Nymphs of the forest, in whose arms I lay Now that my weary way is past, Desert me not; but as ye favouring smiled, Oh weep, and weave my bier at last. The song at the beginning of the Bergeries and Masquerades is exceedingly sprightly and gracious. I will add another, which, though scarce less animated, is in a graver style. Las que nous sommes miserables, Diverses Amours, Chanson, p. 570. Alas! how hard a lot have we, That live the slaves of men's decrees, As full of vain inconstancy As are the leaves on forest trees. L The thoughts of men, they still resemble That roar, and run, and in their wrath His verses on Marriage, and his Adieu to Poland, prove that he could be at times sarcastic. At p. 596, we find a sonnet on the Bergerie of Remy Belleau; and at p. 631, another on the death of the same poet. There are commendatory verses on Desportes himself, by the Cardinal du Perron at p. 243, and by Bertaut at p. 306; and in one of the elegies to his memory, at the end of this volume, with the signature, J. de Montereul, (of whom I find no mention elsewhere,) he is thus described :— Il estoit franc, ouvert, bon, liberal, et doux; Open he was, frank, liberal, and kind; Philippe Desportes was born at Chartres, in 1546; and died at his Abbey of Bonport, in Normandy, on the fifth of October, 1606. Charles IX. presented him with eight thousand crowns for his poem of Rodomont; and for one of his sonnets, he was remunerated with the Abbey of Tiron. It was a piping time for the Muses. Of the wealth, which thus flowed in upon him, he was as generous as his eulogist has described him. Almost all the contemporary poets were his friends; and those amongst them who stood in need of his assistance, did not seek it in vain. JEAN BERTAUT. THE edition of Bertaut's poems, which I met with in the old French library, was entitled, Recueil des Oeuvres Poetiques de J. Bertaut, Abbé d'Aunay, et premier Aumonier de la Royne. Seconde edition. Paris, 1605. The reader will not expect much imagination in copies of verses written on such subjects as The Conversion of the King, The Reduction of Amiens, A Discourse presented to the King on his going to Picardy to fight against the Spaniard, A Discourse to the King on the Conference held at Fontainebleau; and there is about as much poetry in them as in those by Waller, Dryden, and Addison, on similar occasions. The poem on the death of Ronsard, (though it has much mythological trifling about Proteus, and Nereus, and Thetis, and Jupiter, and Mercury in the shape of the Cardinal du Perron) becomes exceedingly interesting towards the conclusion, where Bertaut expresses his affection for the departed poet, and the zeal which he had early felt to imitate him : Je n'avois pas seize ans quand la premiere flame Fol qui n'advisay pas que la divine grace Qui va cachant son art d'un art qui tout surpasse, Que la facilité qui le fait estimer! Lors à toy revenant, et croyant que la peine Je te prins pour patron, mais je peu moins encor Si bien que pour jamais ma simple outrecuidance, Toy principalement belle e genereuse ame, |