Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow, What was that snaky-headed Gorgon shield, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, SABRINA fair, SONG. Listen where thou art sitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen and save; Listen and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus; By th' earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And bridle in thy headlong wave, THE DANCES ENDED, THE SPIRIT EPILOGUIZES. Where Day never shuts his eye, Of Hesperus and his daughters three, Waters the odorous banks, that blow But now my task is smoothly done, Quickly to the green earth's end, Mortals that would follow me, SPEECH OF THE GENIUS OF THE WOOD, IN "THE STAY, gentle swains; for though in this disguise And lead ye, where ye may more near behold For know, by lot from Jove I am the power Shakes the high thicket, haste I all about, But else in deep of night, when drowsiness ANDREW MARVELL. [Born, 1620. Died, 1678.] A BETTER edition of Marvell's works than any that has been given, is due to his literary and patriotic character. He was the champion of Milton's living reputation, and the victorious supporter of free principles against Bishop Parker, when that venal apostate to bigotry promulgated, in his Ecclesiastical Polity, "that it was more necessary to set a severe government over men's consciences and religious persuasions, than over their vices and immoralities." The humour and eloquence of Marvell's prose tracts were admired and probably imitated by Swift.** In playful exuberance of figure he sometimes resembles Burke. For consistency of principles, it is not so easy to find his parallel. His few poetical pieces betray some adherence to the school of conceit, but there is much in it that comes from the heart warm, pure, and affectionate. He was a native of Hull. At the age of fif teen he was seduced from Cambridge by the proselytising Jesuits, but was brought back from London by his father, returned to the university, and continued for ever after an enemy to superstition and intrigue. In 1640 his father, who was a clergyman of Hull, embarked on the Humber in company with a youthful pair whom he was to marry at Barrow, in Lincolnshire. Though the weather was calm when they entered the boat, the old gentleman expressed a whimsical presentiment of danger, by throwing his cane ashore, and crying out, "Ho for heaven!" A storm came on, and the whole company perished. In consequence of this catastrophe the gentleman whose daughter was to have been married, adopted young Marvell as his son, conceiving his [ We still read Marvell's answer to Parker with pleasure, though the book it answers be sunk long ago. Swift's Apology for A Tale of a Tub.] †The story is told differently in the Biographia Britan father to have sacrificed his life in performing an act of friendship. Marvell's education was thus enlarged: he travelled for his improvement over a considerable part of Europe, and was for some time at Constantinople as secretary to the English embassy at that court. Of his residence and employments for several years there is no account, till in 1653 he was engaged by the Protector to superintend the education of a Mr. Dutton, at Eton; and for a year and a half before Milton's death, he was assistant to Milton in the office of Latin Secretary to the Protector. He sat in the Parliament of 1660 as one of the representatives of the city of Hull, and was re-elected as long as he lived. At the beginning of the reign, indeed, we find him absent for two years in Germany and Holland, and on his return, having sought leave from his constituents, he accompanied Lord Carlisle as ambassador's secretary to the Northern Courts; but from the year 1665 till his death, his attendance in the House of Commons was uninterrupted, and exhibits a zeal in parliamentary duty that was never surpassed. Constantly corresponding with his constituents, he was at once earnest for their public rights and for their local interests. After the most fatiguing attendances, it was his practice to send them a minute statement of public proceedings, before he took either sleep or refreshment. Though he rarely spoke, his influence in both houses was so considerable, that when Prince Rupert (who, often consulted him) voted on the popular side, it used to be said that the prince had been with his tutor. He was one of the last members who received the legitimate stipend for attendance, nica; but the circumstance related there, of a beautiful boy appearing to the mother of the drowned lady, and disappearing with the mystery of a supernatural being, gives an air of incredibility to the other account. that he was not in want of the king's assistance, and humorously illustrated his independence by calling his servant to witness that he had dined for three days successively on a shoulder of mutton; and having given a dignified and rational explanation of his motives to the minister, went to a friend and borrowed a guinea. The story of his death having been occasioned by poison and his grateful constituents would often send him a barrel of ale as a token of their regard. The traits that are recorded of his public spirit and simple manners give an air of probability to the popular story of his refusal of a courtbribe. Charles the Second having met with Marvell in a private company, found his manners so agreeable, that he could not imagine a man of such complacency to possess inflexible honesty; he accord-ing, it is to be hoped, was but a party fable. It ingly, as it is said, sent his lord-treasurer, Danby, to him next day, who, after mounting several dark staircases, found the author in a very mean lodging, and proffered him a mark of his majesty's consideration. Marvell assured the lord-treasurer is certain, however, that he had been threatened with assassination. The corporation of Hull voted a sum for his funeral expenses, and for an appropriate monument. THE EMIGRANTS. WHERE the remote Bermudas ride, "What should we do, but sing His praise "Where he the huge sea-monsters racks, "He gave us this eternal spring "He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night, And in these rocks for us did frame "Oh! let our voice His praise exalt Thus sang they in the English boat, THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF THE wanton troopers riding by Who killed thee. Thou ne'er didst alive Inconstant Sylvio, when yet I had not found him counterfeit, It wax'd more white and sweet than they: And white, shall I say than my hand? Nay, any lady's of the land. It is a wondrous thing how fleet I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And all the spring time of the year Have sought it oft where it should lie, Had it lived long, it would have been Clear thine aged father's brow By young Love old Time beguiled; Common beauties stay fifteen; Such as yours should swifter move, Whose fair blossoms are too green Yet for lust, but not for love. Love as much the snowy lamb, Or the wanton kid, does prize, As the lusty bull or ram, For his morning sacrifice. Now then love me: Time may take So we win of doubtful fate; And if good to us she meant, We that good shall antedate; Or, if ill, that ill prevent. Thus do kingdoms, frustrating So to make all rivals vain, Now I crown thee with my love; Crown me with thy love again, And we both shall monarchs prove. THOMAS STANLEY. [Born, 1625. Born, 1678.] THOMAS STANLEY, the learned editor of Eschy- | from Anacreon, Bion, and Moschus, and the lus, and author of the History of Philosophy. He "Kisses" of Secundus. He also translated from made poetical versions of considerable neatness | Tristan, Marino, Boscan, and Gongora. CELIA SINGING. ROSES in breathing forth their scent, Or angels in their orbs above; Or the slow silent wheels of night; The shade which from the swifter sun Doth in a swifter motion run, Or souls that their eternal rest do keep, But if the angel which inspires This subtle flame with active fires, Should mould this breath to words, and those Into a harmony dispose, The music of this heavenly sphere Would steal each soul (in) at the ear, And into plants and stones infuse A life that cherubim would chuse, And with new powers invert the laws of fate, Kill those that live, and dead things animate. SPEAKING AND KISSING. THE air which thy smooth voice doth break, I join my trembling lips to thine, Forbear, Platonic fools! t' inquire What numbers do the soul compose; No harmony can life inspire, But that which from these accents flows. LA BELLE CONFIDANTE. You earthly souls that court a wanton flame Can rise no higher than the humble name Learn by our friendship to create An immaterial fire, Whose brightness angels may admire, Sickness may fright the roses from her cheek, But all the subtle ways that death doth seek Cannot my love invade. JOHN WILMOT, EARL OF ROCHESTER. [Born, 1647. Died, 1680.] [To tell all the stories that are told of this dissolute but witty nobleman, would be to collect what few would believe, what the good would refrain from reading, and "to fabricate furniture for the brothel." Pepys calls him an idle rogue; the excellent Evelyn, a very profane wit. He was both, and something more. Of his sayings many are still on the tongue top, and told, When the wine-cup shines in light; while his poems are oftener read for the sake of their indecency than for their wit, though his satire was at all times lively, felicitous, and searching. His "Nothing" is, as Addison says, "an admirable poem on a barren subject." (Spec. No. 305.) "The very name of Rochester," says Hume, " is offensive to modest ears; yet does his poetry discover such energy of style and such poignancy, as give ground to imagine what so fine a genius, had he fallen in a more happy age and had followed better models, was capable of producing. The ancient satirists often used great liberties in SONG. My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me, When with love's resistless art, And her eyes, she did enslave me. She's so wild and apt to wander, And her lips can warm with kisses. She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; their expressions; but their freedom no more resembles the licentiousness of Rochester, than the nakedness of an Indian does that of a common prostitute." (Hist. of Eng. ch. lxxi.) His poems were castrated by Stevens for Johnson's Collection; but this had been done before by Tonson, who while he did much, left very much to do. Could his satire be cleansed from its coarseness, a selection of his best pieces, many of which are still in manuscript, would be a desideratum, and the name of Wilmot would then stand high in the list of British satirists. But indecency is in the very nature of many of his subjects: there is more obscenity than wit in his verse, as was well observed by Walpole, more wit than poetry, more poetry than polite ness. Unwilling to tell one story of diverting or revolting profligacy upon another, Johnson has written the life of Lord Rochester in a few pages, said enough, and has indicated more than he has said. His Death has been given us by Bishop Burnet in one of the most readable books in the English language.] But my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day asunder. SONG. Too late, alas! I must confess, Then spare a heart you may surprise, |