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to the solemn service which I had been silently for ourselves detecting the genius of listening to. It was a jar after that music. it? In no part of our beloved Abbey now

You had your education at Westminster; can a person find entrance (out of service and doubtless among those dim aisles and time) under the sum of two shillings. The cloisters, you must have gathered much of rich and the great will smile at the antithat devotional feeling in those young years, climax, presumed to lie in these two short on which your purest mind feeds still—and words. But you can tell them, sir, how may it feed! The antiquarian spirit, strong much quiet worth, how much capacity for in you, and gracefully blending ever with enlarged feeling, how much taste and genius, the religious, may have been sown in you may coexist, especially in youth, with a among those wrecks of splendid mortality. purse incompetent to this demand. A You owe it to the place of your education ; respected friend of ours, during his late visit you owe it to your learned fondness for the to the metropolis, presented himself for architecture of your ancestors ; you owe it admission to St. Paul's. At the same time a to the venerableness of your ecclesiastical decently clothed man, with as decent a wife establishment, which is daily lessened and and child, were bargaining for the same called in question through these practices— indulgence. The price was only two-pence to speak aloud your sense of them ; never to each person. The poor but decent man desist raising your voice against them, till hesitated, desirous to go in ; but there were they be totally done away with and abolished; three of them, and he turned away reluctill the doors of Westminster Abbey be no tantly. Perhaps he wished to have seen the longer closed against the decent, though tomb of Nelson. Perhaps the Interior of low-in-purse, enthusiast, or blameless devotee, the Cathedral was his object. But in the who must commit an injury against his state of his finances, even sixpence might family economy, if he would be indulged reaso

usonably seem too much. Tell the Ariswith a bare admission within its walls. You tocracy of the country (no man can do it owe it to the decencies, which you wish to more impressively); instruct them of what see maintained, in its impressive services, value these insignificant pieces of money, that our Cathedral be no longer an object of these minims to their sight, may be to their inspection to the poor at those times only, in humbler brethren. Shame these Sellers out which they must rob from their attendance of the Temple. Stifle not the suggestions of on the worship every minute which they can your better nature with the pretext, that an bestow upon the fabric. In vain the public indiscriminate admission would expose the prints have taken up this subject,-in vain Tombs to violation. Remember your boysuch poor, nameless writers as myself express days. Did you ever see, or hear, of a mob their indiguation. A word from you, sir,-a in the Abbey, while it was free to all ? Do hint in your Journal-would be sufficient to the rabble come there, or trouble their heads fling open the doors of the Beautiful Temple about such speculations? It is all that you again, as we can remember them when we can do to drive them into your churches ; were boys. At that time of life, what would they do not voluntarily offer themselves. the imaginative faculty (such as it is) in They have, alas ! no passion for antiquities ; both of us, have suffered, if the entrance to for tomb of king or prelate, sage or poet. so much reflection had been obstructed by If they had, they would be no longer the the demand of so much silver !—If we had rabble. scraped it up to gain an occasional admission For forty years that I have known the (as we certainly should have done) would Fabric, the only well-attested charge of the sight of those old tombs have been as violation adduced, has been—a ridiculous impressive to us (while we have been dismemberment committed upon the effigy weighing anxiously prudence against senti- of that amiable spy, Major André. And is ment) as when the gates stood open as those it for this—the wanton mischief of scne of the adjacent Park; when we could walk school-boy, fired perhaps with raw notions in at any time, as the mood brought us, for a' of Transatlantic Freedom-or the remote shorter or longer time, as that lasted? Is possibility of such a mischief occurring again, the being shown over a place the same as so easily to be prevented by stationing a

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constable within the walls, if the vergers are themselves with contemplating the ragged incompetent to the duty-is it upon such Exterior of their Cathedral ? The mischief wretched pretences that the people of was done about the time that you were a England are nade to pay a new Peter's scholar there. Do you know anything about Pence, so long abrogated; or must content the unfortunate relic ?

AMICUS REDIVIVUS.

Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep

Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? I do not know when I have experienced a on,-shall I confess ?—in this emergency it stranger sensation, than on seeing my old was to me as if an Angel had spoken. friend, G. D., who had been paying me a Great previous exertions—and mine had not morning visit, a few Sundays back, at my been inconsiderable—are commonly followed cottage at Islington, upon taking leave, by a debility of purpose. This was a moment instead of turning down the right-hand path of irresolution. by which he had entered—with staff in MONOCULUS—for so, in default of catching hand, and at noonday, deliberately march his true name, I choose to designate the right forwards into the midst of the stream medical gentleman who now appeared—is a that runs by us, and totally disappear. grave, middle-aged person, who, without

A spectacle like this at dusk would have having studied at the college, or truckled to been appalling enough ; but in the broad, the pedantry of a diploma, hath employed a open daylight, to witness such an unreserved great portion of his valuable time in experimotion towards self-destruction in a valued mental processes upon the bodies of unforfriend, took from me all power of speculation. tunate fellow-creatures, in whom the vital

How I found my feet I know not. Con- spark, to mere vulgar thinking, would seem sciousness was quite gone. Some spirit, not extinct and lost for ever. He omitteth no my own, whirled me to the spot. I remember occasion of obtruding his services, from a nothing but the silvery apparition of a good case of common surfeit suffocation to the white head emerging ; nigh which a staff ignobler obstructions, sometimes induced by (the hand unseen that wielded it) pointed a too-wilful application of the plant cannabis upwards, as feeling for the skies. In a outwardly. But though he declineth not moment (if time was in that time) he was altogether these drier extinctions, his occuon my shoulders; and I—freighted with a pation tendeth, for the most part, to waterload more precious than his who bore practice; for the convenience of which, he Anchises.

hath judiciously fixed his quarters near the And here I cannot but do justice to the grand repository of the stream mentioned, officious zeal of sundry passers by, who, where day and night, from his little watchalbeit arriving a little too late to participate tower, at the Middleton's Head, he listeneth in the honours of the rescue, in philanthropic to detect the wrecks of drowned mortality, shoals came thronging to communicate their partly, as he saith, to be upon the spot-and advice as to the recovery ; prescribing partly, because the liquids which he useth to variously the application, or non-application, prescribe to himself and his patients, on of salt, &c., to the person of the patient. these distressing occasions, are ordinarily Life, meantime, was ebbing fast away, more conveniently to be found at these comamidst the stifle of conflicting judgments, mon hostelries than in the shops and phials when one, more sagacious than the rest, by of the apothecaries. His ear hath arrived a bright thought, proposed sending for the to such finesse by practice, that it is reported Doctor. Trite as the counsel was, and he can distinguish a plunge, at half a furlong impossible, as one should think, to be missed | distance; and can tell if it be casual or

deliberate. He weareth a medal, suspended coming up now, when his heart was made over a suit, originally of a sad brown, but tender as a child's—for the tremor cordis, in which, by time and frequency of nightly the retrospect of a recent deliverance, as in divings, has been dinged into a true profes- a case of impending danger, acting upon an sional sable. He passeth by the name of Doc-'innocent heart, will produce a self-tendertor, and is remarkable for wanting his left eye.'ness, which we should do ill to christen His remedy-after a sufficient application of cowardice ; and Shakspeare, in the latter warm blankets, friction, &c., is a simple crisis, has made his good Sir Hugh to rememtumbler or more, of the purest Cognac, ber the sitting by Babylon, and to mutter of with water, made as hot as the convalescent shallow rivers. can bear it. Where he findeth, as in the Waters of Sir Hugh Middleton—what a case of my friend, a squeamish subject, he spark you were like to have extinguished for condescendeth to be the taster ; and showeth, ever! Your salubrious streams to this City, by his own example, the innocuous nature of for now near two centuries, would hardly che prescription. Nothing can be more kind have atoned for what you were in a moment or encouraging than this procedure. It washing away. Mockery of a river-liquid addeth confidence to the patient, to see his artifice_wretched conduit ! henceforth rank medical adviser go hand in hand with him- with canals and sluggish aqueducts. Was it self in the remedy. When the doctor for this that, smit in boyhood with the exploswalloweth his own draught, what peevish rations of that Abyssinian traveller, I paced invalid can refuse to pledge him in the the vales of Amwell to explore your tribupotion ? In fine, Monoculus is a humane, tary springs, to trace your salutary waters sensible man, who, for a slender pittance, sparkling through green Hertfordshire, and scarce enough to sustain life, is content to cultured Enfield parks ?-Ye have no swang wear it out in the endeavour to save the lives -no Naiads—no river God—or did the of others—his pretensions so moderate that benevolent hoary aspect of my friend tempt with difficulty I could press a crown upon ye to suck him in, that ye also might have him, for the price of restoring the existence the tutelary genius of your waters ? of such an invaluable creature to society Had he been drowned in Cam, there would as G. D.

have been some consonancy in it; but what It was pleasant to observe the effect of the willows had ye to wave and rustle over his subsiding alarm upon the nerves of the dear moist sepulture ?— or, having no name, absentee. It seemed to have given a shake besides that unmeaning assumption of eternal to memory, calling up notice after notice, of novity, did ye think to get one by the noble all the providential deliverances he had ex- prize, and henceforth to be termed the perienced in the course of his long and inno- STREAM DYERIAN ? cent life. Sitting up in my couch-my couch

And could such spacious virtue find a grave which, naked and void of furniture hitherto,

Beneath the imposthumed bubble of a wave? for the salutary repose which it administered, shall be honoured with costly valance, at I protest, George, you shall not venture some price, and henceforth be a state-bed at out again—no, not by daylight—without a Colebrook,—he discoursed of marvellous sufficient pair of spectacles—in your musing escapes—by carelessness of nurses—by pails moods especially. Your absence of mind we of gelid, and kettles of the boiling element, have borne, till your presence of body came in infancy-by orchard pranks, and snapping to be called in question by it. You shall not twigs, in schoolboy frolics—by descent of go wandering into Euripus with Aristotle, if tiles at Trumpington, and of heavier tomes we can help it. Fie, man, to turn dipper at at Pembroke— by studious watchings, in- your years, after your many tracts in favour ducing frightful vigilance-by want, and the of sprinkling only! fear of want, and all the sore throbbings of I have nothing but water in my head the learned head.—Anon, he would burst out o’nights since this frightful accident. Someinto little fragments of chanting-of songs times I am with Clarence in his dream. At long ago—ends of deliverance hymns, not others, I behold Christian beginning to sink, remembered before since childhood, but and crying out to his good brother Hopeful

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(that is, to me)," I sink in deep waters ; the the palace must be considerable ; and the billows go over my head, all the waves go grim Feature, by modern science so often over me. Selah.” Then I have before me dispossessed of his prey, must have learned Palinurus, just letting go the steerage. I by this time to pity Tantalus. cry out too late to save. Next follow-a A pulse assuredly was felt along the line mournful procession-suicidal faces, saved of the Elysian shades, when the near arrival against their will from drowning ; dolefully of G. D. was announced by no equivocal trailing a length of reluctant gratefulness, indications. From their seats of Asphodel with ropy weeds pendent from locks of arose the gentler and the graver ghosts, watchet hue— constrained Lazari — Pluto's poet, or historian-of Grecian or of Roman half-subjects-stolen fees from the grave- lore – to crown with unfading chaplets bilking Charon of his fare. At their head the half-finished love-labours of their unArion-or is it G. D. ?-in his singing gar-wearied scholiast. Him Markland exments marcheth singly, with harp in hand, pected—him Tyrwhitt hoped to encounter and votive garland, which Machaon (or -him the sweet lyrist of Peter House, whom Dr. Hawes) snatcheth straight, intending to he had barely seen upon earth,* with newest suspend it to the stern God of Sea. Then airs prepared to greet - ; and patron of follow dismal streams of Lethe, in which the the gentle Christ's boy,—who should have half-drenched on earth are constrained to been his patron through life-the mild drown downright, by wharfs where Ophelia Askew, with longing aspirations leaped foretwice acts her muddy death.

most from his venerable Æsculapian chair, And, doubtless, there is some notice in that to welcome into that happy company the invisible world when one of us approacheth matured virtues of the man, whose tender (as my friend did so lately) to their inexorable scions in the boy he himself upon earth had precincts. When a soul knocks once, twice, so prophetically fed and watered. at Death's door, the sensation aroused within

• GRAIUM tantum vidit,

SOME SONNETS OF SIR PHILIP SYDNEY.

SYDNEY's Sonnets—I speak of the best of no reason why he should not have acted the them-are among

the

very best of their sort. same part in that emergency, which has They fall below the plain moral dignity, the glorified the name of a later Sydney. He did sanctity, and high yet modest spirit of self- not want for plainness or boldness of spirit. approval, of Milton, in his compositions of a His letter on the French match may testify similar structure. They are in truth what he could speak his mind freely to Princes. Milton, censuring the Arcadia, says of that The times did not call him to the scaffold. work (to which they are a sort of after-tune The Sonnets which we oftenest call to or application), “ vain and amatorious" mind of Milton were the compositions of his enough, yet the things in their kind (as he maturest years. Those of Sydney, which I confesses to be true of the romance) may be am about to produce, were written in the "full of worth and wit.” They savour of the very heyday of his blood. They are stuck Courtier, it must be allowed, and not of the full of amorous fancies—far-fetched conceits, Commonwealthsman. But Milton was a befitting his occupation; for True Love Courtier when he wrote the Masque at Lud- thinks no labour to send out Thoughts upon low Castle, and still more a Courtier when the vast and more than Indian voyages, to he composed the Arcades. When the bring home rich pearls, outlandish wealth, national struggle was to begin, he becomingly gums, jewels, spicery, to sacrifice in selfcast these vanities behind him; and if the depreciating similitudes, as shadows of true order of time had thrown Sir Philip upon the amiabilities in the Beloved. We must be crisis which preceded the revolution, there is Lovers_or at least the cooling touch of time,

II.

Come, Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
The indifferent judge between the high and low;
With shield of proof shield me from out the prease
of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw;
O make in me those civil wars to cease ;
I will good tribute pay if thou do so.
Take thou of me sweet pillows, sweetest bed ;
A chamber deaf to noise, and blind to light;
A rosy garland, and a weary head.
And if these things, as being thine by right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,
Livelier than elsewhere, STELLA's image see.

III.

the circum præcordia frigus must not have
so damped our faculties, as to take away our
recollection that we were once so—before we
can duly appreciate the glorious vanities, and
graceful hyperboles, of the passion. The
images which lie before our feet (though by
some accounted the only natural) are least
natural for the high Sydnean love to express
its fancies by. They may serve for the loves
of Tibullus, or the dear Author of the School-
mistress; for passions that creep and whine
in Elegies and Pastoral Ballads. I am sure
Milton never loved at this rate. I am afraid
some of his addresses (ad Leonoram I mean)
have rather erred on the farther side ; and
that the poet came not much short of a
religious indecorum, when he could thus
apostrophige a singing-girl :
Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite gentes)

Obtigit æthereis ales ab ordinibus,
Quid mirum, Leonora, tibi si gloria major,

Nam tua præsentem vox sonat ipsa Deum ?
Aut Deus, aut vacui certè mens tertia cæli,

Per tua secretò guttura serpit agens ;
Serpit agens, facilisque docet mortalia corda

Sensim immortali assuescere posse sono.
QUOD SI CUNCTA QUIDEM DEUS EST, PER CUNCTAQUE

FUSUS,
IN TE UNA LOQUITUR, CÆTERA MUTUS HABET.

This is loving in a strange fashion ; and it requires candour of construction (besides the slight darkening of a dead language) to cast a veil over the ugly appearance of something very like blasphemy in the last two verses. I think the Lover would have been staggered if he had gone about to express the same thought in English. I am sure Sydney has no flights like this. His extravaganzas do not strike at the sky, though he takes leave to adopt the pale Dian into a fellowship with his mortal passions.

The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness
Bewray itself in my long-settled eyes,
Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,
With idle pains, and missing aim, do guess.
Some, that know how my spring I did address,
Deem that my Muse some fruit of knowledge plies;
Others, because the Prince my service tries,
Think, that I think state errors to redress;
But harder judges judge, ambition's rage,
Scourge of itself, still climbing slippery place,
Holds my young brain captived in golden cage.
O fools, or over-wise! alas, the race
Of all my thoughts hath neither stop nor start,
But only STELLA's eyes, and STELLA's heart.

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IV. Because I oft in dark abstracted guise Seem most alone in greatest company, With dearth of words, or answers quite awry, To them that would make speech of speech arise ; They deem, and of their doom the rumour flies, That poison foul of bubbling Pride doth lie So in my swelling breast, that only I Fawn on myself, and others do despise ; Yet Pride, I think, doth not my soul possess, Which looks too oft in his unflattering glass ; But one worse fault- Ambition---I confess, That makes me oft my best friends overpass, Unseen, unheard--while Thought to highest place Bends all his powers, even unto STELLA's grace.

I. With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrow tries ! Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case; I read it in thy looks; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess ? Do they call virtue there-ungratefulness !

Having this day, my horse, my hand, my lance,
Guided so well that I obtained the prize,
Both by the judgment of the English eyes,
And of some sent from that sweet enemy,--France ;
Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance;
Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies
His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise;
Some lucky wits impute it but to chance;
Others, because of both sides I do take
My blood from them, who did excel in this,
Think Nature me a man of arms did make.
How far they shot awry! the true cause is,
STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face
Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.

VI. In martial sports I had my cunning tried, And yet to break more staves did me address, While with the people's shouts (I must confess) Youth, luck, and praise, even fill'd my veins with

prideWhen Cupid having me (his slave) descried

The last line of this poem is a little obscured by transposition. He means, Do they call ungratefulness there a virtue ?

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