friends.  At another place (pp. 141-2 of the volume) there is, by way of afterthought or extension, a larger and more express statement about the Iambics against Milton, which must here be translated in full:  “Into what danger I was thrown,” says Du Moulin, “by the first appearance of this Poem in the Clamor Regii Sanguinis would not seem to me worthy of public notice now, were it not that the miracle of divine protection by which I was kept safe is most worthy of the common admiration of the good and the praise of the Supreme Deliverer.  I had sent my manuscript sheets to the great Salmasius, who entrusted them to the care of that most learned man, Alexander Morus.  This Morus delivered them to the printer, and prefixed to them an Epistle to the King, in the Printer’s name, exceedingly eloquent and full of good matter.  When that care of Morus over the business of printing the book had become known to Milton through the spies of the Regicides in Holland, Milton held it as an ascertained fact that Morus was the author of the Clamor; whence that most virulent book of Milton’s against Morus, entitled Defensio Secunda pro Populo Anglicano.  It had the effect, moreover, of making enemies for Morus in Holland; for at that time the English Tyrants were very much feared in foreign parts.  Meanwhile I looked on in silence, and not without a soft chuckle, at seeing my bantling laid at another man’s door, and the blind and furious Milton fighting and slashing the air, like the hoodwinked horse-combatants in the old circus, not knowing by whom he was struck and whom he struck in return.  But Morus, unable to stand out against so much ill-will, began to cool in the King’s cause, and gave Milton to know who the author of the Clamor really was (Clamoris authorem Miltono indicavit).  For, in fact, in his Reply to Milton’s attack he produced two witnesses, of the highest credit among the rebels, who might have well known the author, and could divulge him on being asked.  Thus over me and my head there hung the most certain destruction.  But that great Guardian of Justice, to whom I had willingly devoted both my labour and my life, wrought out my safety through Milton’s own pride, as it is customary with His Wisdom to bring good out of evil, and light out of darkness.  For Milton, who had gone full tilt at Morus with his canine eloquence, and who had made it almost the sole object of his Defensio Secunda to cut up the life and reputation of Morus, never could be brought to confess that he had been so grossly mistaken:  fearing, I suppose, that the public would make fun of his blindness, and that grammar-school boys would compare him to that blind Catullus in Juvenal who, meaning to praise the fish presented to Domitian,

                 “’Made a long speech,
  Facing the left, while on his right there lay
  The actual turbot.’

[Footnote 1:  Gentleman’s Magazine for 1773, as in last note.]