I'll win it in my water, and my malt,

My furnaces, and hanging of my coppers,

clamour was excited on the occasion; but it speedily subsided; for the Star Chamber kept a watchful eye on the first symptoms of discontent at these pernicious indulgences. "Now" (says the author of the first fourteen years of king James) "my lord Harrington obtained a patent of his majesty for the making of brasse farthings, a thing that brought with it some contempt, -though lawful, for all things lawful are not expedient, who being enjoined to goe into the Low-countries with her Grace" (the princess Elizabeth, married to the Palsgrave)" by the way lost his life." From this nobleman they took the name of Harringtons in common conversation; thus sir Henry Wotton: "I have lost four or five friends, and not gotten the value of one Harrington." Letters, p. 558. Several of these little pieces were in the bands of Mr. Waldron, and Whalley caused one of them to be engraved; this I have copied, though it is too common, I suspect, to be an object either of interest or curiosity.

In that amusing collection of anecdotes, &c. the Oxoniana, there is a singular error respecting this word, which occurs in Drunken Burnaby's Journal:

"Veni Harrington, bonum omen!

Vere amans illud nomen ;
Harringtoni dedi nummum,
Et fortuna penè summum,
Indigenti postulanti

Benedictonem danti."

"Thence to Harrington, be it spoken,
For name's sake, I gave a token

To a beggar that did crave it

And as cheerfully receive it.

More he need not me impórtune,

For 'twas the utmost of my fortune."

From this passage, the surname of Harrington has been absurdly given to Barnaby-" though it must be observed," (the collector says) that in the Latin there is little if any proof of Barnaby's surname being Harrington, but only in the English translation." vol. ii. p. 57. In fact, there is no proof of it in

The tonning, and the subtlety of my yest;
And, then the earth of my bottles, which I dig,
Turn up, and steep, and work, and neal, myself,
To a degree of porcelane. You will wonder
At my proportions, what I will put up
In seven years! for so long time I ask
For my invention. I will save in cork,
In my mere stop'ling, above three thousand pound,
Within that term; by googing of them out
Just to the size of my bottles, and not slicing:
There's infinite loss in that. [Trains draws out
another.] What hast thou there?

O! "Making wine of raisins:" this is in hand now.
Eng. Is not that strange, sir, to make wine of

raisins?

Meer. Yes, and as true a wine as the wines of France,

Or Spain, or Italy: look of what grape

My raisin is, that wine I'll render perfect,
As of the Muscatel grape, I'll render Muscatel;
Of the Canary, his; the Claret, his;

So of all kinds and bate you of the prices
Of wine throughout the kingdom half in half.
Eng. But how, sir, if you raise the other
commodity,

Raisins?

Meer. Why, then I'll make it out of blackberries,

either language. Barnaby simply means to say, that when he reached Harrington, he had in his pocket the token or farthing piece of that name, which he looked on as a fortunate circumstance. This Harrington he bestowed in charity; and, as it was the whole of his stock, the act may be placed as a small set-off against some of his drunken frolics.

6 Is not that strange, sir, to make wine of raisins?] Whatever it might be in Fitzdottrel's days, it is sufficiently familiar in ours. The late Mr. Beaufoy would have outgone Meercraft in his own way; and his successors are thought to have improved even upon his ingenuity.

And it shall do the same. 'Tis but more art,
And the charge less. Take out another.

Fitz. No, good sir,

Save you the trouble, I'll not look, nor hear
Of any but your first, there; the drown'd-land;
If't will do, as you say.

Meer. Sir, there's not place

To give you demonstration of these things, They are a little too subtle. But I could shew you Such a necessity in it, as you must be

But what you please; against the received heresy, That England bears no dukes.' Keep you the land, sir,

The greatness of the estate shall throw't upon you.
If you like better turning it to money,

What may not you, sir, purchase with that wealth?
Say you should part with two of your millions,
To be the thing you would, who would not do't?
As I protest I will, out of my dividend,
Lay for some pretty principality

In Italy, from the church: now you, perhaps,
Faucy the smoke of England rather? But
Have you no private room, sir, to draw to.
To enlarge ourselves more upon?

7

Fitz. O yes.-Devil!

· against the received heresy,

That England bears no dukes.] I know not when this heresy crept in. There was apparently some unwillingness to create dukes, as a title of honour, in the Norman race; probably because the Conqueror, and his immediate successors, were dukes of Normandy, and did not choose that a subject should enjoy similar dignities with themselves. The first of the English who bore the title was Edward the black prince, (son of Edward III.) who was created duke of Cornwall, by charter, as Collins says, in 1337. The dignity being subsequently conferred on several of the blood-royal, and of the nobility, who came to untimely ends, an idea seems to have been entertained by the vulgar, that the title itself was ominous. At the accession of James I. to the crown of this country, there was, I believe, no English peer of ducal dignity.

Meer. These, sir, are businesses ask to be carried

With caution, and in cloud.

Fitz. I apprehend

They do, sir.

Enter PUG.

Devil, which way is your mistress?

Pug. Above, sir, in her chamber.

Fitz. O that's well:

Then this way, good sir.

Meer. I shall follow you. Trains, Give me the bag, and go you presently, Commend my service to my lady Tailbush. Tell her I am come from court this morning; say, I have got our business mov'd, and well: entreat her,

That she give you the fourscore angels, and see

them

Disposed of to my counsel, sir Paul Eitherside. Some time, to-day, I'll wait upon her ladyship, With the relation.

Eng. Sir, of what dispatch

He is! do you mark?

[Exit Trains.

[Aside to Fitz.

Meer. Engine, when did you see

My cousin Everill? keeps he still your quarter

In the Bermudas ?

Eng. Yes, sir, he was writing

This morning, very hard.

Meer. Be not you known to him,

That I am come to town: I have effected

A business for him, but I would have it take him, Before he thinks for't.

Eng. Is it past?

Meer. Not yet.

'Tis well o' the way.

Eng. O sir! your worship takes

Infinite pains.

Meer. I love friends to be active:
A sluggish nature puts off man, and kind,
Eng. And such a blessing follows it..
Meer. I thank

My fate.-Pray you, let's be private, sir..
Fitz. In, here.

Meer. Where none may interrupt us.

[Exeunt Meer. and Engine.

Fitz. You hear, Devil,

Lock the street-doors fast, and let no one in,
Except they be this gentleman's followers,
To trouble me. Do you mark? You have heard

and seen

Something to-day, and by it you may gather, Your mistress is a fruit that's worth the stealing, And therefore worth the watching. Be you sure,

now,

You have all your eyes about you; and let in No lace-woman, nor bawd, that brings French masks,

And cut-works; see you? nor old croans with wafers,

To convey letters: nor no youths, disguised Like country-wives, with cream and marrowpuddings.

Much knavery may be vented in a pudding, Much bawdy intelligence: they are shrewd cyphers.

Nor turn the key to any neighbour's need;
Be it but to kindle fire, or beg a little,
Put it out rather, all out, to an ash,

That they may see no smoke. Or water, spill it;
Knock on the empty tubs, that by the sound.
They may be forbid entry. Say, we are robb'd,
If any come to borrow a spoon or so:

• A sluggish nature puts off man and kind.] i, e. human nature. See Vol. IV. p. 224.