To Poetry I pretend not, And pain disturbs invention; Yet the matter's high, transcends the Skie, Urania, here's thy Subject! Now lend me too thy fancy; I saw the Sun once setting, Down to the North descending, In Capricorn old Saturn, The worst of all the Seven, Of all the Stars in Heaven. His quarrel was at Luna, Declaring his Opinion; None could but vex the Female Sex She lowest of the Planets The other Tropick claimed! But down she shall, and catch a Fall; He fret that Cassiopeia In a Chair of state was placed; Nor will he suffer Children, The Twins he'll tear asunder; What! Women so to lord it! Both Gods and Men despise them; In this strain he goes on through 134 verses, which are repeated in Latin and Greek. PARKE AND MORRINGTON. 49 HENRY PARKE. THIS individual who, says Mr. Hunter," spent but an unhappy and discreditable life," was born about 1660, and studied at Christ's College, Cambridge, where, according to the published list of graduates, he took a Bachelor's degree in 1682. In May 1690, he was presented to the perpetual curacy of Wentworth, where he died, and was buried in the Chapel under a stone close to the reading-desk, which bears this inscription: "Here lieth a penitent sinner: the earthly remains of that reverend divine Mr. Henry Parke, 14 years and a half minister of this chapel buried here the 10th of November 1704. Divine and poet, take thy rest: Thy soul we hope is with the blest. Sweet was thy verse, thy preaching fine." His widow became housekeeper in the Wentworth family. Mr. Parke published a sheet entitled " Lachrymæ Sacerdotis a Pindarick poem, occasioned by the death of that most excellent Princess, our late gracious sovereign Lady Mary the Second, of glorious memory." Besides this, Mr. Hunter has printed a long passage from a poetical "letter to a friend in London," written by this Henry Parkes, and probably never published. Speaking of his patron, the Honourable Mr. Wentworth, he says— A gentleman of noble race Woodhouse and Wentworth both does grace: He's just and affable and wise, GILES MORRINGTON. Or this individual, all that I have been able to ascertain is, that he was of Northallerton, but whether a native of the E town or only a resident there, is uncertain. He wrote a poem in Praise of Yorkshire Ale," for the brewing of which potent liquor, Northallerton, Easingwold, Sutton, and Thirsk, were in his days famous. His poem was published at York, 1697, in 12mo, and from it the following lines are extracted, not on account of their poetical merit, certainly, but as illustrative of a curiosity unknown to most readers. PRAISE OF YORKSHIRE ALE. Bacchus having call'd a parliament of late, And other liquors; selling of ale in mugs; Whose tongue well steep'd in sack, begun his tale: And several others, but none do I find Like humming northern ale to please my mind; Having asserted some other virtues of ale, of which even persons who may not be members of Temperance Societies, would be sceptical, the poet proceeds— Where may we find this nectar, I thee pray? Madam Bradley's was the chief house then nam'd, MORRINGTON. And nois'd abroad in each place far and near, This rare ambrosia, but finding that 'Twas grateful to the taste and made them chat, 51 He then proceeds to describe, at some length, the strange and various effects produced by this famous liquor, upon the several members of the court; till at last Off went their perriwigs, coats and rapers, Serv'd to give light, whilst they did dance around, To have four fairs i' th' year, a borough-town, For a great jug, which held about five quarts— Which the company having emptied, it was agreed that— To Easingwold they then away would pass, Sirs, said the girl, we've ale that's strong and old, From Sutton, Thirske, likewise Rascal town, Till some could neither go, stand, sit nor see. They curs'd and swore that all their heads did ache; So they agreed a journey for to make Into the south, some respit there to take, But in short space again, they said, they'd come That Bacchus swore he'd never more drink wine. THOMAS RYMER. THOMAS RYMER, who is more generally known as an Antiquarian Collector and Historiographer, than as a poet, was born in the little village of Kirby Wiske, in the North Riding of Yorkshire, and educated at the Grammar School of Northallerton, from which place Kirby is distant but three or four miles. After quitting the University, he became a member of Gray's Inn, and in 1678 wrote "The English Monarch," an heroic tragedy. Besides several other pieces, and illustrations in verse, he published, in folio, "A Poem on the Arrival of Queen Mary, February 12th, 1689." Nichols, in his Collection of "Select Poets," says truly enough, that on Mr. Rymer's poetry "much commendation cannot be bestowed, but he was an excellent Antiquary and Historian." On the death of Shadwell, in 1692, Rymer was appointed Historiographer Royal to William III.; he formed an immense collection of public acts, |