the example of all my ancestors.  The gentry assembled at York, to agree upon the choice of representatives for the county, have prepared an Address to assure his Majesty they are ready to sacrifice their lives and fortunes for him upon this, and all other occasions, but at the some time they humbly beseech him to give them such magistrates as may be agreeable to the laws of the land, for at present there is no authority to which they can legally submit.  By what I can hear, every body wishes well to the King, but would be glad his ministers were hanged.  The winds continue so contrary, that no landing can be so soon as was apprehended, therefore I may hope, with your leave and assistance, to be in readiness before any action can begin; I beseech you, sir, most humbly, and most earnestly, to add this one act of indulgence more, to so many testimonies I have so constantly received of your goodness, and be pleased to believe me always with the utmost duty and submission,

‘Yours, &c.’

We are not told whether his father yielded to his importunity, or whether he was presented to his Majesty; but if he really joined the army, it was without danger to his person, for the revolution was effected in England without one drop of blood.  In the year 1690 Lord Lansdowne wrote a copy of verses addressed to Mrs. Elizabeth Higgins, in answer to a poetical Address sent him by that lady in his retirement.  The verses of the lady are very elegant, and are only exceeded by the polite compliments his lordship wrote in answer to them.  They both deserve a place here,

I.

Why Granville is thy life to shades confin’d,
Thou whom the Gods design’d
In public to do credit to mankind? 
Why sleeps the noble ardour of thy blood,
Which from thy ancestors so many ages past,
From Rollo down to Bevil flowed,
And then appeared again at last,
In thee when thy victorious lance
Bore the disputed prize from all the youth of France.

II.

In the first trials which are made for fame,
Those to whom fate success denies,
If taking council from their shame,
They modestly retreat are wise;
But why should you, who still succeed,
Whether with graceful art you lead
The fiery barb, or with a graceful motion tread
In shining balls where all agree
To give the highest praise to thee? 
Such harmony in every motion’s sound,
As art could ne’er express by any sound.

  III.

  So lov’d and prais’d whom all admire,
  Why, why should you from courts and camps retire? 
    If Myra is unkind, if it can be
    That any nymph can be unkind to thee;
    If pensive made by love, you thus retire,
    Awake your muse, and string your lyre;
  Your tender song, and your melodious strain
      Can never be address’d in vain;
  She needs must love, and we shall have you back again.

His lordship’s Answer thus begins.