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that defames him whom the law would have defamed, except he also do it out of rancor. For, in infamy, all are executioners; and the law gives a malefactor to all to be defamed. And, as malefactors may lose and forfeit their goods or life; so may they their good name, and the possession thereof, which, before their offence and judgment, they had in all men's breasts. For all are honest, till the contrary be proved.-Besides, it concerns the commonwealth that rogues should be known; and charity to the public hath the precedence of private charity. So that it is so far from being a fault to discover such offenders, that it is a duty rather; which may do much good, and save much harm.-Nevertheless, if the punished delinquent shall be much troubled for his sins, and turn quite another man, doubtless then also men's affections and words must turn, and forbear to speak of that which even God himself hath forgotten.

As a poet, Herbert ranks among the metaphysical class, belonging to the same school with John Donne. His poems are generally of a serious character, relating either to the grave realities of this life, or the momentous con. cerns of another. Most of them, however, are so quaint, so filled with far. fetched images and illustrations, and are so recondite in their meaning, that they cannot be read with much pleasure. The following are two of his best pieces:

SUNDAY.

O day most calm, most bright!
The fruit of this, the next world's bud;
Th' endorsement of supreme delight,
Writ by a friend, and with his blood;
The couch of time; care's balm and bay;
The week were dark, but for thy light;-

Thy torch doth show the way.

The other days and thou
Make up one man; whose face thou art,
Knocking at heaven with thy brow:
The worky days are the back-part;
The burden of the week lies there,
Making the whole to stoop and bow,

Till thy release appear.
Man had straight forward gone
To endless death. But thou dost pull
And turn us round, to look on one,
Whom, if we were not very dull,
We could not choose but look on still;
Since there is no place so alone,

The which he doth not fill.

1 Read --Willmott's “Lives of the English Sacred Poets," which contains well-written notices of Davies, Sandys, Wither, Giles Fletcher, Quarles, Crashaw, Milton, Watts, Young, Blair, Cowper, and others.

Sundays the pillars are
On which heaven's palace arched lies:
The other days fill up the spare
And hollow room with vanities.
They are the fruitful bed and borders
In God's rich garden; that is bare,

Which parts their ranks and orders.

The Sundays of man's life,
Threaded together on time's string,
Make bracelets to adorn the wife
Of the eternal, glorious King.
On Sunday, heaven's gate stands ope;
Blessings are plentiful and rife;

More plentiful than hope.

Thou art a day of mirth:
And, where the week-days trail on ground,
Thy flight is higher, as thy birth.
Oh, let me take thee at the bound,
Leaping with thee from seven to seven;
Till that we both, being toss'd from earth,

Fly hand in hand to heaven!

THE BOSOM SIN.1
Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round!

Parents first season us; then schoolmasters

Deliver to us laws; they send us bound
To rules of reason, holy messengers,
Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin,

Afflictions sorted, anguishi of all sizes,

Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in,
Bibles laid open, millions of surprises,
Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness,

The sound of glory ringing in our ears;

Without, our shame: within, our consciences;
Angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears:

Yet all these fences and their whole array
One cunning bosom sin blows quite away.

THOMAS CAREW. 1589—1639.

Of the personal history of Thomas Carew we have not many particulars. He was educated at Oxford, and, after travelling abroad, was received with great favor at the court of Charles I. for his elegant manners and personal accomplishments. All his poems are short and occasional, and were exceedingly popular at the time. “Sprightly, polished, and perspicuous," says Headley, "every part of his works displays the man of sense, gallantry, and

1 # This sonnet is equally admirable for the weight, number, and expression of the thoughts, and for the simple dignity of the language; unless, indeed, a fastidious taste should object to the latter all of the sixth line." -- Coleridge.

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breeding. He has the case, without the pedantry of Waller, and perhaps less conceit:" and Campbell remarks that “his poems have touches of elegance and refinement, which their trifling subjects could not have yielded without a delicate and deliberate exercise of the fancy; and he unites the point and polish of later times with many of the genial and warm tints of the elder muse." It is deeply to be regretted that he should have employed such talents upon subjects generally so trivial, when he might have shone in the higher walks of poetry, and built for himself a wide-spread fame.

EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS.

The Lady Mary Villiers lies
Under this stone: With weeping eyes
The parents that first gave her birth,
And their sad friends, laid her in earth:
If any of them (reader) were
Known unto thee, shed a tear:
Or if thyself possess a gem,
As dear to thee, as this to them;
Though a stranger to this place,
Bewail in theirs, thine own hard case;
For thou perhaps at thy return
Mayst find thy darling in an urn.

PERSUASIONS TO LOVE.
Starve not yourself, because you may
Thereby make me pine away;
Nor let brittle beauty make
You your wiser thoughts forsake:
For that lovely face will fail ;
Beauty's sweet, but beauty's frail;
'Tis sooner past, tis sooner done,
Than summer's rain, or winter's sun:
Most fleeting when it is most dear;
'Tis gone, while we but say 'tis here.
These curious locks so aptly twined,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind,
Will change their auburn hue, and grow
White and cold as winter's snow.
That eye, which now is Cupid's nest,
Will prove his grave, and all the rest
Will follow; in the cheek, chin, nose,
Nor lily shall be found, nor rose.
And what will then become of all
Those, whom now you servants call?
Like swallows, when your summer's done,
They'll fly, and seek some warmer sun.

PLEASURE.
Bewitching siren! gilded rottenness!
Thou hast with cunning artifice display'd
Th' enamell d outside, and the honied verge
Of the fair cup where deadly poison lurks.
Within, a thousand sorrows dance the round;
And, like a shell, pain circles thee without.

Grief is the shadow waiting on thy steps,
Which, as thy joys 'gin towards their west decline,
Doth to a giant's spreading form extend
Thy dwarfish stature. Thou thyself art pain,
Greedy intense desire; and the keen edge
Of thy fierce appetite oft strangles thee.
And cuts thy slender thread; but still the terror
And apprehension of thy hasty end
Mingles with gall thy most refined sweets:
Yet thy Circean charms transform the world.
Captains that have resisted war and death,
Nations that over fortune have triumph'd,
Are by thy magic made effeminate :
Empires, that knew no limits but the poles,
Have in thy wanton lap melted away.
Thou wert the author of the first excess
That drew this reformation on the gods;
Canst thou, then, dream those powers that from heaven
Banish'd th' effect, will there enthrone the cause ?
To thy voluptuous den fly, witch, from hence;
There dwell, for ever drown'd in brutish sense.

GERVASE MARKHAM. GEBVASE MARKHAM was a very voluminous writer in the reigns of Elizabeth, James I., and Charles I., but neither the period of his birth nor his death has been ascertained. He commenced author about the year 1592, and lived to a good old age, dying in the latter part of the reign of Charles I. His education had been very liberal, for he was esteemed a good classical scholar, and was well versed in the French, Italian, and Spanish languages. He seems to have been a general compiler for the booksellers, writing upon almost every subject. His popularity in his day was unrivalled, many of his works reaching numerous editions. The following excellent remarks are from his work on Housewifery:2

THE GOOD HOUSEWIFE. Next unto her sanctity and holiness of life, it is meet that our English housewife be a woman of great modesty and temperance, as well inwardly as outwardly ; inwardly, as in her behavior and carriage towards her husband, wherein she shall shun all violence of rage, passion, and humor, coveting less to direct than to be directed, appearing ever unto him pleasant, amiable, and de. lightful; and, though occasion of mishaps or the misgovernment of his will may induce her to contrary thoughts, yet virtuously to suppress them, and with a mild sufferance rather to call him home from his error, than with the strength of anger to abate the least spark of his evil; calling into her mind, that evil and uncomely language is deformed, though uttered even to servants; but most monstrous and ugly, when it appears before the presence of a husband : outwardly, as in her apparel and diet, both which she shall proportion according to the competency of her husband's estate and calling, making her circle rather strait than large : for it is a rule, if we extend to the uttermost, we take away increase ; if we go a hair's breadth beyond, we enter into consumption; but if we preserve any part, we build strong forts against the adversaries of fortune, provided that such preservation be honest and conscionable.

1 See a list of his works in Lowndes's “ Bibliography," jil. 1211, and in Drake's “Shakspeare," I. 506 : also in the “Censura Literaria," v. 105-117.

I must give the title as a curiosity: “The English Honse-Wife, containing the inward and outwari virtues which ought to be in a compleat woman. As her skill in physick, chirurgery, cookery, extraction of oyls, banqueting-stuff, ordering of great feasts, preserving of all sorts of winem, concited secrets, distillations, perfumes, ordering of wool, hemp, flax; making cloth and dying, the knowledge of dayries, office of malting, of oats, their excellent rules in families; of brewing, baking, and all other things belonging to an household. A work generally approved, and now the elghth time much augmented, purged, and made most profitable and necessary for all men, and the general

-nting. By G. Markham."

To conclude, our English housewife must be of chaste thoughts, stout courage, patient, untired, watchful, diligent, witty, pleasant, constant in friendship, full of good neighborhood, wise in discourse, but not frequent therein, sharp and quick of speech, but not bitter or talkative, secret in her affairs, comfortable in her counsels, and generally skilful in the worthy knowledges which do belong to her vocation.

GEORGE SANDYS. 1587-1643.

Tas eminent sacred poet, the son of Archbishop Sandys, was born in 1587, and in his eleventh year he entered St. Mary's Hall, Oxford. He spent many years in travelling in the East, visiting Asia Minor, Palestine, Persia, Egypt, &c.; and notwithstanding the labors of more recent travellers, his works still have a high reputation, and are still referred to as of the first av: thenticity and credit. To an ardent spirit of curiosity and research, he united a pure and discriminating taste, and a spirit of true piety. He died in 1643.

The principal poetical work of Sandys is a translation of the Psalms of David, incomparably the most poetical in the English language, but yet, at the present day, scarcely known.

THE LAMENTATION OF DAVID OVER SAUL AND JONATHAN.

Thy beauty, Israel, is fled,

Sunk to the dead;
How are the valiant fallen! the slain

Thy mountains stain.
Oh! let it not in Gath be known,
Nor in the streets of Ashkelon:

1 See Sir Egerton Brydges's “Censura Literaria," iv. 420, and s. 394,

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