and gestures of every nonjuror whom we pass, delight at the momentary coolness which has arisen between us and the King.  That should be enough for us.  We may be sure that we are voting rightly when we give a vote which tends to confound the hopes of traitors.”  The House divided.  Harley was a teller on one side, Wharton on the other.  Only eighty-eight voted with Harley, two hundred and twenty-nine with Wharton.  The Whigs were so much elated by their victory that some of them wished to move a vote of thanks to William for his gracious answer; but they were restrained by wiser men.  “We have lost time enough already in these unhappy debates,” said a leader of the party.  “Let us get to Ways and Means as fast as we can.  The best form which our thanks can take is that of a money bill.”

Thus ended, more happily than William had a right to expect, one of the most dangerous contests in which he ever engaged with his Parliament.  At the Dutch Embassy the rising and going down of this tempest had been watched with intense interest; and the opinion there seems to have been that the King had on the whole lost neither power nor popularity by his conduct.502

Another question, which excited scarcely less angry feeling in Parliament and in the country, was, about the same time, under consideration.  On the sixth of December, a Whig member of the House of Commons obtained leave to bring in a bill for the Naturalisation of Foreign Protestants.  Plausible arguments in favour of such a bill were not wanting.  Great numbers of people, eminently industrious and intelligent, firmly attached to our faith, and deadly enemies of our deadly enemies, were at that time without a country.  Among the Huguenots who had fled from the tyranny of the French King were many persons of great fame in war, in letters, in arts and in sciences; and even the humblest refugees were intellectually and morally above the average of the common people of any kingdom in Europe.  With French Protestants who had been driven into exile by the edicts of Lewis were now mingled German Protestants who had been driven into exile by his arms.  Vienna, Berlin, Basle, Hamburg, Amsterdam, London, swarmed with honest laborious men who had once been thriving burghers of Heidelberg or Mannheim, or who had cultivated vineyards along the banks of the Neckar and the Rhine.  A statesman might well think that it would be at once generous and politic to invite to the English shores and to incorporate with the English people emigrants so unfortunate and so respectable.  Their ingenuity and their diligence could not fail to enrich any land which should afford them an asylum; nor could it be doubted that they would manfully defend the country of their adoption against him whose cruelty had driven them from the country of their birth.