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dded to her noble birth, sore than she could own from earth. ummers three times eight save one he had told ; alas! too soon, fter so short time of breath, o house with darkness, and with death. et had the number of her days een as complete as was her praise, ature and Fate had had no strife a giving limit to her life. Her high birth, and her graces sweet, uickly found a lover meet; he virgin quire for her request he god that sits at marriage feast; le at their invoking came, utwith a scarce well-lighted flame; nd in his garland, as he stood, emight discern a cypress bud. ince had the early matrons run ogreet her of a lovely son, nd now with second hope she goes, nd calls Lucina to her throes; ut, whether by mischance or blame, tropos for Lucina came ; nd with remorseless cruelty poil'd at one both fruit and tree: he hapless babe, before his birth, ad burial, yet not laid in earth; ind the languish'd mother's womb Was not long a living tomb. So have I seen some tender slip, av'd with care from Winter's nip, he pride of her carnation train, luck'd up by some unheedy swain, Who only thought to crop the flower 'ew shot up from vernal shower; ut the fair blossom hangs the head ide-ways, as on a dying bed, nd those pearls of dew, she wears, rove to be presaging tears, Which the sad Morn had let fall in her hastening funeral. Gentle lady, may thy grave eace and quiet ever have ; fter this thy travel sore weet rest seize thee evermore, hat, to give the world increase, horten’d hast thy own life's lease. ere, beside the sorrowing hatthy noble house doth bring, ere be tears of perfect moan Wept for thee in Helicon; nd some flowers, and some bays, orthy herse, to strew the ways, ant thee from the banks of Caune, levoted to thy virtuous name; Whilst thou, bright saint, high sitstin glory, ext her, much like to thee in story, hat fair Syrian shepherdess, Who, after years of barrenness, he highly favour'd Joseph bore o him that serv'd for her before, nd at her next birth, much like thee, hrough pangs fled to felicity, ar within the bosom bright f blazing Majesty and Light: here with thee, new welcome saint, ike fortunes may her soul acquaint, With thee there clad in radiant sheen, o marchioness, but now a queen.

SONG - on * MAY MORNING.

Now the bright Morning-star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with
her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill, and dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

ORIGINAL VARIot's READINGs of The ODE AT a SoleMN Music.

There are three draughts or copies of this song: all in Milton's own hand-writing. There occur some remarkable expressions in these various readings which Doctor Newton and Mr. Warton have not noticed. Ver. 3. Mire your choice words, and happiest sounds employ, Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce; And as your egnal raptures, temper'd street, In high mysterious spousall meet; Snatch us from Earth awhile, Usqfourselves and native woe, beguile; And to our high-rays'd phantasie present That undisturbed song, &c. Here, in the first draught, it is “And whilst your equal raptures;” in the second, whilst is erased, and as written over it. In the second draught also, the next line was In high mysterious holiespousall meet; but holie is expunged, and happie supplied in the margin; and, in the last of these original lines, “ native woes” was originally “ home-bred woes.” Ver, 10. Where the bright Seraphim in tripled row. Ver, 12. And Cherubim, sweet-winged squires, Then called Heaven's henshmen, which means the same ; henshman, or henchman, signifying a page of honour. See Minsheu, and also Mids. M. Dr. A. ii. S. ii. “I do but beg a little changeling boy To be my henchman.” The Queen of Fairies is the speaker. Milton's curious expressions are in the first draught. Wer. 14. With those just spirits that wear the blooming palms, Hymns devout and sacred psalmes Singing everlastingly; ". all the starry rounds and arches are Resound and echo hallelu : That we on Earth, &c. Wer. 18. May rightly answere that melodious

noise, By leaving out those harsh ill sounding Jarres Of clamorous sin that all our music marres :

And in our lives and in our song May keepe in tune with Heaven, &c. In the second draught he describes “the harsh discords” of sin by a technical term in music: By leaving out these harsh chroMATIc jarres Of sin that all our music marres: Ver. 19. As once we could, &c. Wer, 28. To live and sing with him in endlesse morne of light.

MISCELLANIES.

ANNO HETATIS Xix.

At a vacation exercise in the college, part Latin, part English. The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began."

HArt, native Language, that by sinews weak
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to
speak,
And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips,
Half womeo, slide through my infant-
ips,
Driving dumb Silence from the portal door,
Where he had mutely sat two years before:
Here I salute thee, and thy pardon ask,
That now I use thee in my latter task:
Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee,
I know my tongue but little grace can do thee:
Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first,
Believe me I have thither pack'd the worst:
And, if it happen as I did forecast,
The daintiest dishes shall be serv'd up last.
I pray thee then deny me not thy aid
For this same small neglect that I have made:
But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure,
And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest trea-
sure,
Not those new-fangled toys, and trimming slight
Which takes our late fantastics with delight;
But cull those richestrobes, and gay'st attire,
Which deepestspirits and choicest wits desire:
I have some naked thoughts that rove about,
And loudly knock to have their passage out;
And, weary of their place, do only stay,
Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array;
That so they may, without suspector fears,
Fly swifthy to this fair assembly's ears;
Yet I had rather, if I were to chuse,
Thy service in some graver subject use,
Such as may make thee search thy coffers round,
Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound:
Such, where the deep transported mind may
soar
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heaven's door
Lookin, and see each blissful deity
How he before the thunderous throne doth lie,
Listening to what unshorn Apollo sings
To the touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings
Immortal nectar to her kingly sire:
Then passing through the spheres of watchful fire,

"Written 1627. It is hard to say why they did not first appear in edition 1645. They were first added, but misplaced in edit. 1673. WARTON.

And misty regions of wide air next under,
And hills of snow, and lofts of piled thunder,
May tell at length how green-ey'd Neptune
raves,
In Heaven's defiance mustering all his waves;
Then sing of secret things that came to pass
When beldam Nature in her cradle was;
And last of kings, and queens, and heroes old,
Such as the wise Demodocus once told
In solemn songs at king Alcinous feast,
While sad Ulysses' soul, and all the rest,
Are held, with his melodious harmony,
In willing chains and sweet captivity.
But fie, my wandering Muse, how thou doststroy!
Expectance calls thee now another way;
Thou know'st it must be now thy only bent
To keep in compass of thy predicament:
Then quick about thy purpos'd business come,
That to the next I may resign my room.

Then Ens is represented as father of the Predire-
ments his two sons, whereof the eldest stood for
Substance with his canons, which Ens, thus speak-
ing, explains,
Good luck befriend thee, son; for, at thy birth,
The faery ladies danc'd upon the hearth;
Thy drowsy nurse hath sworn she did them spie
Come tripping to the room where thou didst lie,
And, sweetly singing round about thy bed,
Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping head.
She heard them give thee this, that thou shoulds:
still
From eyes of mortals walkinvisible:
Yet there is something that doth force my fear;
For once it was my dismal hap to hear
A Sibyl old, bow-bent with crooked age,
That far events full wisely could presage,
And in Time's long and dark prospective glass,
Foresaw what future days should bring to pass;
“Your son,” said she, (“nor can you it prevetz)
Shall subject be to many an Accident.
O'er all his brethren he shall reign asking,
Yet every one shall make him underling;
And those, that cannot live from him asunder,
Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under;
ln worth and excellence he shall out-go them,
Yet, being above them, he shall be below
them;
From others he shall stand in need of nothing,
Yet on his brothers shall depend for clothing.
To find a foe it shall not be his hap,
And Peace shall lull him in her flowery lap;
Yet shall he live in strife, and at his door
Devouring War shall never cease to roar;
Yea, it shall be his natural property
To harbour those that are at enmity. Inst
What power, what force, what mighty spell, if
Your learned hands, can loose this Gordan
knot **

The next 2uantity and 2itality spake in press then Relation was called by his name.

Rivers, arise; whether thou be the son
Of utmost Tweed, or Oose, or gulphy Den,
Or Trent, who like some Earth-born gas,
spreads
His thirty arms along the indented meads;
Or sullen Mole, that runneth underneath;
Or Severn swift, guilty of maiden's death;

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What needs my Shakspeare, for his honour’d
The labour of an age in piled stones? [bones,
Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid 2
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
Thou, in our wonder and astonishment,
Hast built thyself a live-long monument.
For whilst, to theshame of slow-endeavouringart,
Thy easy numbers flow; and that each heart
Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book,
Those Delphic lines with deep impression took;
Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving,
Dost make us marble with too much conceiving;
And, so sepúlcher'd, in such pomp dost lie,
That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.

on the UWIPERSITY CARRIER,

Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to goto London, by reason of the plague.

Here lies old Hobson; Deathhath broke his girt,
And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt;
Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one,
He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
'Twas such a shifter, that, if truth were known,
Death was half glad when he had got him down;
For he had, any time this ten years full,
Dodg’d with him betwixt Cambridge and The
Bull.
And surely Death could never have prevail'd,
Had not his weekly course of carriage fail'd;
But lately finding him so long at home,
And thinking now his journey's end was come,
And that he had ta'en up his latest inn,
in the kind office of a chamberlin
Show'd him his room where he must lodge that
night,
Pull'd off his boots, and took away the light:
If any ask for him, it shall be sed,
“Hobson has supt, and’s newly gone to bed.”

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So hung his destiny, never to rot While he might still jog on and keep his trot, Made of sphere-metal, never to decay Until his revolution was at stay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time: And, like an engine, mov’d with wheel and weight His principles being ceas'd, he ended straight. Rest, that gives all men life, gave him his death, And too much breathing put him out of breath; Nor were it contradiction to affirm, Too long vacation hasten’d on his term. Merely to drive the time away he sicken'd, Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd; [stretch'd, “Nay,” quoth he, on his swooning bed out“If I mayn't carry, sure I'll ne'er be fetch'd, But vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers, For one carrier put down tomake six bearers.” Ease was his chief disease; and, to judge right, He died for heaviness that his cart went light: His leisure told him that his time was come, And lack of load made his life burdensome, That even to his last breath, (there be that say’t) As he were press'd to death, he cried, “More weight;" But, had his doings lasted as they were, He had been an immortal carrier. Obedient to the Moon he spent his date In course reciprocal, and had his fate Link'd to the mutual flowing of the seas, Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase t His letters are deliver'd all and gone, Only remains this superscription,

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May, with their wholesome and preventiveshears, Clip your phylacteries, though bauk your ears, And succour our just fears, When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New presbyter is but old priest writlarge.

ORIGINAL WAR rous Readings on The Forcers of CoNscience.

Ver. 2. the vacant whore Plurality. Ver, 6. To force the consciences &c. Wer. 12. By haire-brain'd Edwards. Shallow is in the margin; and the pen is drawn through haire-brain'd. *Wer. 17. Crop ye as close as marginal P--'s eares.

TRANSLATIONS.

THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. F.

What slender youth, bedev'd with liquid
odours,
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha 2 For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Plain in thy neatness 2 O, how oft shall he
On faith and changed gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted shall admire'
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant, always amiable
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they,
To whom thouountried seem'st fair! Me, in my
vow’d
Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern god of sea.

From GEOFFREP OF MONMOUTH.

Baurus thus addresses Dissa in the country of LeoGecia.

Goddess of shades, and huntress, who at will
Walk'st on the rowling spheres, and through the
deep; **
On thy third reign, the Earth, look now, and tell
What land, what seat of rest, thoubidst me seek,
What certain seat, where I may worship thee
For aye, with temples vow’d and virgin quires.

To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a vision the same night.

Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old;
Now void, it fits thy people: thither bend
Thy course; there shalt thou find a lasting seat;
There to thy sons another Troy shall rise,

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, From Milton's Hist. Engl. Pr. W. vol. i. p. 7. edit. 1698. These fragments of translation were collected from Milton's Prose-Works. * From Of Reformation in England. Pr. W. vol. i. p. 10. * From Of Reformation, &c. Pr. W. vol. i. , 10. p 4. From Of Reformation, &c. Pr. W. vol. i. . 10. r; From Tetrachordon, Pr. W. vol. i. 259. * Milton's Motto to his Areopagical, A speech for the liberty of umlincensed Printing, &c. Prose W. vol. i. 141. 1 Sat. i. i. 24. • From Apol. Smectymn. Pr. W. vol. i. 115.

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Birss'd is the man who hath notwalk’dastray
In counsel of the wicked, and i' the way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sat. But in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night,
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watery-streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
ln judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

PSALM II. Dome Aug. 8, 1653. Terzetti.

Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Muse a vain thing, the kings of the Earth upstand with power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Messiah dear? Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords: He, who in Heaven doth dwell, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then severe, speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree I will declare: the Lord to me hath said, Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made;

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As thy possession I on thee bestow [sway’d, The Heathen ; and, as thy conquest to be Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With iron sceptre bruis'd, and them disperse Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so. And now be wise at length, ye kings averse, Be taught, ye judges of the Earth; with fear Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Soniest he appear In anger, and ye perish in the way, lfonce his wrath take fire, like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in him their stay.

PSALM III. Aug. 5, 1653. When he fled from Absalom.

Loan, how many are my foes!
How many those,
That in arms against me rise;
Many are they, -
That of my life distrustfully thus say:
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
Thee through my story,
The exalter of my head I count;
Aloud I cried
Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied,
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept; I wak'd again;
For my sustain
Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout
I fear not, though, encamping round about,
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rise, Lord; save me, my God; for thou
Hast smote ere now
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd [Lord;
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the
Thy blessing on thy people flows,

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Axswan me when I call,
God of my righteousness;
In straits and in distress,
Thou didst me disenthrall
And set at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
Greatones, how long will ye
My glory have in scorn?
How long be thus forborn
Still to love vanity?
To love, to seek, to prize,
Thing false and vain, and nothing else but
Yet know the Lord hath chose, [lies,
Chose to himself apart,
The good and meek of heart;
(For whom to choose he knows)
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice, what time to him 1 cry.
Be aw'd, and do not sin;
Speak to your hearts alone,
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within,
Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.

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