Clarendon, proud and imperious by nature, soured by age and disease, and relying on his great talents and services, sought out no new allies.  He seems to have taken a sort of morose pleasure in slighting and provoking all the rising talent of the kingdom.  His connections were almost entirely confined to the small circle, every day becoming smaller, of old cavaliers who had been friends of his youth or companions of his exile.  Arlington, on the other hand, beat up everywhere for recruits.  No man had a greater personal following, and no man exerted himself more to serve his adherents.  It was a kind of habit with him to push up his dependants to his own level, and then to complain bitterly of their ingratitude because they did not choose to be his dependants any longer.  It was thus that he quarrelled with two successive Treasurers, Gifford and Danby.  To Arlington Temple attached himself, and was not sparing of warm professions of affection, or even, we grieve to say, of gross and almost profane adulation.  In no long time he obtained his reward.

England was in a very different situation with respect to foreign powers from that which she had occupied during the splendid administration of the Protector.  She was engaged in war with the United Provinces, then governed with almost regal power by the Grand Pensionary, John de Witt; and though no war had ever cost the kingdom so much, none had ever been more feebly and meanly conducted.  France had espoused the interests of the States-General.  Denmark seemed likely to take the same side.  Spain, indignant at the close political and matrimonial alliance which Charles had formed with the House of Braganza, was not disposed to lend him any assistance.  The great plague of London had suspended trade, had scattered the ministers and nobles, had paralysed every department of the public service, and had increased the gloomy discontent which misgovernment had begun to excite throughout the nation.  One continental ally England possessed, the Bishop of Munster, a restless and ambitious prelate, bred a soldier, and still a soldier in all his tastes and passions.  He hated the Dutch for interfering in the affairs of his see, and declared himself willing to risk his little dominions for the chance of revenge.  He sent, accordingly, a strange kind of ambassador to London, a Benedictine monk, who spoke bad English, and looked, says Lord Clarendon, “like a carter.”  This person brought a letter from the Bishop, offering to make an attack by land on the Dutch territory.  The English ministers eagerly caught at the proposal, and promised a subsidy of 500,000 rix-dollars to their new ally.  It was determined to send an English agent to Munster; and Arlington, to whose department the business belonged, fixed on Temple for this post.