bishop of London, being afterwards to improve the Inherent Promptitude of Nature, and the management of their Infancy, our MARY by degrees, having already made her choice, so accustomed herself to reading and hearing at the Feet of Jesus, which she washed with the daily and most fragrant Perfumes of her Prayers, Oblations and Vows, that afterwards she valued all other things as little worth, looked upon 'em as Empty Vanities, and an Imaginary Shadow of Glory, and ceased thenceforward to admire, 
Aulae Fumum & Opens, strepitumque:  
The Smoke, the Riches and Noise  of the Court, and whatever Ambitious Minds hunt after, without the Pale of Heavenly Contemplation, like the Crow flying about the Empty World out of the Ark of Noah. I will report a known Truth. When first the News was brought of the Inauspicious, but certain Nuptials of James the Father, with Marry of Modena, by the Mediation of LEWIS, not only she, toge with AND her Sister, with a Cast-down Countenance and Watery Eyes received the Tidings, attended with a deluge of Tears, which Doctor Thomas Doughty, then Domestic Chaplain, could by no means put a stop to, but our MARY also after she somewhat alleviated her Sorrow with Weeping, broke forth into these Expressions, worthy to be engraved in Cedar. However things fall out, said she I hope we shall preserve immaculate to God our Faith and our Religion, let all other things pass away, which we shall look upon as of little consequence. What certain presages were these, Most Noble Hearers, that the HEPOESS, whom we bewail, would one day be the most inexpugnable Tower and solid Bulwark of the more Holy Religion, and a most perfect Exemplar of those Virtues, which would render her the Immortal Desire both of us and our Posterity.  
But from these Exercises of her Youth, she was called to Greater and Higher Things, and to lay the Foundations of Empire and Council, under the Conduct of WILLIAM HENRY: And what a Name was that! This was he to whom the Divine Wand, and that Mortal pointing out the way, marked out MARY of Britain, she that was only to kindle his Flame; She that among all Women was the only Person fit for his Choice, to be the Glory and Ornament of his Conjugal Life, and such a One as Solomon sought, but could not find among thousands. As He alone among all the Hero's and Princes, truly Christian, was brightly Eminent and fit for MARY'S Wish to be the Conductor of her Youth and Life: As in whom there was a Concurrence of all Praises and Universal Glory: As in whom alone all those Great Things met, divided of Old in the Persons of the four Ephori that were to instruct the Persian Princes, selected to the Government of the Empire; of which, the First to infuse Religion; the Second, to govern the Affections; the Third, to inspire Fortitude of Mind; and the Fourth, to infuse Love of Justice into those that were to Reign. And MARY so deeply imprinted in her Mind the Image of this Great Master, and her Mind being capable of Great Things, beyond her Sex, she profited so well, by the Company of so Great a Prince, not only by his Instructions, but by his Example, that she was taught to Reign before she could know herself. I will faithfully relate what I only heard myself, and therefore can attest. While she stayed at the Hague, after the Expedition for England, expecting a Wind, I was admitted to the Presence of the Royal Princess, and found her turmoiled with many Cares and deep Cogitations. At what time she, who was never wanting in any measure of Familiarity, casting a Propitious Look upon the Interpreters of the Holy Bible, delivered herself in these Expressions to me.  
What a Severe and Cruel Necessity, said she, now lies upon me, either to forsake a Father, whom my Grandmother first ruined, (hence France the Author of our Parent's Calamity,) or to forsake a Husband, my Country, nay God himself, and my Soul, my Nearest and my Dearest Pledge.  
'Tis a Cruel Necessity indeed, Madam, answered I, but not to be avoided; Heaven not enduring divided Duty, nor divided Affections; Heaven, that has not only joined you by an Eternal Tie to WILLIAM, but calls you to Succour your Labouring if not Perishing Country, the Church of God, your Religion, and these your Batavians, over whose Necks the Sword or Bondage hang. You forsake a Father, Madam, 'tis true, but who first forsook Himself, Nature, his Children, Kingdoms, Religion, Laws, his Word, and the Hopes of his Subjects; who departed himself from the Government, that he might serve the Conveniences of those, who under the pretence of False Religions, measure all things Divine and Human by their own Advantages. And when I added, that she was called by the Voice of Heaven from a most delightful Ease, to be the Companion of WILLIAM in his Cares and Toils, and unless our Wishes failed us, to the Government of one of the Greatest Empires in the World.  
ay, said the Very Image of Modesty itself, I Govern a People and Wield Sceptres! I who have only learned to handle, next the Sacred Bible, Books that either may instruct or recreate the Mind, then to handle my Needle, Pen or Pencil, or to mind my Flowers, Garden, or whatever else belongs to my Family Affairs, or calls off our Sex from the Contagion of Idleness! And therefore be not deceived in your Opinion, continued she, smiling, as if the Prince by his Society had instructed me in the Arts of Peace and War. 'Tis true, after Hard Hunting, or wearied with Continual Audiences, or tired with Incessant Cares for the Good of the Republic, He comes to my Chamber, about Suppertime, upon this Condition, that I should not tyre him more with multiplicity of Questions, but rather strive to recreate him overtoiled and almost spent, with pleasing Jests, that might revive him with Innocent Mirth.  
Thus you see, most Noble Auditors, that MARY may be said to have been, for the greatest part, her own School-mistress in the most difficult of all Arts, the Art of Reigning; nor would she so lately have taken Empire upon her, had it not been to preserve the Empire from Ruin. And indeed her first Rudiments, from the time that she betook herself to the Helm of the Republic, while WILLIAM was labouring beyond the Seas to stop the Career of an Impetuous Enemy, equalled if not surpassed the consummate Foresight, Sagacity, Courage, Virtue and fidelity, as well in Council as in the Field, either of the Marcia's, formerly among the Britons, or the Zenobia's in the East. And that which amazed the World was this, that neither the Pride, nor the Ambition of those Women actuated her; yet when all things were in a Tottering Condition within the Kingdom, when the surrounding Ocean shook with gallic Thunder, and all good men were struck with astonishment, and under the Terror of dubious Event, she showed a Courage undaunted and unacquainted with Fear. The British Sea was covered with the Enemy's Fleet, in a manner Victorious, and contemning Female Empire, blocked up the English Havens, when at the same time, after their Fidelity sold and adulterated for Money, the English and their Admiral looked on as immovable, while the Belgian Ships deserted by Nefarious Conspiracy, were sunk and battered, when they least expected it. Within the Bosom of the Kingdom also, Fell Conspirators endeavoured through hidden and pernicious Mines, not delved with Spade or Pickax, but Horrid Machinations, to open a way to a most Crafty Enemy, who under the Specious pretence of James' Name, not only threatened the Queen with Chains, the English with Servitude, Religion with Exile, and to mix all things with Confusion, Slaughter, Conflagration, Sack and Rapine, but sang their IO Triumphs, as if the Town had been their own. In Flanders, through a certain Fatal Misfortune, and by the Craft rather than the Courage of French Impetuosity, our Horse giving way to their first Fury, the Confederate Forces were worsted. All this while WILLIAM was a great way off in Ireland, where the French in conjunction with the perfidious Irish, possessed all the Cities, Towns, Castles, Fortresses, Ports, and the Metropolis of the whole Kingdom. Nor were Affairs in a doubtful condition only, but almost desperate, beyond the Power of Human Sagacity to imagine, that ever our Hero, in view of an opposing Enemy, should ford the Boyn, as Caesar did the Rhine and Baetis, exposing his Royal Person, not unwounded neither, to the Cannon Bullets, and Musket Hail, and in one day put the Barbarians with their French Confederates to flight, and constrain Trembling James to quit the Island. In the midst of so many straits, what did MARY do? Did She despond, was She terrified with the hideousness of the Danger? Did She shake for fear, when Et Tellus atque Horrida contremuerunt Aequora? Was she afraid of suborned Ruffians? Did she slink away from the Royal Palace? Did she, dubious what Course to take, commit herself to Fortune, expecting the Event? Or rather did she not with a Manly Courage, an Example unheard of for many Ages backward, appear a HEROESS the more Undaunted in the distress of Affairs, Shine more great in the midst of so many Adversities, and with a Presence of Mind, Wise in Council, Swift in Execution, stop the Threatening Navy, dissipate the Machinations without, raise the drooping Spirits of the Consternated, inspire Fortitude into the Cowardly, suppress the Rebellious, terrify the Perfidious, break the Cataline's Conspiracy, revive the destituted and forsaken Belgians, and disperse and dispel the terrible Storms and Tempests that threatened on every side: Every where Ubiquitary, in the Palace, in the Council Chamber, in the Camp, in the Temple: Supplying all the Offices of a Queen, of a Senator, of a Captain by Sea and Land, and of a Flamen, raising towards Heaven all Pious and Christian Devotion.  
Haec nos Foeminea vidimus acta manu.  
These things we saw by Female hand performed.  
These Acts of Taming a Haughty Enemy, and preserving her Country, were her first Essays: These were Auspicious Commencements of that Deborah, who disappointed and brought down more than one Sisera, curbed with a then seasonable Fear. Soon after, all things being composed, and the last Night, as it were of British Liberty, being changed into serene Daylight, and her Royal Spouse being restored to herself and to his Kingdoms, she returned to her former Quiet and Tranquillity of Mind. The rest▪ who can be ignorant of most, Noble Hearers, how MARY while WILLIAM marched with his Victorious Arms beyond the Seas, quelling the Haughty Fierceness of the French, and disappointing by provident Delay their crafty Stratagems, how our HEROESS quite extinguished the Remainders of the Irish War, by the Courage and Conduct conspicuous in War of our Athlone? Then how still she duly Day and Night watched over the Safety of her Kingdoms, her Subjects and the Common Cause; how Assiduous she was in Court and Council whole Days together to advise with all People for the Common Welfare; how she ordered Heaven to be Violenced by Prayers of the People through the whole Kingdom, rather imitating her Example, then in Obedience to the Public Proclamations, for the Preservation of WILLIAM; and which I look upon to be more than all the rest, how by severe Edicts she Triumphed not only over Treachery and Envy, but over Impiety and Profaneness?  
This AUGUST Queen being such, and so Great a Person; so endowed with a Genius so capacious to manage the Affairs of Peace and War, both in Council and the Field, and so true a Keeper of Secrets, no wonder the Magnanimous Hero rested secure in the Bosom of His MARY: If he trusted her Prudence with his most Important and Toward Secrets; which her Curiofity never affected: If sometimes pressed, though never oppressed by the Weight of Affairs, and Burden of his Cares, he called her to his Assistance, and equally divided with his Royal Consort, even in most important and difficult Affairs, One Mind, and One Will, his Leisure and his Business, his Profperity and his Misfortunes; and that always the same Union of Hearts, the same Conjugal Fidelity, the same AUGUST CONCORD, never disturbed with Discontents or Clamours, have always been the Glory of their Nuptial Chamber, since their first Consecrated Tie of Individual Society. So that their Two Souls seemed to be United in One; not so much by the Mixture of one Common Blood, or the Law of Conjugal Necessity, as by the Resemblance of Manners, and an Emulation to reach Heaven. Far unlike to what the Historian writes of Placidia, the Daughter of Theodosius the Great, Married to the Haughty Visigoth, Athaulphus, That there was then a Brittle Disposition of Clay joined to a Disposition of Iron. Livia is also Recorded to have been Easy to Augustus, feigning herself wholly at the Beck of her Husband; not for her Husband's sake, but for her own and her Child's; for whose Advancement she became a Mother pernicious to the Republic, and suspected of her Husband's Death. And whatever Sempronius Gracchus and Caius Caesar boast of their Cornelia's, M. Antonius of his Octavia, Drusus of his Antonia, Germanicus of Agrippina, or Trajan of his Plotina; Whatever the British History vaunts of Marcia Proba, the Wife of Guitheline; of Maud the Good, Wife of Henry the First; of Joan Beaufort Married to James the First, King of Scotland; of Eleanore of Castille, the Wife of Edward the First; Philippe of Hainault Married to Edward the Third, for their Manly Deeds, for the Preservation of their Husbands or their Kingdoms, or for their Conjugal Fidelity; certainly WILLIAM might justly exalt his Single MARY above all the Wives of Former Times. Than whom no Woman Greater for her Courage, more Religious in her Affection, more Amiable in her Countenance, more Modest in her Habit, more Affable in her Discourse, or who with a more obedient Readiness to serve her Royal Consort, whether present or absent; was more his Counsellor, his Hands, his Ears, his Eyes, and every way more Assistant to him. Certainly this was the true Rose of YORK, born indeed among Thorns, yet free from Prickles herself; whose Heart was without Gall, her Forehead without a Frown, her Words without any Sting, her Modesty without any Focus, her Piety without any Pretence, or Veil, unless you mean the Veil of Modesty, Chastity and Humility; in which sense Piety is represented Veiled in the Ancient Coins; and as now lately the August WILLIAM told his Mournful Bishops and Grandees, That MARY'S outside was known to Them; but that her Intrinsic and Just Value was only known to himself.  
But as in this Mortal life, no Man can hope for perfect Happiness, and for that Human Affairs are many times the Sport of Human Wisdom, so this one thing was wanting to our Incomparable QUEEN; I mean the Appellation of Mother, Mother of the World, Mother of the Gods, Mother of Kingdoms. God so providing, because he never perpetuates his choicest Blessings to the World. Then, left if WILLIAM and MARY, two Miracles of Nature and Grace had had Issue between 'em, either the Offspring might have degenerated from so great Parents, and have eclipsed their Glory: Or had they filled up the Measure of so great Names, they would have exceeded the Lot of Mortals, and by the Dazzle of so much Light and Majesty, given Man a Pretence by too much Veneration, to have injured Religion and the Worship of the Immortal God. Nor did MARY brook her BARRENNESS with Impatience: She did not cry out, Give me Children, or else I die: She did not Contend with Heaven, nor Violence it with querulous Complaints; but so put up her Prayers to the Almighty, that, though unanswered, they might rather inflame her Piety and Faith: I say, her Piety, most Noble Auditors, which MARY looked upon to be the Compendium, the Seasoning of all Virtues, and the Support of Kingdoms; and therefore Religion was always her first Care, and her Supreme Law; as it was also to her Glorious WILLIAM. And therefore it was the frequent Saying of those two August PRINCES, That neither the Guards of Majesty, the Councils of Princes, Emperor's Legions, City's Garrison, Courage of their Leaders, Well disciplined and Veterane Armies, nor the Sinews of War any thing availed to the Preservation of Sovereigns or their Subjects without God's Assistance. By which means it came to pass, that since the first Foundation of Monarchies, and the rejecting of that Nation which was once so Sacred to God, never did any other Reign more happily resemble the Form and Image of a Theocracie or God reigning over Mankind. I know that the solicitous Piety of more than one Empress is extolled to the Sky by the Annals of the Church; not with that servile Pen of some Historians, neither as when Josephus commends Poppaea Sabina, a Woman of a Prostituted Lewdness, for her Sanctity to the Gods. But whatever Religion has inspired into the most Holy Women, for whom Public Prayers have been put up, as for the SAFETY and SECURITY of the REPUBLIC, and for whom Public Anniverssaries have been Solemnised by all the East, such as Helena, Pulcheria and Aelia Flaccilla; yet that all those Mixtures of Humility and Superstition, Magnified by the Officious Failings of Human Interest ever came near the Conspicuous Sanctity of our HEROESS, neither Friend nor Foe will betray his Judgement so far as to believe. What Queen like Her, with equal Ardour and Affection, was ever so Assiduous in her private Conversations with God, to whom she not only offered the First-fruits of her Morning-sacrifices herself, but Commanded it to be done by all that served her? Who converted almost into Chapels, her Bedchamber, and the Innermost Recesses? Who so resigned herself to Associate with her Saviour, that besides her Morning and Evening-Prayers, besides her Monthly and set Fasts, every Day in her Closet alone by herself offered up her Particulations, not of Frankincense or Wine, but of Sighs and Tears? Importuning Heaven with her most fervent Prayers, as well for the Despaired of Conversion of her Father, as for the Preservation of her Husband, her Kingdoms, Armies, the Confederate Cause, and the many Calamities which the Church groans under? More especially, how fervently did our Queen implore the most Merciful Deity, with deep-fetched Sighs, powerfully to avert from the Sacred Head of her Royal Husband, on which the Welfare of All depended, so many Dangers by Sea and Land, so many Darts contorted against it; so many Machinations and Ambushes of malicious Conspiracy, so many Bloody Right Hands of Hired Assassinates? Who so entered the Temple of God, as one that only intended Adoration, casting out of her Royal Chapel the quavering Singers and Fiddlers, admitted merely to tickle the Ears; accustomed always to compose her Mind, and not her Looks or Hair; moderate in her Dress, sparing in her Train, but eager and humble in her Attention? Who, when ever she entered the Church doors, or happened to sneeze in the time of Divine Service, impatiently brooked the Bowings and Cringes of the Sycophant Ground; professing. That in the House of God, the distinction was the same of Meanest and Highest from the most Infinite Majesty. What other Princess, in the very Imprisonments of Life and August Glory, in the slippery Station of soothing Age, Beauty and Sovereign Power, in the midst of so many good Wishes and Adorations, was ever observed to exalt her Mind so sublimely, yet so humbly to Heaven, as if she coveted every Day the Presence of her Soul in Bliss; who thought every Day lost, that was not spent according to the Precepts of Christ? Who trampled with contempt upon what was Transient and Mortal, as Thrones, Sceptres, Palaces, Crowns, Diadems, Robes of Dignity, Purple Trains, and whatever else she knew to be only deceitful Show? But as once Maecenas said, Nobly, to Augustus Caesar, That he would never die more Immortal, then when he called to mind every Day that he was Mortal, through an equal necessity of being born and dying; so was this the frequent, if not daily Meditation of our August Queen. So that, as it were foreseeing her approaching Mortality, conscious to herself that the Laws of Fate never regarded Youthful Years, nor Majesty of Thrones, nor the Pomp of numerous Guards, nor surrounding Attendance, nor the good Wishes of Men; She, a rare Example, moved by the untimely Death of several Illustrious Women in her Court, thought it high time more familiarly to converse with Death, and meditate upon Eternity. And that she might always have him in her Eye, besides the sacred Books which she turned over more frequently than ever Alexander did Homer's Iliads; she apylyed herself to other Books no less familiar to her, which taught the Art of Dying well, more especially the Treatise upon that Subject of Charles Drelincourt, which she confessed to his Son, than one of her Physicians, that she had read above seven times over. So that it may be said of this August Queen, what Theophilus Alexandrinus is reported to have admired upon his Deathbed in the Great Arsenius, who embraced a solitary Life in Egypt, wearied out with the Honours of Theodosius' Court, Happy Thou, who didst always set this last Hour before thy Eyes.  
This being the Temper and Disposition of Mary's Mind, and the Sanctity of her Life, how Great may you think was her Desire to reform what she found to be corrupt and depraved in the Manners of the Times, through the Licentiousness of the former Reigns? The solicitous and pensive Queen recalled to her Mind the late Royal Court and the Nation itself, softened and effeminated by the Delights of the Climate and the Soil, and the Temptations of Sin freed from the Fear of Punishment; when all People wantoned in Plenty, Ease, Luxury, Play, Balls, and Vitellian Wastings of the Night, so that the Nerves of all manner of Virtue seemed to be shrunk up. She observed there was no Piety, but what was either in the Looks or outward Habit: Manners everywhere dishonoured; the Public Churches adorned like Scenes; Burdens converted frequently into Honours, and Incumbent Duties made beneficial; the Ministry of the Church into a kind of Civil Domination, and the large Revenues of it made the Pampering Food of Wallowing Sloth and Domestic Luxury. Who can now doubt but that MARY used all her Endeavours to reduce all things into better Order, that she might restrain People from Things dishonest, more through the shame of Transgressing, than the Fear of Punishment: And that she might promote to the Care of Spiritual Things, to the Priesthood and Preferments in the Church, August WILLIAM permitting this Choice to her piercing Judgement, none but such as excelled in Learning, Piety and Moderation. By which means it came to pass, that those Vices which openly before erected their Heads, now look out for skulking Holes and voluntary Exile. Luxury being expelled the utmost Limits of the Court, Profuse Expenses being restrained, the Incitements and Rewards of Vice being taken away, and the Discipline of the best Times being again restored. For all were to be taught to live and imitate the Manners of both Princes, and to conform themselves to the Example of WILLIAM and MARY, which was at it were the Censure and Accusation of Luxury and Intemperance.  
And who can be ignorant of the Streams of Royal Beneficence, that were always flowing from this Inexhaustible Fountain of Piety? Not petty Rivulets, but large and spreading Rivers; Rivers of Milk, Rivers of Honey. Which ran at first indeed through the Thirsty Sands of MARY's Kingdoms, into which a Cruel Tempest had cast Myriad of miserable People; afterwards abounding in Water, through the Annual Exhibitions of Our QUEEN, amounting to no less than Forty Thousand Pounds English, if credit may be given to the Letters written from thence. Then the same Waters were to flow, but through occult and latent Passages, without any noise, without any murmuring, beyond the Seas, into the thirsty and gaping Channels within Belgium itself, of several Societies; or else into the Bosoms of distressed Families, Widows, Ministers, Noble Matrons and Virgins, whose Possessions and Patrimonies afforded ample subsistence before, but now abandoned and ruined. After this, Germany wasted with Fire and Sword, was to be refreshed with the same Fountains; or Switzerland almost overwhelmed with Multitudes of the Miserable flying for Harbour from the Valleys of Piedmont, where there was neither House nor Hovel for suffering Innocency. But as to these things, no Praises, no Panegyrics are more Efficatious than silence and secrecy. MARY herself was silent, though the Stones now speak. Yet are they not Pillars, nor Obelisks, nor Chapels of the Superstitious, magnificently adorned with Gold, Silver and Marble; nor Consecrated Oblations to the Lady of Loretto; but more Sacred Monuments than all these; every where Houses of Piety, Hospitals both public and private, which she either built with her Money, or liberally endowed. Lastly, The Moans and Lamentations of an Infinite Number of all Conditions, Sexes and Ages, who Gratefully and with Tears acknowledge they are beholding to her for their Lives and all the Conveniences of Life, extol Her to the Skies. So that no Body in want, no Body truly poor, no Body reduced to Misery, ever found MARY'S Benignity e'er closed against him, or made his case known in vain, whose Petitions she did not only answer, when applied to, but for the most part prevented, when she was acquainted with their necessities. 'Twould be too long to enumerate every particular. 'Tis enough, that we have seen in our Age, a MARY pouring forth from Her Royal Viol the most Precious Liquor of the Exquisite Nard, to anoint Myriad of Poor People lying at the Feet of Jesus, and in that abundance, that the Fragrant Odour of it has filled the whole House of God in every Corner of the World. Oh— most truly the Better Part, made choice of by the belov'd of God Oh! most Joyful Catastrophe, while those Treasures that before were scattered with an Inconsiderate Bounty among Harlots, Buffoons and Players, as formerly at Rome among the Pathic Pallas' and Narcissus', and such like Instruments of Wickedness, the Senate being defrauded, are now laid out either for Public Preservation, or to succour the Necessities of the Miserable. Oh truly Royal Munificence, not bountiful of other People's, but their own, giving what was by Violence torn from no Man; all People being convinced that this is no Restitution of what was unjustly taken away, or that an Exchequer now is opened again, which being exhausted and in debt by Prodigal Liberality, or the Expenses of rashly undertaken Wars, was supplied again with the Tears, the Blood and Substance of the People, as was done under Tyrannic Domination.  
But whither will my Subject extend itself; or how should those Great Actions which cannot be contracted within any Limits of Places, Regions or Ages be confined within the Bounds of One Oration, or the Walls of this Temple? Yet were I not too narrowly straightened, how many Things could I say of the Earnest Desires of our Pious Queen to see extinguished, or, as much as could be, lessened the Impious Divisions, too deeply rooted, but first sown by the Wicked Emissaries of Rome, to the Ruin of her Country. How averse was she from the Severity of former Times, which decreed the Dissentors, if not to be exterminated by the Sword, yet to be routed out by Excommunications, and macerated by Imprisonments, Fines and Banishment, for the only sake of their differing Discipline, free from all other the least Stain or Pestilence of Heresy or False Doctrine? And how earnestly has she wished in my hearing (that saving to the Church of England and the Bishops their Ancient Rights) there might be a moderate way found to consolidate the Common safety of England, and the Universal Church, by the Union of all Parties; all Offences being Removed all Animosity being laid Aside, all Passion being Moderated, and whatsoever on either side savoured too much of Human Invention, being utterly rejected. Neither if we have any thing of Prophetic in us, is all Hopes of such a Union cut off in the Loss of MARY, while WILLIAM still remains. What need more words, Conscript Fathers; What a Veneration of Equity was there in our Heroess? What a Reverence of the Laws? What a Moderation of Mind next to that of Angels, so that Her Anger never, Her Reason always moved? What a Pleasing Affability to all her Servants, who strove to outvie each other in Love, Fidelity and ready Obedience to such a Mistress, whose Commands were Entreaties? How patiently did she pass-by Injuries, though done to Majesty, which though Aristotle, in his Moral Precepts, looks upon as Servile, she with Octavius Caesar, thought to be Royal; the only Woman that would not forgive Backbiting and Slander in others, Flattery of herself, and Contumely against God. But in what Annals do we meet with that Clemency in Princes, as in MARY and WILLIAM, not excepting the Titus', Trajan's or Antoninus', who would not dip their Sceptres in the Blood of their Enemies, much less of the Guilty, merely out of a Desire to Save and Reform? For Augustus was by Nature known to be more prone to Revenge, only his Prudence made him Mild; which was the Reason he was so merciful to Lucius the Consul, to Metellus the Father, for the Son's sake, to Cornelius Gallus, to Cinna, to the Mutinous Legions, whose Names, delivered him in Writing, he flung into the Fire. But MARY was so slow in requiring the Punishment of Offenders, so accustomed to Pardon, and to be atoned by the Wives, Children and Kindred of Rebels, and whoever embraced the Knees of Majesty, and fled to the Altar of Royal Mercy, that many thought it an allowance of Treason, and an Authorising Impunity But the Clemency of the AUGUST COUPLE being rightly considered, the Prince was not deceived by the Perjury; but the Perfidious themselves, ill consulting their own safety, while they willingly and voluntarily devoted their Lives, their Families and their Fortunes to the Vengeance of a Revenging God.  
From that Extraordinary Indulgence, and desire of curing rather than ruining the Guilty, who is there that may not easily make a Judgement of all the rest; of her Constant Mind in Adversity, her steady Faith in God, her Love to her Subjects, her Affection to her Servants, her Fidelity to her Confederates, her Pity to the Afflicted, and her Love toward all Men? Take some Specimens in a few words, but most worthy your Attention. Presently upon the News of the Death of Charles II. MARY'S Uncle by the Father's side, who 
Loved her better than if he had begot her.  
Plus quam si genuisset Amarat.  When this Most Noble Senate interposed their kind Offices of Condolement for so great a Loss, by which her Father came to the Sovereignty, but upon which most dark and dismal Storms threatened the Kingdom, the Church and the Reformed Religion; she, as she was never without all the Marks of Civility, after she had answered the Messenger, added these Expressions,  
That it was the Will of GOD, through whose Providence, there was no reason to despair of the Public safety: That the Best Consolation in Affliction was a Reliance upon GOD: That there was a Threatening Cloud hung over Her Father's Kingdoms, but that he was able to bring forth a splendid and most Acceptable Cloud out of the Thickest Darkness.  
Oh MARY a true Prophetess, and Words, a Certain Augury of what was to come! 'Tis now about two years since that the fatal news reached the Ears of the best of Queens, that News more especially doleful to our Merchants, that so many Ships laden with Rich Goods and Wealthy Treasure bound for the Levant, either through Perfidiousness or supine Negligence, were either sunk, or burnt, or yielded up to the French; which penetrated so deeply to the Heart of the Compassionate Queen, that she could not forbear watering her Royal Cheeks, before all the Standards by, with a deluge of Tears; nor did she only with her Tears bemoan the losses of those who suffered after a more than ordinary manner, but also testified her sympathising in their Misery to the Widows and Orphans that were hardly able to bear up under so great a Calamity. Nor shall I ever forget that Cruel Hour, when going to take my leave of the Princess returning to her Country.  
I am called, said she, to my Husband, to my Native Country, to my Fellow Citizens, and whither Providence leads me, I must follow. But when I leave this Palace, I leave the Seat of my Leisure, my Tranquillity and Delight: And first shall my Right Hand forget itself, before I will ever forget this my Belgium, after so many Proofs of the Affection and Judgement of this Republic. Whose Losses, added she, without the least Commotion of Mind, whose Misfortunes and Calamities, and also whatever Prosperous and Joyful befalls it, I shall look upon as my own, as long I remember myself.  
Pardon me, Noble Auditors, if Sorrow weakens me to that degree, and intercepts my Voice in such a manner that I am forced to draw a Veil over all the Rest. More especially as to the pour'd-forth Good Wishes of the People, those Respectful Duties of the Reverencing Fathers, the Weep and Lamentations filling all the Streets, the loud Farewell Acclamations which the flocking Multitude of Men, Women and Children, of both Sexes and all Ages sent up to Heaven, and with which they rather seemed to call her back, then take their leaves of her. Farewell Pious, Farewell Best of Princes, Farewell the most Affectionate to Us, and never to be enough Beloved again. Oh Severe and Cruel Remembrance! Oh sad and dismal Presages of a Last and Eternal Separation! But here my Sorrow stops my Mouth, and I must put an end at length to my Most Bitter Memorial of her Praises. But wherefore do I say an End, when dying she was so much above all Praises, by how much the more she approached nearer to Heaven and Eternity. Ah Fatal and Unfortunate Day, fit to be expunged out of the Records of Time, when all things prosperous by Sea and Land, at Home and Abroad; a Bright Sun gloriously shining in Britain; the Court in Jollity, the King Safe, the Parliament in perfect Union; the People pouring forth Acclamations, Conspirators all suppressed; the Armies breathing forth nothing but Battles and Triumphs; all things composed under the Auspexes of the turning year, as it was thought to more lasting Joys; when the Eyes of all the World were fixed upon the Incomparable Pair of of Sovereigns, and the Good Wishes of all were, A Happy New Year to the Master and Mistress: Ah, Unfortunate and Fatal Day, when of a sudden the Sky being overcast, and a Dark Afrightful Cloud covering the Meridian Sun, the Face of Things was changed, and Pangs like those of Childbed succeeded. This Day was the Thirtieth of December, according to the Gregorian Account, when the most desired of Queens, Youthful, Cheerful, Vigorous, and born, as all Men thought, to Eternity of Empire, and whom the suffrages and desires of all Men had destined to exceed the Reign of Queen Elizabeth, felt the first signs of an Encroaching Disease, that was soon after to lay her in her Grave. And presently at the beginning, Nature Deceiving Art; and the Genius of the Distemper, the most Sagacious Physicians, while some conjectured it to be the Small Pox, others the Measles, others an Intercuticular Ignis Sacer, some one thing others another; the Flame gathered strength so insensibly, and the Fire wanting no Fuel, fed so fiercely, while the latent Mischief stuck within her Bowels, that no repeated Blood-letting, no force of Medicaments, no Human Providence, no Industry of Art could quench the Heat, or drive the Contagion to the outward Parts.  
Thus that QVEEN in whose Eyes, never was any Fire but what was truly Holy, in whose Countenance never any Colour but what was in imitation of the Rose, in whose Praecordia never any Boiling Choler, or Burning Anger ever known, her Mild and Patient Breast, at length the Cruel Flame so shaken, endeavouring to break forth, that within the space of Eight Days, the most Lovely and Splendid Structure was burnt down and fell to the Ground. Yet fell in such manner, that the Tower of her Reason untouched, and in vain assailed by Noxious Vapours, the Soul that only lodged within so great a Domicil, the Divine Mind that guided the whole Frame, and which being sprinkled with Celestial Dew, like the Burning Bush received no Harm in the midst of the Flames, retained the Knowledge of God, Herself and her Condition. And thus with a Composed and Quiet Mind, the Lamp of Faith and Hope continually burning; and a Hidden Light from Heaven illuminating those Darknesses wherewith the Dying Queen was encompassed, and the Serenity of her Forehead lessening the Ghastliness of her Countenance; the Fortunate MARY was to be Eternally withdrawn from the most unfortunate Age: Almost at the same Years, and with the same fury of the Disease, as Alexander was ravished from the World, or Germanicus Caesar, bewailed by those who knew him not, though their immortality were not the same.  
For with what a Countenance think ye, Noble Auditors, did she receive the Dismal News of her approaching and certain Fate, the terror of Demigods and Hero's, before the last Combats and Struggle of Expiring Nature. When the renowned THOMAS TENISON, a Person, in whose Learning, Eloquence Integrity and Fortitude of Mind, St. Ambrose and Chrysostom may more truly seem to be revived than in his Cope and purple, like another Isaiah, was sent to comfort up the Queen, and thus delivered himself to her at the last minute of her Life.  
Madam, Settle your Affairs, your Family and your Mind; you have lived and finished the Course which the Parent of Nature hath allotted you: She received it with the same cheerfulness of Countenance and Mind, as she was wont to do every thing else: not complaining and murmuring at her last Gasps with Germanicus, that she had just cause of Complaint against God, who took her away by an untimely end, in the Flower of her Youth, from her Husband, from her Country, from her Servants, her People and Friends. Nay, nothing terrified with the Image of Death, she made this Reply.  
Father, how good a Messenger are you to me, who, as it were, commanded from Heaven, bring the Tidings of my last necessity of dying! Here I am ready to submit to whatever pleases God the Disposer of my Life and Death. I am not now to learn that difficult Art of Well-dying. I have made up my Account with God, by the assistance of my Surety Christ. I have discharged my Conscience long since, I have considered the condition of my Mortality: I have settled all my Affairs; and surrendered into the Bosom of my Dearest Husband all those cares that concern the World: And therefore he that calls me, finds me ready to lay down the Burden of this Life, being no more than a Load of Infirmities, Sin and Labour.  
The turning to her Royal Husband, standing by her Bedside, she is said to have broke forth into words to this Effect.  
Farewell, my WILLIAM, and live mindful of our undefiled Matrimony, till Thy Lot shall restore Thee to Me, or Me to Thee. I shall not altogether die, while Thou singly possessest the Sole Image of Us both. Thou wilt be My Living Tomb, more Sacred and more Honourable than any Mausoleum or Funeral Monument. I was bound to My Spouse Jesus, before I was tied to Thee, nor dost Thou envy him the Prerogative of My Love, who first joined Me to himself. Farewell the last time, and once more live the greatest Part of me. Thus it behoved Me to go first, and that Thou should close My Eyes, and not I Thine. I was not born to accomplish those Things which being begun by Thee, and by Thee strenuously carried on, remain to be brought by Thee to perfection. 'Tis Thy business to wage Wars; the Supreme Emperor has girded Thy Loins with a Sword. And if there be any Sense of Human Affairs in Heaven, while Thou a Second Joshua art fight in the Field, Thy MARY shall pour forth Her Prayers for Thee and Thy Israel in the Mountain of Eternity. Lay aside the Vehemence of Thy Grief, Dear Prince, give way to Destiny, rely upon God; and forbear to recall Me again by thy Tears, from the Port of Tranquillity, and the End of my Labours to New Conflicts which I have so often sustained as I have thought upon thy Dangers; nor hasten to follow this Soul of Mine, but live out those Years that Nature has denied to Me and Thy own too. And if Thou hast any Love for My People, for the Church, for Holland, for all Europe, be more careful than hitherto of Thy own Preservation.  
Soon after, notwithstanding the Flame that preyed upon her Marrow, a stronger Fire from Heaven so inflamed her Celestial Soul, so that her fervent Heart that now no longer thought of any thing Mortal, soared up to God, her sparkling Eyes were fixed upon Heaven, and her deep fetched sighs ascended up to Jesus; those Precious Oblations breathing forth most Sweet Perfumes to Heaven, like Costly Odours laid on Burning Coals. Till at length, the most August and Pious MARY STVART in the midst of the Wailing Throbs of all the Standards by, and mournful WILLIAM sipping her last Gasps, made a full end of Living and deserving well of Human Kind, only in the Lasting Example and Emulation of her Virtues, the first day of the Kalends of January, in the Year MDCXCV. toward the Sixth Year of her Reign, in Thirty Third of her Age, and Seventeenth of her Conjugal Conjunction with the Renowned WILLIAM, and some Months over.  
Thus died the AUGUST QUEEN MARY, PIOUS, COMPASSIONATE, BENEFICENT, VICTORIOUS, BLESSED, who magnificently triumphed over Envy, Ambition, Pride, ungodly Affections, the Vices of the Age, during the whole Course of her Life, and lastly over the Great Enemy of Mankind, with whom we are all to struggle. Thus she surrendered Sceptres, Purple, thus all Pomp and Glory, not till she had first enjoyed and tasted the Vanity of every one; she, than whom Ancient and Modern Ages never knew any thing more Majectic or more Venerable, nothing more Elated above all the Bounds of Envy or Human Custom; and like to whom it will never be possible for the Imagination to form any other Princess, while Kingdoms and Empires Endure. Thus now must be interred in a Royal indeed, but small obscure Six Foot Domicil, that Noble, but Embowelled Body of MARY, from which they now must turn their mourful Eyes and Hearts, who so lately were Cheered and Exhilerated by the Brightness of her Royal Structure, by the Majesty of her Serene and Awful Aspect, by the Celestial Splendour of her Eyes, and the Charming Sweetness of her Words. Thus ere she had measured the one half of ELIZABETH'S Reign by several years, MARY ceased to live. But still this Name seems much more Happy and Auspicious, than was the most Praiseworthy Name of Elizabeth. For Elizabeth was the Astonishment, this the Love and Delight of the World. She reigned in the Hearts of a Great Nation, This in the Hearts of all People. Elizabeth was Famous for the Splendour, Magnificence and outward Pomp of her Court and Church; but MARY won more Renown by her Humility, her Bounty and her Alms. Elizabeth exalted the Grandeur and Honour of the English Name. This studied those Things which tended to the Consolation and Succour of the Miserable, and to the Eternal Concord, Peace and Felicity of her People.  
Oh Sempeternal Ornament of QVEENS and WIVES! Didst thou here therefore only come, permit me the Repetition of the Words that were said to Cato, suddenly withdrawing himself out of the Senate, Didst thou come hither, only to be gone again! To deceive the Wishes of so many Mortals, who thought there could nothing more corroborate their Felicity in this movable Scene of Worldly Affairs, then if MARY should long live and Govern! Dost thou thus, Great QVEEN withdraw they self from thy WILLIAM, from thy People, from thy Hollanders! Of whom we may more truly say, than fawning Rome of her Augustus or Severius, that they ought either never to have been Born, or never to have Died. Whose First Birth, when thou wert born to the Earth, might be looked upon as the Palilia or Foundation-Festivals of Britain and the Universal Church; but thy Last Birth, by which thou wert born to Heaven might be thought the utmost Line of Both, didst thou not still live in WILLIAM. Behold how the Reformed Church, and of all Hands the most Fortunate, that was Illustrated by such a Sun, is now wrapped up in Darkness by the departure of so Bright a Luminary portending great and unspeakable Calamities, unless the most benign Deity avert them, bowed by the loud Prayers of His Elect. However we envy thy Immaculate Happiness; in this our single Love of thee exceeding whatever Charity we have for ourselves, that we strive not to recall thee back to those Frail Glories which thou seest below us and tramplest 'em all under thy Feet; raised above all the Rage of Treachery, the Snares of Envy, the Violences of Enemies, the Injuries of Age, or the Fleet Image of Worldly Things. We bewail our own and the Losses of the whole World, but with bruised Breasts we accuse our Transgressions against Heaven, as the Causes of our Calamities. And may it then be lawful for us also, in these our last Funeral Offices, to give thee a long and Eternal Farewell. Farewell AUGUST MARY, lately the Most Sacred Pledge of Heaven, the Felicity of the World, the Ornament of the Age, the Admiration of the People, the Palladium of Britain, the Delight of Holland, the Consolation of the Church, the Support of Truth, the Curb of Vice, the Fostermother of the Poor, the Hope and Defence of the Miserable. Suffer us, though taken from our Eyes, that we may always fix thee in our Minds; that we may always behold with a joyful and perpetual Remembrance, that Countenance, that Aspect which formerly we approached with Veneration, that Royal Right-Hand which we have often so submissively Kissed, but more especially that Celestial Mind, and in That, the Concurrence of all Praises and all manner of Virtue. Lastly, HAPPY SOUL, accept, not the vain Noises of profuse Applause, which they pour often from their Breasts that are prodigal in praising others; not Female Lamentations, not Fruitless Wishes, not Windy Expressions and Volleys of Idle Words. Accept, not Sacrilegious Altars, nor Temples, nor Masses, nor Circension Pomp, nor Funeral Chariots, but accept this Public and Grateful Testimony of Minds most devoted to thy Virtues, to thy Benefits to what thou hast merited of us, CONSECRATED TO THY ETERNAL HONOUR AND MEMORY.  
And now we turn ourselves to Thee, the MOST INVINCIBLE, yet the MOST SORROWFUL of Things, in whose Royal Palace, among Triumphant Laurels the unfortunate Cypress supplies the room of the most Auspicious Rose. You with more right implore from the Immortal God, what Augustus Caesar is reported to have begged at the Funeral of Drusus Germanicus, that his False Deities would grant him an Exit equally Glorious; you with more right I say, this day that MARY is carried to her Tomb with public Funeral Splendour, implore of God an Exit like that of your QVEEN, and the Glory of a Death like Hers. But we above all things stretch forth our Hands and Hearts to Him under whose disposal we live, that none of us may see that Black Day Rise, wherein the Hasty Death of WILLIAM would prove the Common and the Fatal Funeral Pile of all Europe, and the Universal Church. Strengthen yourself with Virtue and Courage MOST VALIANT of HERO'S: You that are accustomed to vanquish others, even angered Fortune itself. You that appeared more wonderful in Adversity then in Prosperity. You whom the World's Sovereign Emperor has hardened from the Cradle by Misfortunes, and whose Virtue had been less conspicuous, had it been less subdued and exercised; so frame your Mind to Constancy of Resolution, that it may be manifest not only to Britain, but to all the World, that you could overcome yourself, whom no man else could ever vanquish; even when Invincible Nature was to be expugned, which is the Chiefest Victory of all. We do not desire Your Breast should be inaccessible to Grief or Joy, which Marcus Aurelius is reported to have affected, far from any commotion of Mind: We only desire this, that after Your Tears have proved You to be a Man, You would remember that You are a Prince, and such a Prince, upon whose single Fortitude, so many Nations, so many People, so many Panting Souls believe their Safety their Liberty, their Hopes and Fortunes depend. You have all along been mindful, which we look upon and esteem to be the Greatest Thing of all, that you are a Christian, bred up in the more Sacred School then the most Eloquent of the Romans, while you are fully convinced that nothing happens preternatural or unusual to the Laws of Providence, not so much as the fall of a Sparrow, much less of a Man, still much less of all those who are the express Image of that Immortal Deity whom they represent. Your Mind GREAT KING, that horrid Thought ne'er troubled, which disturbed the Famous Pompey, after the slaughter of Pharsalia, whether the Gods took care of things on Earth? You that have learned to wage War with Kings, not to contend with the King of Kings, suffer not yourself to be incensed against Heaven, for redemanding the Pledge which it had given You, but for no certain Time. So that it may seem doubtful to many, whether You have more Reason to lament for what You have lost, or to be gratefully thankful for what You once enjoyed. You dive not into the Secrets of the Eternal Mind, or that all Provident Wisdom, who in a moment seems to us to have destroyed his own Workmanship, and to have disturbed and disappointed all both Yours and our Hopes. This is not the First Day Your Experience, how many times God frustrates the Desires of Mortals, frequently curtailing long-grounded Hopes by speedy disappointment, and no less often converting into unexpected preservation the despair arising from sad and sudden Accidents. Even YOU YOURSELF, Great Sovereign, have proved by Trials of Your own, who and how Powerful is that Upholder of Princes, that Preserver of Your Person, even before You were born, that Protecting and Avenging God, who wrested you from so many Ambushments when You were hardly come into the World, who dashed in pieces so many Conspiracies against Your Life, held back the Hands of so many Hired Assassinates, scattered the force of growing Distempers, stifled the Hatred and Animosities of Your Enemies, averted the Effects of attempted Poisons and threatening BULLETS, and every where covered Your Sacred Person, in Your Cradle; in Your Palace, in the Camp, in Battle, in Your Journeys, and in all Manner of Dangers. He it was, who when all men thought there had been a final End put to the Rights of Royal Succession, 
Ex falso, mendaci ventre, Puerperio:  
By the False-birth of a Fallacious Womb,  That the Ruin of Britain, her Laws and Religion had been determined, and the Extirpation of the Reformed Name, and the Total Destruction of Carthage had been concluded, raised up You, far greater than Constantine; MARY, than Helena, to be the Saviour's of the British Orb. So is it also the same God who has safeguarded Your Person till these times by so many Prodigies and Miracles, to be the Asserter of Liberty, the Curb of Tyranny, the Terror of a Potent Enemy, the Bulwark of the Christian World, the Sanctuary of Religion, and the Standard by which the Successes of the Greatest Actions and Deliberations are Debated. In You alone, as in a certain Centre, now the Wishes of all men meet, which before were divided between Two. And now, as long as the FIERCE GAUL still proudly advances his Head, though with a languishing Kingdom, exhausted Treasures, intercepted Trade, Manufactures laid aside, and the Blood of the Subject supplying the Exchequer, the Generality of the People oppressed, and languishing under Exactions, Slavery, War, Famine and scarcity of all Things, 'tis Your Part to restore and revive what has been prostrated and laid waste by so many cruel Losses received from a Triumphant Enemy; to wipe away our Sorrows and our Grievances, and to raise again to its Pristine Lustre, Peace and Security, almost all the European Orb, tired out with so many Calamities, wasted by so many Conflagrations, deformed with the Ghastly Footsteps of Gallic Fury, and streaming every where with Human Blood. In a Word, 'tis You POTENT WILLIAM, that the World demands for its Restorer, Britain for her Preserver, Holland for her Defender, the Church for her Upholder, the Army for their Leader, the Oppressed and Wand'ring for their Avenger, the Confederacy for their Bond of Concord, and all Europe for the Arbiter of her Peace and Wars. And while we singly pray that all Things Lucky and Prosperous may attend your Erterprises, we wish that by the same means all Things may Prosperously and Fortunately befall Your Kingdoms, this Our Republic, all the Christian Churches, ourselves, our Wives, our Children, and our Posterity. In the mean time we also implore this Advantage to ourselves from the Death of your Dear MARY, that wherever we contemplate that Most Accomplished Image of all Virtue and Perfection, so far as Mortality would allow, Her LIFE and DEATH may to every one of us, be Guides to Heaven.  
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