execution, but draws up a petition on her behalf, that her life may be spared; and when he visits Oliver Cromwell—let me say a right royal man, a true king—he is not at all abashed before the Protector, but speaks to him just as plainly as he speaks to the poor girl in the jail at Derby; he does not forget the little, or fear the great. When he writes to friend Charles the Second—who, by the bye, scarcely deserves so honorable a title—it is just in the self-same bold but courteous style. There is