strike him for laughing. So ridiculous was the figure, as they say,
of hogs in armour; an image of derision, insensible but to the
view, as I have had it. This was armour of defence; but our sparks
were not altogether so tame as to carry their provisions no
farther, for truly they intended to be assailants upon fair
occasion, and had for that end recommended also to them a certain
pocket weapon, which, for its design and efficacy, had the honour
to be called a protestant flail. It was for street and
crowd-work; and the engine lying perdue in a coat pocket, might
readily sally out to execution, and by clearing a great hall, a
piazza, or so, carry an election by a choice way of polling, called
knocking down. The handle resembled a farrier’s blood-stick, and
the fall was joined to the end by a strong nervous ligature, that
in its swing fell just short of the hand, and was made of lignum
vitae, or rather, as the poet termed it, mortis.” Examen. p.
572. The following is the first stanza of “The Protestant Flail; an
excellent new song, to the tune of, Lacy’s Maggot, or the Hobby
Horse.” It is thus labelled by Luttrell: “A bonny thing, 14 June,
1632.”
Listen a while, and I’ll
tell you a tale
Of a new device of a protestant flail;
With a thump, thump, thump a thump.
Thump a thump, thump.
This flail it was made of the finest wood,
All lined with lead, and notable good
For splitting of bones, and shedding the blood
Of all that withstood,
With a thump, &c.
3. Shaftesbury, College, and others, were liberated
by grand juries,
who refused to find bills against
them, bringing in what are
technically called verdicts of ignoramus.
It was here that the
whig sheriffs were of most consequence
to their party; for by their
means the juries were picked from
the very centre of the faction;
and although they included many
men of eminence, both for rank and
talents, yet they were generally
such as had made up their minds to
cast the bill long before they came
into court. This gave great
offence to the royalists. North
says, “There lay the barrier of the
faction; and that stately word (ignoramus)
became the appellative
of the whole corrupt practice, and
the infamous title of all the
persons concerned in it.”
In Luttrell’s Collection I find,
“Ignoramus, an excellent new
song, to the tune of Lay by your
Pleading, Law lies a Bleeding.”
15 Dec. 1681.
At the Old Bailey,
Where rogues flock daily,
A greater rogue far than Coleman, White, or Stayley,
Was late indicted.
Witnesses cited,
But then he was set free, so the king was righted.
’Gainst princes offences
Proved in all senses,
But ’gainst a whig there is no truth in
evidences;
They sham us, and flam us,
And ram us, and damn us.
And then, in spite of law, come off with ignoramus,
&c.