s well as with sinners. There stands Oates on one
side of the pillory; and if Baxter stood on the other, the
two greatest rogues in the kingdom would stand together.'"

"When the trial came on at Guildhall, a crowd of those who
loved and honored Baxter, filled the court. At his side
stood Doctor William Bates, one of the most eminent
Non-conformist divines. Two Whig barristers of great note,
Pollexfen and Wallop, appeared for the defendant."

"Pollexfen had scarce begun his address to the jury, when
the chief justice broke forth: 'Pollexfen, I know you well.
I will set a mark on you. You are the patron of the faction.
This is an old rogue, a schismatical knave, a hypocritical
villain. He hates the Liturgy. He would have nothing but
longwinded cant without book;' and then his lordship turned
up his eyes, clasped his hands, and began to sing through
his nose in imitation of what he supposed to be Baxter's
style of praying, 'Lord, we are thy people, thy peculiar
people, thy dear people.' Pollexfen gently reminded the
court that his late majesty had thought Baxter deserving of
a bishopric. 'And what ailed the old blockhead then,' cried
Jeffreys, 'that he did not take it?' His fury now rose
almost to madness. He called Baxter a dog, and swore that it
would be no more than justice to whip such a villain through
the whole city."

"Wallop interposed, but fared no better than his leader.
'You are in all these dirty causes, Mr. Wallop,' said the
judge. 'Gentlemen of the long robe ought to be ashamed to
assist such factious knaves.' The advocate made another
attempt to obtain a hearing, but to no purpose. 'If you do
not know your duty,' said Jeffreys, 'I will teach it you.'

"Wallop sat down, and Baxter himself attempted to put in a
word; but the chief justice drowned all expostulation in a
torrent of ribaldry and invective, mingled with scraps of
Hudibras. 'My lord,' said the old man, 'I have been much
blamed by Dissenters for speaking respectfully of bishops.'

"'Baxter for bishops!' cried the judge; 'that's a merry
conceit indeed. I know what you mean by bishops--rascals
like yourself, Kidderminster bishops, factious, snivelling
Presbyterians!'

"Again Baxter essayed to speak, and again Jeffreys bellowed,
'Richard, Richard