as guilty of an high presumption here in
all humility begs your Lordship's pardon) wherein my chief scope is
to personate the Good Samaritan, that, as he cured the wounded
traveller by searching his wounds with wine and suppling them with
oil, so I have here both described the rise and progress of our
national malady, and also prescribed the only remedy, that I might
be in some kind instrumental, under God and your Highness, in the
healing of the same ... My Lord, as it must needs grieve you to see
these three distressed kingdoms lie like a body without a head, so
it may also cheer you to consider that the Comforter hath empowered
you (and in this nick of time you only) to make these dead and dry
bones live. You may by this one act ennoble and eternize yourself
more in the hearts and chronicles of these three kingdoms than by
all your former victories and the long line of your extraction from
the Plantagenets your ancestors ... It is a greater honour to
_make_ a king than to _be_ one. Your proper name minds
you of being St. George for England; you surname prompts you to
stand for order: then let not panic fears, punctilios of human
policy, or state formalities, beguile you (whom we look upon as
Jethro's magistrate, who was a man of courage, fearing God, dealing
truly, and hating covetousness) of that immarescible crown of glory
due to you, whom we hope that God hath designed to be the repairer
of the breach and the temporal redeemer of your native country."

Evidently Dr. Griffith was a silly person, more likely to make a
cause ridiculous than to help it. There were things in his sermon and
its accompaniments, however, that might harm the King's cause
otherwise than by the bad literary taste of the defence. There was a
tone of that revengeful spirit which it was the policy of all the
more prudent Royalists to disown. Hence the publication annoyed even
in that quarter. The unpardonable offence, however, was the address
to Monk. He was studying to be as secret as the grave, had signified
his leanings to the King by not a single public word, and indeed had
hardly ceased to swear he stood for the Commonwealth. And here was an
impudent Doctor of Divinity spoiling all by openly assuming and
announcing the very thing to be concealed. Monk was excessively
irritated; the Council of State sympathized with him; and so, "to
please and blind the fanatical party" for the moment, Dr. Griffi