Kynge Edwarde's soule rush'd to hys face,

Hee turn'd hys hedde awaie, And to hys broder Gloucester

Hee thus dydd speke and saie:

"To hym that soe much dreaded dethe, Ne ghastlie terrors brynge,

Beholde the manne! hee spake the truthe, Hee's greater thanne a kynge!"

"Soe lett hym die!" Duke Richard sayde; "And maye echone oure foes

Bende downe theyre neckes to bloudie axe, And feede the carryon crowes."

And nowe the horses gentlie drewe
Syr Charles uppe the hyghe hylle;
The axe dydd glysterr ynne the

His pretious bloude to spylle.

sunne,

Syr Charles dydd uppe the scaffold goe,
As uppe a gilded carre

Of victorye, bye val'rous chiefs

Gayn'd ynne the bloudie warre:

And to the people hee dyd saie,
"Beholde you see me dye,
For servynge loyally mye kynge,
Mye kynge most ryghtfullie.

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"As longe as Edwarde rules thys lande,

Ne quiet you wylle knowe:

Your sonnes and husbandes shalle bee slayne, And brookes wythe bloude shall flowe.

"You leave your goode and lawfulle kynge
Whenne ynne adversitye;

Lyke mee, untoe the true cause stycke,
And for the true cause dye."

Thenne hee, wyth'preestes, uponne hys knees,
A pray❜r to Godde dyd make,
Beseechynge hym unto hymselfe
Hys partynge soule to take.

Thenne, kneelynge downe, hee layd hys hedde
Most seemlie onne the blocke;
Whyche fromme hys bodie fayre at once
The able heddes-manne stroke:

And oute the bloude beganne to flowe,
And rounde the scaffolde twyne;

And teares, enow to washe 't awaie,
Dydd flowe fromme each mann's eyne.

The bloudie axe hys bodie fayre
Ynnto foure partes cutte;

And ev'rye parte, and eke hys hedde,

Uponne a pole was putte.

One parte dyd rotte onne Kynwulph-hylle,

One onne the mynster-tower,

And one from off the castle-gate
The crowen dydd devoure:

The other onne Seyncte Powle's goode gate, A dreery spectacle;

Hys hedde was plac'd onne the hyghe crosse, Ynne hyghe-streete most nobile.

Thus was the ende of Bawdin's fate:
Godde prosper longe oure kynge,

And grante hee maye, wyth Bawdin's soule,
Ynne heav'n Godd's mercie synge!

CHRISTOPHER SMART.

BORN 1722.-DIED 1770.

CHRISTOPHER SMART was born at Shipbourne, in Kent. Being an eight months child, he had from his birth an infirm constitution, which unfortunately his habits of life never tended to strengthen. His father, who was steward of the Kentish estates of Lord Barnard (afterwards Earl of Darlington), possessed a property in the neighbourhood of Shipbourne of about 300l. a year; but it was so much encumbered by debt that his widow was obliged to sell it at his death, at a considerable loss. This happened in our poet's eleventh year, at which time he was taken from the school of Maidstone, in Kent, and placed at that of Durham. Some of his paternal relations resided in the latter place. An ancestor of the family, Mr. Peter Smart, had been a prebendary of Durham in the reign of Charles the First, and was regarded by the puritans as a proto-martyr in their cause, having been degraded, fined, and imprisoned for eleven years, on account of a Latin poem which he published in 1643, and which the high-church party chose to consider as a libel. What services young Smart met with at Durham from his father's relations we are not informed; but he was kindly received by Lord Barnard, at his seat of Raby Castle; and through the interest of his lord

ship's family obtained the patronage of the Duchess of Cleveland, who allowed him for several years an annuity of forty pounds. In his seventeenth year. he went from the school of Durham to the university of Cambridge, where he obtained a fellowship of Pembroke-hall, and took the degree of master of arts. About the time of his obtaining his fellowship he wrote a farce, entitled, "the Grateful Fair, or the Trip to Cambridge," which was acted in the hall of his college. Of this production only a few songs, and the mock-heroic soliloquy of the Princess Periwinkle, have been preserved; but from the draught of the plot given by his biographer, the comic ingenuity of the piece seems not to have been remarkable. He distinguished himself at the university, both by his Latin and English verses: among the former was his translation of Pope's Ode on St. Cecilia's Day, on the subject of which, and of other versions which he projected from the same author, he had the honour of corresponding with Pope. He also obtained, during several years, the Seatonian prize for poetical essays on the attributes of the Deity. He afterwards printed those compositions, and probably rested on them his chief claims to the name of a poet. In one of them he rather too loftily denominates himself," the poet of his God.” From his verses upon the Eagle chained in a College Court, in which he addresses the bird,

"Thou type of wit and sense, confined,
"Chain'd by th' oppressors of the mind,"