son
before a Scottish jury of which the MARQUIS OF MONTROSE was foreman, and
was found guilty. He escaped the scaffold, for that time, by getting
away, in the disguise of a page, in the train of his daughter, LADY
SOPHIA LINDSAY. It was absolutely proposed, by certain members of the
Scottish Council, that this lady should be whipped through the streets of
Edinburgh. But this was too much even for the Duke, who had the
manliness then (he had very little at most times) to remark that
Englishmen were not accustomed to treat ladies in that manner. In those
merry times nothing could equal the brutal servility of the Scottish
fawners, but the conduct of similar degraded beings in England.

After the settlement of these little affairs, the Duke returned to
England, and soon resumed his place at the Council, and his office of
High Admiral--all this by his brother's favour, and in open defiance of
the law. It would have been no loss to the country, if he had been
drowned when his ship, in going to Scotland to fetch his family, struck
on a sand-bank, and was lost with two hundred souls on board. But he
escaped in a boat with some friends; and the sailors were so brave and
unselfish, that, when they saw him rowing away, they gave three cheers,
while they themselves were going down for ever.

The Merry Monarch, having got rid of his Parliament, went to work to make
himself despotic, with all speed. Having had the villainy to order the
execution of OLIVER PLUNKET, BISHOP OF ARMAGH, falsely accused of a plot
to establish Popery in that country by means of a French army--the very
thing this royal traitor was himself trying to do at home--and having
tried to ruin Lord Shaftesbury, and failed--he turned his hand to
controlling the corporations all over the country; because, if he could
only do that, he could get what juries he chose, to bring in perjured
verdicts, and could get what members he chose returned to Parliament.
These merry times produced, and made Chief Justice of the Court of King's
Bench, a drunken ruffian of the name of JEFFREYS; a red-faced, swollen,
bloated, horrible creature, with a bullying, roaring voice, and a more
savage nature perhaps than was ever lodged in any human breast. This
monster was the Merry Monarch's especial favourite, and he testified his
admiration of him by giving him a ring from his own finger, which the
people used to call Judge Jeffreys's Bloodstone. Him the King employed
to go about a