Answers the toiling labour of But man forgets his maker who JONATHAN MITCHEL, Pastor of the church in Cambridge, deserves some notice for his attempts at poetry. Upon the death of Henry Dunster, one of the translators of the Bay Psalm Book, who was dismissed from his office as President of Harvard College for his heterodox opinions upon the subject of baptism, Mitchel wrote an elegy, some stanzas of which deserve transcribing for the strain of liberal sentiment which they breathe on the subject of the President's religious notions. WHERE faith in Jesus is sincere, And though we be imperfect here, Yet may we once the rest obtain, Where Christ with perfect Saints doth reign, Then shall we all like-minded be, There Luther both and Zuinglius, There all the truly righteous Sans feud live to eternity. John Wilson, the Paul of New England, who is celebrated by Cotton Mather as the greatest "anagrammatizer"* since the days of Lycophron, and who even uttered anagrams by improvisation, has also left specimens of his verse behind him; they may be found in the Magnalia. Thomas Shepard of Charlestown, who died in 1677, has left similar relics. He is better known by the Elegy which URIAN OAKES, the President of Harvard College wrote upon his death. President Oakes was styled the Lactantius of New England; his fame as a scholar was widely extended, and his character pre-eminent for piety and benevolence. His elegy on Shepard's death was printed in 1677; a good authority has pronounced it a highly meritorious performance. We give a few stanzas taken from different parts of the poem. ART, nature, grace in him were all combined To be descended well, doth that commend? (His blessed father was of high renown: His look commanded reverence and awe, And ruled by love and wisdom more than fear. *The rage for anagrams appears to have been universal in the country at that time. The biographer of Wilson cites the criticisms of the Jews upon the Old Testament in defence of the practice, and declares that much devout instruction was realized from this play upon names. He complains that there were not a greater number of anagrams made upon the name of Wilson, and insinuates that the muses looked very dissatisfied when they beheld the inscription on his tomb without this customary appendage. The muses and the graces too conspired He breathed love and pursued peace in his day, Sure Father Wilson's genuine son was he, The successor of President Oakes at Harvard was JOHN ROGERS. He came in his youth to New England and was educated at the College over which he was called to preside. Before he was chosen to the presidency he had been first a preacher and then a physician. He died suddenly in 1684, having been President but two years. His verses addressed to Mrs Bradstreet merit an insertion here. They have more correctness and elegance than are to be found in any we have yet noticed except those of the writer to whom they are addressed. MADAM, twice through the Muses' grove I walkt, On high they made their heavenly sonnets flye, Twice have I drunk the nectar of your lines, Methought I was upon mount Hybla's top, There where I might those fragrant flowers lop, Whence did sweet odors flow, and honey spangles drop. To Venus' shrine no altars raised are, Nor venom'd shafts from painted quiver fly: Nor wanton Doves of Aphrodite's carr, How sage Apollo Daphne hot pursues, Or stately Jove himself is wont to haunt the stews. Nor barking Satyrs breathe, nor dreary clouds Chanting as every humour, age and season fits. Here silver swans, with nightingales set spells, By paying every one due tribute of his praise. This seem'd the scite of all those verdant vales, But whilst those Syrens sung, I sunk in sea of bliss. Thus weltring in delight, my virgin mind I find 'T was fancie's glass alone that multipli'd; Nature with art so closely did combine, I thought I saw the Muses treble trine, Which prov'd your lonely Muse superiour to the Nine. Your only hand those poesies did compose : Your head the source, whence all those springs did flow : Then vail your bonnets, Poetasters all, Strike, lower amain, and at these humbly fall, And deem yourselves advanc'd to be her pedestal. Should all with lowly congees laurels bring, PETER FOLGER, who settled at Nantucket, where he kept a school, was the author of a poetical work entitled "A Looking Glass for the Times." This was published in 1675 or 1676. Folger's daughter was the mother of Benjamin Franklin, and Franklin in his own life has given a description of the poem. We have not been able to obtain a sight of this performance. The only copy we have yet heard of, was in the possession of a friend a year or two since but is now lost. A few extracts have been published in one of our literary journals. We will quote the words of Franklin in describing the poem. "The author addresses himself to the governors for the time being; speaks for liberty of conscience, and in favor of the Anabaptist Quakers, and other sectaries who had suffered persecution. To this persecution he attributes the war with the natives and other calamities which afflicted the country, regarding them as the judgments of God in punishment of so odious an offence; and he exhorts the government to the repeal of laws so contrary to charity. The poem appeared to be written with a manly freedom and a pleasing simplicity." Folger's book we understand is accurately described in the above paragraph, and a short extract which we have at hand will give an idea of the poetry. THE rulers in the country I do own them in the Lord! is that they would keep bound, |