THe Illuſtrious Prince, James Duke of York Born on the 14 of October, in the Year of Mans redemption, 1633 and in the Eleventh Year of the Reign of his Royal Father Charles the Firſt, of ever glorious Memory, but no ſooner did this brance of Honour begin to floriſh in the peaceful Court: and raiſe his tender Virtues to ſuch good eſteeem, as made the wonder ſpread into the utmoſt Corners of the Frozen North, but envy pearch'd upon our glorious Iſle, and fate began to work three Kingdoms ruins; prompted on by thoſe ungrateful men, whom ſacred Oaths had bound with Lives and Fortunes, to defend what they endeavoured to deſtroy, for ſure it is both Heavens Laws, and thoſe of Princes here below, that are compact and regulated by the ſame, ought to be held more ſacred: then be thrown back into the Face of all preſerving juſtice, ſuch affronts are to omnipotence as well as to his ſacred Vicegerents that command for him the Nations here on Earth, but to return his Royal Highneſs tho' in his tender years ſuſtained a feeling part of Grief, and danger in thoſe dire callamities raiſe high, with tides of plebean rage; the which ſo many years o're flowed the ſurface of our Albion with a Crimſon ſtream, whilſt thoſe infernal Nimrods hunted after Royal Blood: until at laſt (oh fatal to declare) the beſt of Kings fell by the worſt of Men, whilſt Heaven and Earth ſtood both amazed at ſuch impiety, and Natures mighty hinges Groaned, and weeping Clouds declared the ſpreading ſorrow, which ſince almighty vengeance has conffirmed how ſacred Kings lives ought to be held, after which his Highneſs miraculouſly eſcaping their Barbarous hands was obliged for his ſafety to forego his Native Land; and Croſs the ſwelling Floods: to ſeek adventure in the Neighbouring Kingdoms; where tho' but a ſtanger as to his perſon, yet the Royal accents of his Noble Soul had given Breath unto the loudeſt Trump of Fame, that welcomed ſuch great vertues, equal to the greatneſs of his Birth, for treacherous Fortune has not power to make a conqueſt over Candid Virtue: it ſtill mounts above her reach, and like to the Victorious Palm; tho' Laden round and preſſed with ponderous waights; yet dares the worſt, and ſtill aſcends to weave its Top among the Clouds; whilſt ſtormes beneath its branches loudly roar, and all the littel ſtreams of mallice leave their Channels dry, witneſs Spain, what worthy Praiſes there his Valliour won, his very name made haughty France to tremble and had his Royal courage been but back'd with Souldiers equal to its brave deſert the black Princes bold Atcheivements that procured the name of thunder-bolt in War, muſt have given place to his, and Bluſh to be out done; whilſt with his Sword he had cut out a laſting name in Charecters of Blood, but as it was, Fame owns him for her Son: for like to Mars. he fought even in the Mouth of ſlaughter; whilſt heaps of ſlain like ramparts hemed him in▪ and yet the power of France, nor Engliſh Rebels (for at that time they could be term'd no leſs) there in league durſt brave his noble fury, or once ſo much as hinder his retreat, but to come nearer home, after the thrice Bleſſed reſtoration of his Royal Brother, and our moſt ſacred King; whoſe daies be as the daies of Heaven, and boundleſs Bleſſing ſhower upon his Head, whilſt flaming Cherubims with joy and peace ſurround his Guarded Throne the Dutch having took breath after, their dreadful overthrow began again to put their former Indignities in uſe, and by baſe pretended priviledges, they ſo exasperated the Nation that has ſo long rod empreſs of the Flood; that it was the Royal pleaſure to proclaim a War, thereby to Curb the Inſolencies of the late deſtreſſed Hogen Mogens, in which his Royal Highneſs did command in cheif, whoſe conduct on the roaling Seas, in known unto the utmoſt limits of the yet known World, how bravely he behaved himſelf amongſt a Thouſand Fates: tho' dres'd in their moſt dreadful guiſes, and for his Kings his own and Countries Honour, undauntedly fought whilſt ſwift Wing'd Death Sung round his Royal Head, and Climbing Fires made all the Ocian ſeem to Blaze, whilſt Peals of Thundering Cannons from each quarter Belched diſtructive Flame, and ruin ſeemed to cover all whoſe force the Dutch no longer being able to reſiſt hoiſted their Sails; and with the remnant of their ſhattered naxy ſtood amain to ſhore leaving behind a number of their veſſels ſwallowed in the deep, beſides the number that were Captive made, theſe were brave cauſes worthy, Engliſh Valour at the higheſt, but 'tis obſerved, that envies Snakes Lurk too oft beneath the wreaths of Lawrels, that adorn the Conquering Brow, and yet true Worth in ſpite of thoſe, will find deſerved Praiſe; Fate has not power to tumble down, the ſtructure Fame has raiſed, 'twas in thoſe times that high applaunſes rung, and no Ecclipſes ſcreen'd the luſter of his rayes but all ſhewed bright as the meriddian Sun, and oh, that Heaven wou'd ſo Unite all hearts in peace and concord; that love and joy might run down much like a mighty ſtream, then vvould our Golden daies appear, and ſhovvers of Bleſſings would avvaight our Morning dauns and we might reſt ſecure beneath the Everlaſting Goſpels Wings; then Hell in vain might try to make a ſeperation, all vvould turn to Paradice again, and the reformed Church might juſtly Glory in her ſacred Beauty; vvhen all Endeavoured to promote her intereſt, no animoſities vvould then ariſe, but Calm vvould all the bluſtering Storms of State appear, and ſmiling mercy vvould conduct us ſafe to the bleſſed manſions of our Everlaſting habitations there, to ſing Ozanas vvith the Glorious Quiers of Saints above, theſe and ſuch like wiſhes ought to be the delight of all well affected ſubjects and with continual prayers ſhould implor Heaven conffirm the ſame, but that Scotland ſhould out do our Nation in gratitude and kindneſs ſeems moſt ſtrange, a people rough by nature and contemning art, under a frozen clime, which ſhould by conſequence make People harſh, and more uncivil? in reſpect wherefore it will not be a miſs here to incert the manner of his Highneſs reception, there more fully then hither to it has been publiſhed for the ſatisfaction of the curious.

His Royal Highneſs after his returning from beyond the Seas, was pleaſed, accompined with her Royal Highneſs, to take a progreſs into the North, to view, his Royal Grandfathers antient Kingdom, (viz) Scotland where after much reſpect and gratitude ſhewed to them through all the Engliſh Countries as they paſſed, they arrived at the famous Town of Barwick, where after ſome ſhort ſtay their Royal Highneſſes on the 22 of November, about 7 of the Clock in the Morning parted in their Coach with their attendance, and a little diſtance on the borders, his Majeſties ſtanding forces of that Kingdom, commanded by the honourable Marqueſs Montroſs, were drawn up to receive them, with all imaginary expreſſions of joy and reſpect; their Royal Highneſses having no ſooner paſſed through them, but were met and ſalluted by the Lord Chancellor, and 38 of the Lords of the privy council, with about 6 more of the cheif nobility of Scotland, who came attended with ſeveral hundreds of eminent Gentry, beſides freeholders and other, making in all a Body of about 2000 Horſe bravely accutered, the Nobility being on foot came up to their Royal Highneſses Coach, to pay their reſpect whereupon his Royal Highneſs was pleaſed to alight and receive their compliements, which were that they conceived an unfeigned joy in his Royal highneſses preſance, and with all reſpect welcomed him in that Kingdom, the which his Royal Highneſs moſt kindly resented by many expreſſions, and was pleaſed to ſtand uncovered, until they had moſt of them kiſſed his hand, and paied the like to her Royal Highneſs in her Coach, after which his Royal Highneſs, nobly attended paſſed on to the Duke of Lawderdales Houſe, at Lethington ſome diſtance thence, where their Royal Higneſses with moſt of the nobility were highly entertained for ſeveral daies and to conclude a general joy ſpread every where, through all that Northern Kingdom, the which they were not wanting to expreſs with all the Pompous ſhews imaginable.