milar
work, which appeared during the time of the Commonwealth. The
"Lambethisms" were secrets divulged by Martin, who, it seems,
had got into the palace itself! Their productions were,
probably, often got up in haste, in utter scorn of the
Horatian precept. [These pamphlets were printed with
difficulty and danger, in secrecy and fear, for they were
rigidly denounced by the government of Elizabeth. Sir George
Paul, in his "Life of Archbishop Whitgift," informs us that
they were printed with a kind of wandering press, which was
first set up at Moulsey, near Kingston-on-Thames, and from
thence conveyed to Fauseley in Northamptonshire, and from
thence to Norton, afterwards to Coventry, from thence to
Welstone in Warwickshire, from which place the letters were
sent to another press in or near Manchester; where by the
means of Henry, Earl of Derby, the press was discovered in
printing "More Work for a Cooper;" an answer to Bishop
Cooper's attack on the party, and a work so rare Mr. Maskell
says, "I believe no copy of it, in any state, remains."]

As a great curiosity, I preserve a fragment in the _Scottish_
dialect, which well describes them and their views. The title
is wanting in the only copy I have seen; but its extreme
rarity is not its only value: there is something venerable in
the criticism, and poignant in the political sarcasm.

"Weil lettred clarkis endite their warkes, quoth Horace,
slow and geasoun,
Bot thou can wise forth buike by buike, at every spurt and
seasoun;
For men of litrature t'endite so fast, them doth not fitte,
Enanter in them, as in thee, their pen outrun thair witte.
The shaftis of foolis are soone shot out, but fro the merke
they stray;
So art thou glibbe to guibe and taunte, but rouest all the
way,
Quhen thou hast parbrackt out thy gorge, and shot out all
thy arrowes,
See that thou hold thy clacke, and hang thy quiver on the
gallows.
Els Clarkis will soon all be Sir Johns, the priestis craft
will empaire,
And Dickin, Jackin, Tom, and Hob, mon sit in Rabbies
chaire.
Let Geor