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divers. At length one asked, what was Anecdotes relating to several remarkable Sir Edm. Pye, that married Lord Lucas's Persons, by Mr. Richard Symmonds. sister; one answered, he was Pye of Pye-Corner.

KING CHARLES.

The committee of Somerset-House prized and made to amount out of the king's goods and movables, with the pictures, &c. 200,000l., notwithstanding the queen had carried away, and himself caused to be carried away, abundance of jewels.

His pictures, which he bought of the Duke of Mantua, cost 20,000/. It is observed of him, that he gave most, and pleased most those that had most abused and cheated him.

The queen of Bohemia, his sister, stood in fear of, and suffered herself to be ranted at to sell things to please the Ruperts and Cary.

The king had written a book with his own hand, wherein were many things on government, and in it a model of government for the nation, according to that of France, and to effect it how the bringing in the German horse, thereby to settle it. The old Earl of Bedford had seen or heard of this book, and being familiar with Oliver St. John, since chief justice, told him of it, who by all means wrought with the Earl of Bedford, that he might see this book, which he accomplished, and made use of it against the king, which the king perceived, and found it to be Bedford, with whom he was much displeased.

Earl of Cork

Had the greatest estate of all the nobility in King Charles's time. He was bred a boy with an attorney by Sir William Mann, of Canterbury.

Lord Arundel of Wardour Has 11,000l. or 12,000l. a year, was burnt in the hand for man-slaughter for a duel between Compton and Lord Chandos, Easter Term 1653.

Lord Chandos

Has 3000l. per annum. He married Lord Rivers' daughter. This Lord Chane dos was burnt in the hand for that duel too, at the same time.

George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham,

Had in his prosperity 25,000l. a year in England and Ireland. Mr. Traylman, who was surveyor-general and his servant, told me so, June 1653.

Waller, the Poet of Beaconsfield, Had 2000l. a year; sold 5001. or 6001. to save his life.

Pye.

A certain company was reckoning up the families of the Pyes, and named

Archbishop Chichley.

One of the courtiers in Henry VI's time sent, by one of the king's servants, a pie full of rags as a present to Cardinal Chich ley, as a scorn to his extraction, being the son of a broker or draper. The cardinal received the messenger very civilly, and desired him to present his service to the king, and give him many thanks, and to tell him, he desired his majesty to outgo his father Henry V. in all acts and prowess and virtue, as he had done his father in honours and prefer

ments.

V.

Letter from Hugh Peters to Secretary
Rushworth, desiring the Enlargement
of Lady Newport.
Honest Friend,

I understand that the Lady Harford is out and the Lady Aubigny; ye may remember that I had a promise for my Lady Newport, when you know my Lord Newport is here with us; I pray, therefore, let me intreat you not to fayle to get her out, and let her want nothing. I pray, and charge it upon mee what charge you shall bee at, shee shall have a coach and money sent her at her quarters. This is the request of great men here, and for good. I pray favour us in this case, and have you heartily saluted from Yours,

London, Wednesday.

VI.

HUGH PETERS.

Letter from Colonel Algernon Sidney te the Rt. Hon. Sir Thomas Fairfax, Ge neral of the Parliament Army.

Sir,

-I thought myself obliged to give you notice that the Parliament hath appointed me governor of Chichester, and that I am obliged to goe downe thither presently to enter upon my charge theare, after which I shall not fail to wait upon you, and to deliver up my regiment to whome you shall command me. I have not left the army without extreme unwillingnesse, and could not perswade myself to it by any other reason then that, by reason of my lameness, I am not able to doe the Parliament and you the service that would be expected from

Your most humble servant,
AL. SYDNEY,

London, May 14.

VII. Letter

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Letter from Sir Wm. Dugdale to Sir John Cotton, objecting to Mr. Burnett, being a Scotchman, writing the History of the Reformation.

For the worthily honoured Sir John Cotton, Bart. these, Honoured Sir,

Perceiving by Mr. Burnett (whom I lately met with) that he expects you at your house in Westminster soon after Christmas, and intends to come to you for search of what you have in order to his purposed History of the Reformation; I thought fit to let you know that some of our most eminent bishops and orthodox clergy, hearing thereof, do not think him a competent person for such a work, being a Scotchman, as though none of our English divines were sufficient for such an undertaking: besides, we playnly see by his Historie of the Dukes Hamilton, how he is byast; for he lays the foundation of the late execrable rebellion totally upon the bishops; I am therefore advised to entreat you, that when he makes his address to you concerning this businesse, you will tell him, that you are and shall be willing to promote any good worke, but this being of weightye consideration, and he no English-man, you thinke it expedient to advise with some of our chiefest bishops therein. Sir, the high honour I bear to you, makes me thus bold to trouble you about this matter; praying therefore for your good health, I

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Aug: 8. Ye and your fellows there are so proud now, that ye have gotten again the guiding of a feminine court in the old fashion, as I know not how to deal with

vou.

Ye sit at your ease and direct all, The news from all the parts of the world comes to you in your chamber. The king's own resolutions depend upon your posting dispatches; and when ye list, yo can (setting on your bed-sides) with one call or whistling in your fist, make him to post night and day till he come to your presence. Well I know Suffolk is married, and hath also his handfull now in harbouring that great little proud man, that comes in his chair. But for your postmaster, who is wanton and wifeless, I cannot but be jealous of your greatness of my wife, for besides that the very number of threet is well liked of by women, his face is so amiable that it is able to entice, and his fortune hath ever been to be great with she-saints. But his part is foul in this, that never having taken a wife to himself in his youth, he cannot now be content with his grey hairs to forbear another man's wife; but for expiation of this sin, I hope that ye have all three, with the rest of your society, taken this day an enchanter cup of thankfulness for the occasion, which fell out a time when ye durst not avow me: and here hath been kept this day the feast of King James's delivery at St. John's House. All other matters I refer to the knave, the bearer's report, and so fare you well.

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

TO-MORROW. SEE o'er yon grave a mourner weeps, And heaves the heart-felt sigh; In that cold grave a Father sleeps, Hid from each mortal eye; But grief's first dreadful tumult o'er, Delusive hopes return;

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JAMES R.

Lord Henry Howard,

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THE FEATHER AND THE OCEAN. By Dr. WOLCOT.

A

FEATHER from a gannet's tail, Dropp'd in the middle of the ocean, Well drench'd and tumbled by the gale, He did not much admire his motion:

Where am I?" quoth the feather with a whine;

"Oons! on the ocean's nasty stinking brine!"

Sir Plume," quoth Ocean to the feather, "It seems you don't much like foul weather: But pray be grateful, if you please; For, pert young gentleman, d'ye see, Your lofty parent, but for me,

Had never earn'd his bread and cheese."

SONNET TO THE MOON.

HOW we delight to view thee, silver Moon!

Swift o'er Heaven's concave in thy chariot glide,

Delight to view thee near thy highest noon Riding aloft in full majestic pride: Sublime thou sit'st above our earthly gaze,

Before thy car two milk-white coursers run; Pleas'd we behold thee dazzled at the blaze

Of thy fierce brother, the day-ruling Sun. Now as thou travellest thy custom'd way, Impart, impart to them thy genial light, Who thro' the distant Polish deserts stray, Amidst the horrors of the wintry night; Who wander houseless o'er the northern plains, Where war with famine join'd and devastation reigns.

MICHAEL PRENDERGAST.

Merchant Tailors School.

WRITTEN in ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL, On seeing the Monuments raised by Parliament to the Memory of our Naval and Military Heroes.

THE victors' brows with laurel crown'd,
And trophies rear'd on high,

Delight the mind; but ah! delight

Not oft without a sigh.

For orphans' tears and widows' groana
The shrinking soul appal;

And nor may glory nor may gold
The father lost recal.

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HEROES and Heroines, by your leave, 'Tis folly now to strut or grieve; And ye, poor bards dramatic,

No longer boast Sel attic,

Ye all may now right soundly sleep,
And Tha. may smile and Pom. may weep-
For hark! to trumpet and to drum
The Conquerors Equestrian come.
And which, amongst ye all, I pray,
So many characters can play,
Make war, make love, and die away?
See how they prance, and paw and kick,
To make ye all with envy sick,
Make players, poets, stand aloof,
And own the glories of the hoof!

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Make Dryden's, Otway's, Shakespeare's forces
Confess the triumph of the Horses;
In short, make Folly, as she passes,
Turn a whole audience into Asses.

THE EOLIAN HARP.
By S. DACRE.

THAT Harp untouch'd by mortal hands,

Like love, each gentle heart commands, Awakes the soul, illumes its fires, With fancy warms, with thought inspires.. Let the light breeze salute the strings, And every note in concert rings: So woman's angel smile must give The spell that bids each feeling live. The breeze flits by-the music's o'er, The syren strain allures no more; And love's bright flower as quickly flies It buds, it blossoms, droops, and dies.

THE CALM. By W. TAYLOR. LO! the dark clouds dispersing fast, Proclaim the tempest's raging past a Creation smiling, sees once more Peace the departed calm restore, Views the rough elements oppress'd To yield destructive war for rest. Elate with glee the lab'ring hind Resumes the wonted task assign'd, And joyous hails the calm serene That gives new lustre to the scene: With gentle breath from yonder trees Zephyrus fans the dying breeze, And Echo's voice serenely clear, Responsive vibrates on my ear. Again the shepherd pipes his flute, And warbling birds, that late were mute, Pour forth from yonder bloomy sprays A note of thankfulness and praise, To see the smiling God of Day Returning, beam a cheering ray;

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For Phœbus now diffusive beams

Original Poetry.

His heav'n-constructed light, in streams;
Producing in the drops of rain,
Refraction's richly tinted stain;
Forming beneath the vaulted skies
A beauteous bow of various dies!
Iris, in earlier days mine eyes
On thee transfix'd with rapt surprise,
Have gaz'd till my transported views
Lost the last fragment of thy hues;
Till feeling the celestial glow
Which inspiration's powers bestow,
Expand my fancy, lift my soul,

To change for earth high Heav'n's control!

ODE TO POETRY.

By F. W. CRONHELM.

VIRGIN divinely lovely,

Hither thy joy-sandal'd feet bend,
Leading the flowers;

Come and repose on thy suppliant
Looks of angelical love.

Fairest, thy loose flowing raiment
Which in the loom of the Graces
Wove Inspiration,

Streams, like a gold-bedropt lily,
Soft on the playtul gale.
Beams of sweet transport diffusing,
Stars of the morning thine eyes are:→→
Laving thy smooth neck,

Shoulders, and bosom's snow tresses,
Streamlets of love-spells! go wand'ring
Down from the flower-twined laurel wreath
Over thy beautiful form.

Sweetly amid the green laurels
And the dividing locks rises
'Thine iv'ry forehead:

Thus beams a palace of crystal

Thro' the enchanted groves.

As the young moon thro' the white clouds
Lovely shines, so through its thin veil

Glimmers thy bosom.

Hither, O passing fair, hither

Come at thy suppliant's vow.
Come, and from thy balmy lips
Pour aloft a rapt'rous song!
Strike a new, melodious measure
From the heav'n-born victor lyre
And fly, thou song of rapture, high;
And swell thy music, victor lyre!

Till on wings of ecstasy
Soar sublime my ravish'd soul,
Away! away! away!

To the palaces, and groves, and meads
That deck the magic streams in Fancy's world.

SOLILOQUY OF A MURDERER, Standing on the edge of a Precipice. OI! that the earth would ope his massive jaws,

And let me to her murkiest cavern fall: Where I might hide me from the light of day, From sup, and moon, and stars. They hate me.

45 From man, whose form now sorely terrifies me. From beasts and screaming birds, and treesand plants.

Where shall I hide me from the glary day?
Where find repose? Alas! there's none for me
No rest-no rest-horror attends me now.
My blood is sour; heart blasted, brain on fire:
Then come, Despair! come, come, I say-
Despair!

Tear out my scalded eye-balls from their scoops; Pluck out my heart by the roots-give it to dogs,

Or cast it smoking to the fiends of hell,
A fit repast for demons! Rest, no rest !
Ah! see his form; it beckons me. I come:
Here will I plunge, and meet this spirit in hell,
G. G. FORDHAM,

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Let Home, sweet Home, salute the ear,
Home, Home!-- Is aught so sweet, so dear
Belov'd, delicious, blissful Home!
Re-echoing thee, to thee we come.

Near is the time-Hail, blissful hour}
O'er us thy pleasure shower!
The toil of study past,

The goal we reach at last;

Long wish'd for goal of Thought's grave lore.

[CHORUS Away with books; tired Muse, away! From their harsh theme we stray. Away with cankering care! We'll revel free as air.

When trouble's past, the bliss how rare!

[CHORUS, Hills, meads, in smiling pleasure shine. We'll Nature's gala join.

Each bird, that seeks the nest, Proclaims, how Home is blest. Then oh! be ours its joy divine!

Giles, bring the snorting horses nigh.
They come we go-we fly.
The lovely threshold dear,
The mother's kiss---the tear,

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Extracts from the Portfolio of a Man of Letters.

AUTHOR OF JUNIUS.

whole business of the letters

Junius was to give popularity to the cause of Wilkes. They were written chiefly during Wilkes's confinement in the King's Bench, which lasted two years, from April 1768 to April 1770.

The style of these letters, so distinguished for a hissing effervescence of declamation, which dilates every drop of scandal into an all-besmearing lather of venom, is exactly that of Wilkes. Compare his papers in the North Briton; compare the two letters No. 69 and 70, in the first volume of Woodfall's edition of Junius: both the exordiums especially have his classical allusion, his trim ele gance, his antithesis, and his sarcasm. The letters signed, Junia, Junius in reply thereto, and Correggio, display a prac tised lubricity of metaphor, only probable from the author of the Essay on Woman. Woodfall, as appears from vol. II. p. 234, had applied to Wilkes for annota. tions to the letters of Junius: now this very edition contains notes, which hardly any other man than Wilkes could have furnished, and which reveal for the first time the source of the imitation of Junius. Junius sometimes abuses Wilkes; but this was a convenient mask, and, as he himself observes, was so managed, as not to leave a scar. He sometimes differs from Wilkes; but only when Wilkes found it rather necessary to go further than he approved, in order to conciliate the Billof Rights club. Wilkes was always, in fact, accommodated even by the resistance of Junius.

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A CORRUPT JUDGE.

Sir Henry de Bath, a justiciary of the kingdom, was in 35' Hey lit. accused by Sir Phillip Darcy of falsehood in the king's court, and by another of his fellow justices for acquitting a malefactor for a bribe, which so incensed the king against him, as at the parliament then holden he breaks out in a rage, protesting that who soever would kill him should be acquitted for the deed: yet afterwards this Sir Henry was released, paying 2000 marks and restored to his place.

TYTHES.

Athelwolfe, king of the West,Saxons, gave the tenth part of his kingdom for the service of God, and an annuity of 300 marks to be bestowed in pious uses at Rome, and went thither twice in person with his youngest son, Alfred, whom Pope Leo the Fourth anointed a king, at eleven years of age.

LAWS OF ALFRED.

King Alfred first collected the laws of his predecessors and others, the kings of the Saxons, and by grave consent of his states assembled, made choice of the fittest, abrogated the rest, and added others. By him was the first division of the land into shires, hundreds, and tith ings; and by him public schools had their beginning or reviving.

CELEBRATED CHIMNEY-SWEEPER.

This country has produced many lite rary artisans, farmers' boys, milk-women, and others, who enjoy some popularity of fame: but not one chimney-sweeper occurs in the list. Holland had the glory of producing the most celebrated of chimney-sweepers. He wrote in Latin, under the name Beronicius, a poem, in two cantos, entitled, Georgars chontomachia; it describes an insurrec tion of the peasants against the barons, and was printed at Middelburg, in octavo, during the year 1766.

CHRISTOPHER MYLIUS.

In a catalogue of authors buried in London would occur the name of Christopher Mylius, who died there in 1754, on his way to the West Indies, whither he was going, under Prussian patronage, and with recommendations from the phy siologist Haller, for purposes of natural history.

He had published, in 1744, "Three Dialogues on Important Truths, with this motto, or epigraph, Obsequium amicos, ve ritas odium parit. The first dialogues

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