His return was, however, celebrated by the populace with every sign of joy and attachment.

The bonfires blazed, and the gunpowder roared, all night.

In every parish from Mile End to Saint James's was to be seen enthroned on the shoulders of stout Protestant porters a pope, gorgeous in robes of tinsel and triple crown of pasteboard; and close to the ear of His Holiness stood a devil with horns, cloven hoof, and a snaky tail.
Even in his country house the king could find no refuge from the importunate loyalty of his people.

Reputations from cities, counties, universities, besieged him all day.

He was, he wrote to Heinsius, quite exhausted by the labour of hearing harangues and returning answers.