There had never before been such a day in England; and there has never since been such a day.

The tide of feeling was already on the turn; and the ebb was even more rapid than the flow had been.

In a very few hours the High Churchman began to feel tenderness for the enemy whose tyranny was now no longer feared, and dislike of the allies whose services were now no longer needed.

It was easy to gratify both feelings by imputing to the dissenters the misgovernment of the exiled King.

His Majesty-such was now the language of too many Anglican divines-would have been an excellent sovereign had he not been too confiding, too forgiving.