the miscellaneous writings and speeches-1-第23章
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much wanted of late； into good repair。
With the neighbouring gentry； however； he was no favourite。 He was crafty and litigious。 He cared nothing for right； if he could raise a point of law against them。 He pounded their cattle； broke their hedges； and seduced their tenants from them。 He almost ruined Lord Caesar with actions； in every one of which he was successful。 Von Blunderbussen went to law with him for an alleged trespass； but was cast； and almost ruined by the costs of suit。 He next took a fancy to the seat of Squire Don； who was； to say the truth； little better than an idiot。 He asked the poor dupe to dinner； and then threatened to have him tossed in a blanket unless he would make over his estates to him。 The poor Squire signed and sealed a deed by which the property was assigned to Joe； a brother of Nap's； in trust for and to the use of Nap himself。 The tenants； however； stood out。 They maintained that the estate was entailed； and refused to pay rents to the new landlord； and in this refusal they were stoutly supported by the people in St George's。
About the same time Nap took it into his head to match with quality； and nothing would serve him but one of the Miss Germains。 Lord Caesar swore like a trooper； but there was no help for it。 Nap had twice put executions in his principal residence； and had refused to discharge the latter of the two till he had extorted a bond from his Lordship which compelled him to comply。
THE END OF THE FIRST PART。
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A CONVERSATION BETWEEN MR ABRAHAM COWLEY AND MR JOHN MILTON； TOUCHING THE GREAT CIVIL WAR。
SET DOWN BY A GENTLEMAN OF THE MIDDLE TEMPLE。
（August 1824。）
〃Referre sermones Deorum et Magna modis tenuare parvis。〃Horace。
I have thought it good to set down in writing a memorable debate； wherein I was a listener； and two men of pregnant parts and great reputation discoursers； hoping that my friends will not be displeased to have a record both of the strange times through which I have lived； and of the famous men with whom I have conversed。 It chanced in the warm and beautiful spring of the year 1665； a little before the saddest summer that ever London saw； that I went to the Bowling Green at Piccadilly； whither； at that time； the best gentry made continual resorts。 There I met Mr Cowley； who had lately left Barnelms。 There was then a house preparing for him at Chertsey； and till it should be finished； he had come up for a short time to London； that he might urge a suit to his Grace of Buckingham touching certain lands of her Majesty's； whereof he requested a lease。 I had the honour to be familiarly acquainted with that worthy gentleman and most excellent poet； whose death hath been deplored with as general a consent of all Powers that delight in the woods； or in verse； or in love； as was of old that of Daphnis or of Callus。
After some talk； which it is not material to set down at large； concerning his suit and his vexations at the court； where indeed his honesty did him more harm than his parts could do him good； I entreated him to dine with me at my lodging in the Temple； which he most courteously promised。 And； that so eminent a guest might not lack a better entertainment than cooks or vintners can provide； I sent to the house of Mr John Milton； in the Artillery Walk； to beg that he would also be my guest。 For； though he had been secretary； first to the Council of State； and； after that； to the Protector； and Mr Cowley had held the same post under the Lord St Albans in his banishment； I hoped； notwithstanding that they would think themselves rather united by their common art than divided by their different factions。 And so indeed it proved。 For； while we sat at table； they talked freely of many men and things； as well ancient as modern； with much civility。 Nay； Mr Milton； who seldom tasted wine； both because of his singular temperance and because of his gout； did more than once pledge Mr Cowley； who was indeed no hermit in diet。 At last； being heated； Mr Milton begged that I would open the windows。 〃Nay；〃 said I； 〃if you desire fresh air and coolness； what should hinder us； as the evening is fair； from sailing for an hour on the river？〃 To this they both cheerfully consented； and forth we walked； Mr Cowley and I leading Mr Milton between us； to the Temple Stairs。 There we took a boat； and thence we were rowed up the river。
The wind was pleasant； the evening fine； the sky； the earth； and the water beautiful to look upon。 But Mr Cowley and I held our peace； and said nothing of the gay sights around us； lest we should too feelingly remind Mr Milton of his calamity； whereof； however； he needed no monitor： for soon he said； sadly； 〃Ah； Mr Cowley； you are a happy man。 What would I now give but for one more look at the sun； and the waters； and the gardens of this fair city！〃
〃I know not；〃 said Mr Cowley； 〃whether we ought not rather to envy you for that which makes you to envy others： and that specially in this place； where all eyes which are not closed in blindness ought to become fountains of tears。 What can we look upon which is not a memorial of change and sorrow； of fair things vanished； and evil things done？ When I see the gate of Whitehall； and the stately pillars of the Banqueting House； I cannot choose but think of what I have there seen in former days； masques； and pageants； and dances； and smiles； and the waving of graceful heads； and the bounding of delicate feet。 And then I turn to thoughts of other things； which even to remember makes me to blush and weep；of the great black scaffold； and the axe and block； which were placed before those very windows； and the voice seems to sound in mine ears； the lawless and terrible voice； which cried out that the head of a king was the head of a traitor。 There stands Westminster Hall； which who can look upon； and not tremble to think how time； and change； and death confound the councils of the wise； and beat down the weapons of the mighty？ How have I seen it surrounded with tens of thousands of petitioners crying for justice and privilege！ How have I heard it shake with fierce and proud words； which made the hearts of the people burn within them！ Then it is blockaded by dragoons； and cleared by pikemen。 And they who have conquered their master go forth trembling at the word of their servant。 And yet a little while； and the usurper comes forth from it； in his robe of ermine； with the golden staff in one hand and the Bible in the other； amidst the roaring of the guns and the shouting of the people。 And yet again a little while； and the doors are thronged with multitudes in black； and the hearse and the plumes come forth； and the tyrant is borne； in more than royal pomp； to a royal sepulchre。 A few days more； and his head is fixed to rot on the pinnacles of that very hall where he sat on a throne in his life； and lay in state after his death。 When I think on all these things； to look round me makes me sad at heart。 True it is that God hath restored to us our old laws； and the rightful line of our kings。 Yet； how I know not； but it seems to me that something is wantingthat our court hath not the old gravity； nor our people the old loyalty。 These evil times； like the great deluge； have overwhelmed and confused all earthly things。 And； even as those waters； though at last they abated； yet； as the learned write； destroyed all trace of the garden of Eden； so that its place hath never since been found； so hath this opening of all the flood…gates of political evil effaced all marks of the ancient political paradise。〃
〃Sir； by your favour；〃 said Mr Milton； 〃though； from many circumstances both of body and of fortune； I might plead fairer excuses for despondency than yourself； I yet look not so sadly either on the past or on the future。 That a deluge hath passed over this our nation； I deny not。 But I hold it not to be such a deluge as that of which you speak； but rather a blessed flood； like those of the Nile； which in its overflow doth indeed wash away ancient landmarks； and confound boundaries； and sweep away dwellings； yea； doth give birth to many foul and dangerous reptiles。 Yet hence is the fulness of the granary； the beauty of the garden； the nurture of all living t
