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the Duke of Glocester, because he would “ We lived together as you did see to die not deliver his wife, Jacqueline, out of her Together that will be never yet in and grierous imprisonment, being then helde Thro' Christ we hope to live for ever prysoner by the Duke of Burgondy, suffer- From sudden death Good Lord deliver me ing her there to remain so unkindly, and for Yet sudden death we hope did set our sister his publike keeping by him another adul- free."--Ch. Church. tresse, contrary to the law of God, and the honourable estate of matrimony."—EDMUND Howes.

In a church yard, about five miles from There are many curious particulars in Monmouth, on the Chepstow road :this man's? history. I have never (that I

“ ON SOME CHILDREN. remember) seen him quoted, or heard his

“SLEEP soft in dust, wait the Almighty's name. He wrote under Elizabeth, James and Charles; and acknowledges obligations Then rise again and be as angels still."

for assistance in his work, among other men
more eminent in their own day, to Sir Ed- “ A Loving wife, a tender mother,
ward Coke and Master Camden.

Which hard it were to find such another.
If Angels were on earth sure this was one

Whose limbs lie here, her soul to God is
Duty of exposing Crimes.

Aown." A de tel forfaits celui qui détourne ses regards est un lâche, un déserteur de

“ I LABOUR'D hard in this world la justice; la véritable humanité les envi

But 'twas no gain to me, sage, pour les connoître, pour les juger, I hope my child and I will gain eternity.” pour les détester.”—Le Levite D'EPHRAIM. This the motto for my war poems.

A TENDER father, a mother dear,
Two bosom friends lie buried here.

It was pale-faced death that brought us

hither. “ The year rolls on and steals away

We lived in love-let us lie together.
The breath that first it gave,

So here we lie by our dear babes
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

All covered with cold clay,
We're travelling to the grave.”

Hoping with joy to meet our Lord
Winnessley, Monmouthshire.

At the eternal day.”

" At the ester end of this free
Stone here doeth ly the letle
Bone of Water Spurrer
That fine boy that was his
Friends only joy he was
Drownd at Milham's bridge."

Ch. Ch. 1691.

6. The best of wives was call'd from me

She was both meek and mild;
Twas God's decree, let his will be,

He took both wife and child."

"I find by HEARNE that he published it from Srowe's papers, and that it bears Stowe's name.-Sept. 2, 1798.-R. S. The work is thus quoted in Watt's Biblioth. Britan. “ An. nales; or a General Chronicle of England, began by John Stow, continued to the end of the year 1631. Lond. 1631, fol.”—J. W.W.

“ HERE lies a woman

By all the good esteemed
Because they proved her

Really what she seem'd."
“ SLEEP lovely babes, and be at rest,
God calls them first, whom he loves best."


6 For Jesus' sake in his most blessed name Amid the irksome solitude of crowds, I crave,

And with the unmeaning look of gaiety Do not remove this stone, nor yet disturb Hide the heart's fullness. It is very hard this grave."

When Memory's eye turns inward on the

form “ FAREWELL dear babes ; to dust we you Of one she loves, to waken from the dream, resign,

As all unpitying on the suffering ear And at your lot we will no more repine ;

Some fashion-monger with her face of fool Being assured that at the Resurrection, Voids all her gather'd nonsense.

When I Your bodies through Christ will rise into

think perfection."

That thy meek spirit must endure all this
Sophia ! I esteem the truant hour

Most profitably past whose song may bring

Brief solace. Thou would'st know what “ Un ruisseaux tire des eaux pures de sa cares employ source; mais il est troublé d'abord qu'il The morn, and whither is the noon-tide walk passe par dessus les bords de son canal.”_

And what the evening sports of him, wh Oriental Maxim. A good simile applied to economy. And noon and night fills up Affection's


I know these longings well; and I would “ In winter the trees remind us of skele

fain tons.”_W. SMELLIE.

Sketch the rude outline that Affection's hand

Will love to perfect, as her magic gives UNBELIEVERS — to a man who stops his

Soul to the picture. When at morn he seeks ears in a thunder-storm for fear.- Koran, The echoing ocean's verge, she best can feel v. 1. p. 4.

What feelings swell within the enthusiast's Cool sound of wind—to the rain falling

breast, on the tree that shelters the summer tra

As o'er the grey infinity of waves veller.

His eye reposes, as the gathered surge Clinging to religion-to the volutella. Bursts hollow on his ear, then rolling back

“Oh! woe to thee when doubt comes on! | Yields to a moment's silence, while the foam it blows over thee like a wind from the Left by the billow, as it melts away, north, and makes all thy joints to quake.”

Shakes in the wind trembling with rainbow

hues. From a quaint piece, in the Selections from Foreign Journals, taken from the

She best can tell, when at the noon-tide hour Teutsche Museum, entitled —" That a man

Beside the brook he bends, the wrinkled

brook can do whatever he will, is something more than a mere matter of speculation;" by John Rolling light shadows o'er its bedded sand, PETER CRAFT.

What thoughts of quietness arise, what scenes
Of future peace float o'er the tranquil mind,

As the low murmuring of the pleasant stream
Lines to S. P.1

Makes sweetest music, such as in the heart BURTON, September 1st. 1797. Of one made hard by suffering till he hates

Mankind with deadliest loathing, might “ A WEARYING thing it is to waste the day

awake Among the biped herd; to walk alone

Feelings that fill the eye. She reads his soul Sophia Pemberton, afterwards married to

When from the high hill top, the dark high his friend Charles Lloyd.-J. W. W.



That from the water'd vale abrupt and bare With such slow wasting as had made the
Starts, he beholds the goodly plain below; hour
Fair streams and tufted cottages, the cliffs Of death most welcome. To the house of
Of the far island whose white majesty

mirth The setting sun empurples, and the sea We held our way, and with that idle talk Whose leaden greyness to the baffled sight That passes o'er the mind and is forgot Seems mingling with the sky. Affection We wore away the time. But it was eve there

When homewardly I went, and in the air Will blend her own identity with his

Was that cool freshness, that discolouring And live in his sensations.


I would tell That makes the eye turn inward ; then I From the damp eve retiring how we draw heard Around the cheerful light, but that the group Over the vale the heavy toll of death Are strangers, and Sophia scarce has heard Sound slow, and questioned of the dead Her name, in whom my heart has centred all again. Its dearest feelings, all its earthly hopes, It was a very plain and simple tale ! My Edith. I am little prone to trust

She bore, unhusbanded, a mother's name, Expectance now, for many wrongs have And he who should have cherished her, far wrought

off That wisdom in me which in earlier youth Sailed on the seas, self-exiled from his home, Youth-like I made my mock: and now I bear For he was poor. Left thus, a wretched one, A shield from whose impervious adamant

Scorn made a mock of her, and evil tongues The poison'd darts of disappointment fall Were busy with her name. With feather weakness. Yet that heart ad

She had yet one ill mits

Heavier, neglect,-forgetfulness from him One hope, “a rebel to its own resolves." Whom she had loved so dearly. Once he And to its full and perfect happiness

wrote, Expects from yours addition ; when the song But only once that drop of comfort came That tells of home and all its nameless joys To mingle with her cup of wretchedness, Shall with the most intense delight pervade And when his parents had some tidings from Sophia's heart, and fill her eye with tears, him, As gazing round she feels those joys her There was no mention of poor Hannah there.

R. S. Or 'twas the cold enquiry, bitterer

Than silence : so she pined and pined away,

And for herself and baby toiled and toiled Hannah."

Till she sunk with very weakness. Her old TAB COFFIN as I crossed the common lane

mother Came sudden on my view. It was not here Omitted no kind office, and she worked A sight of every day, as in the streets Most hard, and with hard working barely Of the great city, and we paused and asked

earned Who to the grave was going. It was one, Enough to make life struggle. Thus she lay A village girl; they told us she had borne On the sick bed of poverty, so worn An eighteen months' strange illness; pined That she could make no effort to express away

Affection for her infant, and the child

Whose lisping love perhaps had solaced her, " It has been thought right to insert this here. With strangest infantine ingratitude It is the original draft of the Hannah in the

Shunned her as one indifferent. She was English Eclogues, from which it differs consi. derably. ee Poems in one volume, p. 152.

J. W. W. That anguish, for she felt her hour draw on,



weary rest."

have run,

And 'twas her only comfort now to think to King Arthur (Bale and others say, gotUpon the grave. “ Poor girl!” her mother ten upon Melaria, a nun, by Xantus, prince said,

of Cardigan), and successor to Dubrice, " Thou hast suffered much!"

“Ay, mo

archbishop of Caerleon, upon Usk.”—Ibid. ther! there is none

Songs the Fourth and Fifth.
Can tell what I have suffered !" she replied,
“But I shall soon be where the

And she did rest her soon, for it pleased God
To take her to his mercy.

“ OF Merlin and his skill what region doth R. S.

not hear? The world shall still be full of Merlin every

where. Tenderness.

A thousand lingering years his prophecies TENDERNESS with golden locks, and the grey eye that, in the twilight hour, a darker and scarcely shall have end till time itself lustre beams.

be done. Who of a British nymph was gotten, whilst

she played Priestesses in the Seam.

With a seducing spirit, which won the good“In the Seam, an isle by the coast of the

ly maid : French Bretagne, nine virgins consecrate to

As all Demetia through there was not found perpetual chastity, were priests of a famous


peer, oracle, remembered by Mela. His printed Who being so much renowned for beauty books have“ Gallicenas vocant;" where that

far and near, great critic Turneb reads, “ Galli zenas" or

Great lords her liking sought, but still in " lenas vocant.” But White of Basingstoke

vain they prov'd. will have it “ cenas," as interpreting their That spirit (to her unknown) this virgin profession and religion, which was in an are

only loved ; bitrary metamorphosing themselves, charm- Which taking human shape, of such perfecing the winds (as of later times the witches

tion seem'd, of Lapland and Finland) skill in predictions, As, all her suitors scorn'd, she only him esmore than natural medicine and such like ;

teem'd, their kindness being in all chiefly to sailors." Who feigning for her sake that he was come -Selden's Illustrations of Drayton's Poly- froin far, Olbion, Song the First.

And richly could endow, a lusty batchelor,

On her that prophet got, which from his
St. David.

ther's womb St. Dewy, as the Welsh call him, was

Of things to come foretold until the gene

ral doom." prognosticated above thirty years before his birth. “The translation of the archbishopric His mother was a nun, daughter to Puwas also foretold in that of Merlin, · Mene- bidius, king of Mathraval, and called Mavia shall put on the pall of Caerleon; and tilda.—Ibid. Song the Fifth. the preacher of Ireland shall wax dumb by an infant growing in the womb.' That was

Mathraval. performed when St. Patrick, at presence of Melaria, then with child, suddenly lost use “MATHRAVAL is five miles west of the Seof his speech; but recovering it after some vern, it shows at present no remains of its time, made prediction of Dewy's holiness." | ancient splendour, there being only a small

“Reports of him affirm that he was uncle farin house where the castle stood, whose


site occupied about two acres, guarded on tage with a field like an island of fertility;
one side by the steep over the river, on the looking from thence down a little glen, in
other by a vast rampart of stone and earth whose bottom flows a brook; the sea appears
and a deep fosse. A high keep at one cor- about 100 yards distant, breaking on a rough
ner. In Gwern Ddu, a wood over against shore. The stones in this brook were some
it on the opposite side of the river, is a cir- green, some of the brown yellow iron hue.
cular entrenchment, and in a field beyond The single rock in sight. Sand bank at
a round mount."—Gough's Camden.

Poole harbour mouth. Our separation.
Breakfastless walk. View of Corfe. Brank-

sey. Sturt's hideous house. Entry of the Images.

vessel from Newfoundland. Sand shower. Distinct shadows on the water in cloudy Effect of wind in confusing the head. Rickweather.

man's bush shelter from a storm at the haEarthy smell of moss.

ven mouth. Smell of the autumnal leaves. Thin, misty, unreal appearance of the hills For it must never meet the common eye.

Tom-I pray thee cherish it. in a fine October morning. The grass in an orchard gaily chequered Were I a single being I would be a wan


derer. Why? with the sunshine falling between through the trees. A country house. No sound but the click

Siege of Orleans. of the clock. The hollyhock still in blossom.

MONSTRELLET writes it Clacedas, and ClaOct. 29.

sendas at his death. Morning. A grey cloud rising like a hill

“A une dicelles escarmouches fut occis along the horizon. Gray's Inn Hall in a November afternoon. ung tresvaillant Chevalier Anglois et re

nomme en armes nomme Messire Lancelot A faint light through the unpainted part of

de Lisle. the windows. The fire in the middle, equally in all parts affected by the air, flaming up de Saint Loup qui estoit moult fort, et avoit

“Allerent avecques elle assaillir la bataille bluely to a point, and often showering up dedans de troys a quatre cens Angloys ou sparks lost in the gloom above. tremulous seen across the charcoal fire. environ, lesquelz assez tost furent conquis Lower end of the roof beams strongly light- ladicte fortificacion fut toute demolie et mise

et mors et prins et mis a grant mischief. Et ed. Above, all gloom. Add to this the tro

en feu et en flambe.” phied armour damp gleaming to the central

“Le Seigneur De Moulins et Le Bailly fire, and it is the hall of chivalry.

Deureux"-killed. Trees marked by their ramification in

The forts were burnt as soon as taken, winter. Minute and many branchings of

and when the English had fled “ lesdictes the elm. What tree is it that hangs down

bastilles et forteresses furent prestement its globular seeds by a long thin stem ?

arses et demolies jusques en terre, affin que The mist by its light tinge as it passes

nulles gens guerre de quelconque pays over the sun, marks its place.

quilz soient ne si peussent plus loger."—ff. Unwholesome green in trees, &c. in damp

43. places.

I purposed epistolizing my attempt to visit Corfe Castle, and would preserve the images

Battle of Patay. if ever leisure may occur to use them. At Patay, "les François moult de pres

Early rising. Ileford—Evilford-bridge. mirent pied a terre, et descendirent la plus Poole heath-no grass there. The little cot- grant partie de leur chevaulx."


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