right well of his country And lastly, that the world may be no longer deprived of so rare a jewell, in its own lustre, nor abused by the other counterfeit one before named.

"I cannot see how any should be offended hereat, but such as are sworne slaves to their Lord God the Pope, whose Romane kingdome, and Babylonian tottering tower, hath such a blow given it hereby, as I know but few of such force; and not many such blowes more will make the same kingdome and tower fall downe to the ground, with utter desolation.

"Vale in Christo,
Et Fruere."

Sir Edwin Sandys was second son of Edwin Archbishop of York, younger brother of Samuel ancestor of the late Lord Sandys, and elder brother of George the poet, already mentioned. He was educated at Oxford 1577, and had for his tutor the celebrated Richard Hooker, the author of "Ecclesiastical Polity." On May the 11th, 1603, he was knighted by King James, and afterwards made a considerable figure in parliament, being a staunch patriot; on which account exposing himself to the resentment of the court, he was with the famous Selden, in 1621, committed to the custody of the sheriff of London; which being considered as a breach of privilege by the House of Commons, was much resented by them. He was treasurer to the Undertakers for the Western Plantations, which he effectually advanced, and was considered as a solid statesman, a man of great judgment, and of a commanding pen.

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He died in 1629, and was buried at Northborne in Kent, where he had a seat and estate granted him by James I. soon after his accession. His monument of marble, with two recumbent figures, but without any inscription, still remains in the south transept of Northborne church, where the present editor surveyed it in a somewhat mutilated state, on the first day of the present year. He had seven sons, of whom Henry the eldest, died without issue. Edwin, the second, was the well known parliamentary colonel, of whom much may be read in Mercurius Rusticus, and other tracts of those days; and who, receiving a mortal wound at the battle of Worcester in 1642, retired to Northborne to die, leaving the estate to his son Sir Richard, who was killed by the accidental explosion of his fowling piece in 1663. His son, Sir Richard, was created a baronet 1684, and dying 1726, without male issue, was the last of the family who lived at Northborne; where the mansion remained many years deserted, and at length within the memory of old people, was pulled down. The editor has lately seen a very interesting letter of the late Mrs Elizabeth Carter, describing it as she could just remember it in her childhood, and as she had heard old people represent it, contrasted with its present state, and accompanied with many touching reflections on the instability of human affairs. This will soon appear, with several others, in the Life of that very excellent and justly celebrated Woman, which is now in the press.

Richard, third son of Sir Edwin, was also a parliamentary colonel, and was the ancestor of the present Admiral Charles Sandys, &c. &c.

ART.

ART. IX. A New Survey of the West Indies.
Thomas Gage. London. 1648. 8vo.

By

This is a book, with which I am unacquainted myself, but presuming it to be the same as Mr. Southey, in the notes to his beautiful poem of Madoc, calls Gage's account of Mexico; I learn from him, that, though the author pretends to have collected his materials on the spot, the account of that place is copied verbatim from Nicholas's Conquest of Weast-India, already mentioned, Vol. III. p. 351, whence I also learn a confirmation of my supposition, that Nicholas's book is a translation from Gomara, (ut sup. p. 398.) It is much to the credit of this volume, that Mr. Southey's notes contain large and frequent citations from it.

ART. X. Pharonnida, an heroic Poem. By William Chamberlaine. London: Printed &c. 1659. 8vo.

This person was of Shaftesbury in Dorsetshire, and also wrote "Love's Victory, a tragi-comedy. London. 1658." 4to.

Mr. Southey, in a note to his "Joan of Arc," calls him a poet, who has told an interesting story in uncouth rhymes, and mingles sublimity of thought, and beauty of expression, with the quaintest conceits and most awkward inversions." Mr. Southey goes on to cite the following passage:

." On a rock more high

Than Nature's common surface, she beholds
The mansion house of Fate, which thus unfolds

Its sacred mysteries. A trine within
A quadrate placed, both these encompast in
A perfect circle was its form; but what
Its matter was, for us to wonder at,

Is undiscover'd left. A tower there stands
At every angle, where Time's fatal hands

The impartial Parce dwell; i' the first she sees
Clotho, the kindest of the destinies,

From immaterial essences to cull

The seeds of life, and of them frame the wool
For Lachesis to spin; about her flie

Myriads of souls, that yet want flesh to lie

Warm'd with their functions in, whose strength bestows
That power by which man ripe for misery grows.
Her next of objects was that glorious tower,
Where that swift-finger'd nymph, that spares no hour
From mortals' service, draws the various threads
Of life in several lengths; to weary beds.
Of age extending some, whilst others in

Their infancy are broke: some blackt in sin,
Others, the favorites of heaven, from whence
Their origin, canded with innocence;
Some purpled in afflictions, others dyed

In sanguine pleasures; some in glittering pride
Spun to adorn the earth, whilst others wear
Rags of deformity; but knots of care

No thread was wholly free from. Next to this
Fair glorious tower, was placed that black abyss
Of dreadful Atropos, the baleful seat
Of death and horrour; in each room replete
With lazy damps, loud groans, and the sad sight
Of pale grim ghosts, those terrors of the night.
To this, the last stage that the winding clew
Of life can lead mortality unto,

Fear

Fear was the dreadful porter, which let in
All guests sent thither by destructive sin."

"It is possible," adds Mr. Southey, "that I may have written from the recollection of this passage. The conceit is the same, and I willingly attribute it to Chamberlayne, a poet, to whom I am indebted for many hours of delight, and whom I one day hope to rescue from undeserved oblivion.”*

ART. XI. Churchyard's Praise of Poetrie. 1595. [CONTINUED FROM P. 160.]

"So ballet makers doth with wind
Stir up a hive of bees,

And of the abundance of vaine mind
With words in aire he flees: †

As though it were a thunder crack,
That never brings forth raine,
But dailie threatens ruine and wrack
With ratling rumors vaine.

Vaine commedies, that stirs up vice,

He did condemne and hate;
He holds that babble of no price

That doth infect a state:

There was at this time also a poet of the name of Robert Chamberlayne, son of Richard Chamberlayne, of Standish, in Lancashire, Gent. He was of Exeter college, Oxford, 1637, being then aged thirty. He wrote Nocturnal Lucubrations, or Meditations divine and moral. London: 1638. 12m0: to which are added Epigrams and Epitaphs. Also the Swaggering Damsel a comedy. London. 1640. 4to. Also Sicelides, a Pastoral. See Wood's Ath. I, 639.

+ Homer writes, that Achilles, sonne of Peleus, was a singular liicke poet, singing and playing the noble deeds of cheeftaines.

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