The Triumphs of London, For the Inauguration of the Right Honourable Sir Thomas Abney, Kt. LORD MAYOR OF THE City of LONDON.

CONTAINING A Description of the PAGEANTS, toget [...] with the Publick Speeche [...] and the whole Solemnity of th [...] Day.

Performed on Tuesday the 29th of October, 1700.

All set forth at the proper Cost and Charge of the Honour­able Company of FISHMONGERS.

Published by Authority.

LONDON: Printed for R. Barnham in Little Britain. 1700.

To the Right Honourable Sir Thomas Abney, Kt. Lord Mayor of the City of London.

My LORD,

AS there's a large Distinction betwixt the Honour of the Magistracy, and that of the Magistrate; the First being that which he finds in his High Seat, and the Last that which he brings himself thither with him: So there's nothing more happy then when the Perfections of the One aggrandi [...] the Glory of the Other.

The fair Hopes your Lordship gives us on this Occasion are not a little conspicuous, when your whole Conduct of Life has appear'd so singularly eminent, in that Serenity of Temper, being of so pacifick a Dis­position in all your Converse with Mankind; that were the general Genius of Humane Race but moulded like your own; I might say, with a great deal of Truth, Enmity and Discord had been Names unknown to the World; and that warmest Smile of Heaven, the Bles­sing of Peace, had been an Universal and Everlasting Inheritance.

In your Lordship's Advancement to the Pretorian Dignity, I cannot tell what Pride there may be in the [Page]Robe, I am sure there will be none in the Wearer. Nor can the CHAIR raise you so high, but your own Innate Goodness and Humanity will still sit up­permost.

How far these Signal Virtues, accompanied by your Lordship's no less eminent Prudence, may qualify you for the Magistrate, were a needless Description.

But in all our Assurance of your Lordship's steering Hand at this Honourable Helm; as Commendable as that Important Part, the Execution of Right and Equi­ty may be; yet 'tis not All the World expects. The Governing Head of this Glorious City, in no other Capacity than her Supreme Administrator of Justice, does not fully answer that Figure and Character he bears. For, to say Truth, the Precepts or Decrees of his Mi­nisterial Authority, are not so much the Edicts of Guildhall, as of St. Stephen's Chappel: With the Law on one Side, and the Obligation of his Oath on th [...] other, in that part of his Greatness, viz. his Post of Trust and Power, he may be said, in some measure, on­ly to Obey when he Commands. That Judiciary Ad­ministration therefore, as being no more than the Per­formance of his Duty (not to derogate from the Glory of Magistracy) is not his highest Desert.

No, my Lord, as the City of London is that Metro­polis, that bears her Head so high, without a Vanity, above any of her European Rivals; so her Eyes look up with no common Expectation from her command­ing Magistrate. 'Tis his publick Acts of Munificence and Hospitality; in short, the keeping up the Grandeur of the CHAIR, and thereby rendring himself the more Worthy of that Exalted Station, those being his [Page]own free and voluntary Grace and Goodness, that must compleat the shining Merit of a Mayoralty. 'Tis the Generous Accession to Dignity is always the Noblest. That's the only Glorious Ambition of a Magistrate, when he aspires to a Post of Honour more to do Good in it, than to reap Good from it. 'Tis on these Foundations only that the Glory of a Year may sup­port the Reputation of a whole Life, and transmit a Lasting Fragrance to the very Memory of a truly Ho­nourable Magistrate.

Now, my Lord, not doubting but your Lordship makes your Entry with these Generous Resolutions, 'tis to that True Pretorian Greatness, that I make you this hearty Congratulation, from,

My LORD,
Your Lordship's
Most Dutiful Servant,
E. SETTLE

TO THE Worshipful Company OF FISHMONGERS.

Gentlemen,

WHen I enter the Walls of your Honourable Foundation, methinks your very Constitution seems to stand upon one of the fairest Basis of all the Soci­eties of Trade through the whole Nation. For INDƲSTRY, that Virtue, which is the Support of Kingdoms, more particularly shines in your Sphere. The Product of most other Industrious Arts, Professions or Manufactures, seems to be but a stinted Wealth. In our Drapery, for Instance, or our Tillage, we can spin out our Wooll no farther than our Sheeps Backs can bear; nor heap our Granaries fuller than the Crop of the Glebe will yield us. But FISHERY drains from an Inexhaustible Fountain, viz. the bottomless and boundless Ocean: And all that's gotten from thence is an entire Additional Increase to the Wealth of a Nation, whilst all that's rais'd from the other Funds is but an Improvement of what we have of our own before. For this Reason, methinks the FISHMONGERS and GOLDSMITHS were once very justly incorporated together. For as One raises his Increase from the Depth of the Sea, so the other from the Bowels of the Earth.

But a Panegyrick upon your Profession being the least part of my present Theme, I am now bound to congratulate your Honour of having the CHAIR with you.

'Tis true, your Walls have not been so graced for some time past; and therefore the present grateful occasion of a Triumph has given you so much the greater Sa­tisfaction, and open'd a Liberal Hand for the Entertainment of such an Honour­able Guest under your Roof.

However, notwithstanding this present Interval, your Company has been famous for no vulgar List of Worthies, having now number'd no less than 48 Lord Mayors of your own: Such a plentiful Growth of Honour sufficiently tells the World, 'tis a Rich Bed that makes so fair a Product.

Nor has the Number been more extraordinary, than some more particular dar­ling WORTH that has appear'd among you. The matchless Glory of your Sir William Walworth, who singly attacked the formidable Rebel Wat. Tyler at the whole Head of his Lawless Troops, and by that undaunted and victorious Stroke rescued his threatned Country, and succour'd his Prince; an Atchievment that gave the Dagger to the City Arms; that single memorable Patriot in his hard Steel in Smithfield-Rounds, has possibly outvyed the Lustre of a long Succes­sion of Gold Chains at Guildhall.

With such Exemplar Virtue of your own Fraternity, give me Leave, Gentle­men, to wish, that you may never want a Succession of Worthies, when your King and your Country shall call for 'em; I am,

GENTLEMEN,
Your most humble Servant,
E. S.

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