If the Philosopher in the Ethicks enquiring whether the felicity of the sun, do any whit concern the happinesse of the defunct progenitor, after much reasoning have determin’d that the honour only which his son acquires by worthie and great actions, does certainly refresh his Ghost:  What a day of Jubilee, is this then to Your blessed Father!  Not the odor of those flowers did so recreate the dead Archemorus which the Nymphs were yearly wont to strow upon his watry Sepulcher, as this daies Inauguration of Yours, does even seem to revive the Ashes of that sacred Martyr.

Should some one from the clouds that had looked down on the sad face of things, when our Temples lay in dust, our Palaces in desolation, and the Altars demolished; when these Citie Gates were dashed to pieces, Gibbets and Executions erected in every Street, and all things turned into universal silence and solitude, behold now the change of this daies glorious scean; that we see the Churches in repair, the sacred Assemblies open’d, our Cities re-edified, the Markets full of People, our Palaces richly furnished, and the Streets proud with the burden of their Triumphal Arches, and the shouts of a rejoycing multitude:  How would he wonder and stand amaz’d, at the Prodigie, and leap down from his lofty station, though already so near to heaven, to joyne with us in earth, participate of our felicitie, and ravish’d with the Ecstasie, cry out aloud now with Us.

Set open the Temple-Gates, let the Prisoners go free, the Altars smoak perfumes, bring forth the Pretious things, strow the Waies with Flowers, let the Fountains run Wine, Crown the Gobblets, bring Chapplets of Palmes and Lawrells, the Bells ring, the Trumpets sound, the Cannon roar, O happy Descent, and strange Reverse!  I have seen{11} E_nglands_ Restorer, Great CHARLES the II. RETURN’D, REVENG’D, BELOV’D, CROWN’D, RE-ESTABLISH’D.

    Terrasque Astraea Revisit.

And O that it were now in my power to speak some great thing, worthy this great day; I should put all the flowers of Orators and Raptures of Poets into one lofty & high Expression, and yet not Reach what I would say to Your Majestie:  For never since there was a Citie, or Kingdom, did a Day appear more glorious to England, never since it was a Nation, and in which there either was, or ought to be so universal a Jubilation:  Not that Your Triumphal Charriots do drag the miserable Captives, but are accompanied by freed Citizens; perfidie is now vanquished, popular fury chayn’d, crueltie tam’d, luxury restrained, these lie under the spondells of Your Wheeles, where Empire, Faith, Love, and Justice Ride Triumphant, and nothing can be added to Your Ma_j_esties glory but its perpetuitie.  But whence, alas! should I have this confidence, after so many Elogies and Panegyricks of great and Eloquent men, who consecrate the memorie of this daies happinesse; and (were the subject, like that