age when he became one of the Scriveners' Company. The inference would seem to be that he had for a good many years previously been living in London or in Oxfordshire, in some other employment, and took to scrivenership so late for some special reasons. His marriage with Sarah Jeffrey (see Memoir, pp. 1-2) took place in 1600, exactly at the time of his beginning the new business. The business of a scrivener in Old London was an important, and sometimes a lucrative, one. It consisted in the drawing up of wills, marriage settlements, and other deeds, the lending out of money for clients, and much else now done partly by attorneys and partly by law-stationers. The house of the new scrivener, John Milton, which was also his place of business, was the Spread Eagle in Bread Street, Cheapside, in the very heart of London. Though the Great Fire of 1666 swept away old Bread Street, the exact site of the house can yet be pointed out in the present Bread Street. There the scrivener married, and there his children were born. They were six in all; of whom only three survived to maturity: the eldest, a daughter Anne, afterwards Mrs. Phillips, and again, by a second marriage, Mrs. Agar ; John Milton, the poet, born Dec. 9, 1608; and Christopher Milton, afterwards Sir Christopher Milton and a judge, born Dec. 3, 1615. The household in Bread Street seems to have been a peculiarly peaceful and happy one, with a tone of pious Puritanism prevailing in it, but with the liberal cheerfulness belonging to prosperous circumstances and to ingenious and cultivated tastes. For one thing, music was perpetual in it. The scrivener was not only passionately fond of music, but even of such note himself as a musical composer that, apart altogether from the fame of his great son, some memory of him might have lingered among us to this day. Madrigals, songs, and psalm-tunes of his composition are to be seen yet in music-books published before his son was born, or while he was but in his boyhood, and not in mere inferior music-books, but in collections in which Morley, Wilbye, Bull, Dowland, Ellis Gibbons, Orlando Gibbons, and others of the best artists of the day, were his fellowcontributors. Thus in the Triumphes of Oriana, a collection of madrigals in honour of Queen Elizabeth, published in 1601, one of the pieces is John Milton's; in the Teares and Lamentations of a Sorrowfull Soule, a collection of sacred songs, edited in 1614 by Sir William Leighton, knight, three of the songs are to John Milton's music; and, in Ravenscroft's Whole Book of Psalmes, a compendium But There must have of Church-music published in 1621, the two tunes called "Norwich " and "York" are of John Milton's composition. As York tune is a favourite to this day, there may be said to remain, through it, some direct thrill in the English air from the spirit of Milton's father. what music round about himself while he lived! been frequent musical evenings, with one or more musical acquaintances present, in the house in Bread Street; books of music and musical instruments were parts of its furniture; and the young poet was taught by his father both to sing and to play on the organ. But the scrivener's designs for his children went beyond their mere training in his own art. It was his care to give them the best education possible, and to grudge nothing of his means towards that end. From the first there is proof that his heart was bound up in his son John, and that he had conceived the highest expectations of what that son would turn out to be. A portrait of the poet, as a sweet, serious, round-headed boy, at the age of ten, still exists, which his father caused to be done by the foreign painter then most in fashion, and which hung on the wall of one of the rooms in the house in Bread Street. Both father and mother doted on the boy and were proud of his promise. And so, after the most careful tuition of the boy at home, by his Scottish preceptor Young (see ante, pp. 260-265), and his farther training by the two Gills at St. Paul's School, close to Bread Street (see ante, p. 2), he was sent to Christ's College, Cambridge, in 1625; whither his younger brother, Christopher, followed him in Feb. 1630-31. The expense of maintaining two sons at Cambridge was considerable, and proves that the scrivener must have succeeded well in his business. That the scrivener's business had been a flourishing one is farther proved by the fact that he was able to retire from it, in whole or in part, in or about 1632, when he was close on his seventieth year, to a country - house at Horton, which he either took then, or had already been in possession of for some time. Thither, in that year, his son, having completed his seven years at the University and taken his M.A. degree, went to reside with him. So far all his highest hopes of that son had been fulfilled. He was then twenty-three years of age; and what youth comparable to him had the University sent out,—of such fair grace of form, of such genius and accomplishments, of character so manly and noble? A second portrait of Milton, done in the time of his Cambridge studentship, when he was about twenty one years of age, attests the continued pride in him of his father and mother. Only one thing a little troubled the elderly people, and particularly the father. This son of theirs, whom they had destined for the Church, had abjured that destination of himself as against his conscience; the profession of the Law, thought of for a moment, had also been set aside; and here he was back on their hands, with no clear line of life before him, such as other young men of his age had, but buried in books and lost in poetry. Some remonstrances to this effect may have been expressed by the father; but, if so, they must have been in the mildest and most hesitating terms (for Milton, I fancy, had learnt to be master and more in his father's house). Or, without any such remonstrances, Milton may have divined what was passing in the minds of his parents and in their colloquies concerning him. And so, some time in 1632 or 1633, but most probably in 1633, on some occasion when the subject had been broached, or when it was strong in Milton's musings, he writes the poem Ad Patrem. The scrivener had had a pretty good education himself, and could perhaps make out a bit of Latin at any time, if you did not hurry him. This, at any rate, is pretty much the substance of what he had to read : TO MY FATHER. Now through my breast I should wish that all the Pierian streamlets So that my bold-winged Muse, forgetting her trivial ditties, Any requital from us of a kind or a form that can better Answer the gifts thou hast given, though the largest requital could never Only in empty words come up to the great obligation. Such as they are, this page exhibits all my resources; All the wealth I possess I have here told out upon paper, All a nothing save what the golden Clio has given me, Nay, nor do thou despise this god-given Art of the Poet, Hell's dread depths into tumult, and bind the spirits abysmal, Merely in things to eat, and the wine on the tables was scanty. Sang the deeds of heroes and feats of noble example, Sang of Chaos old and the wide world's early foundations, Gods when they crept all-fours and grew lusty on chestnuts and acorns, Unsought yet the bolt that lay in the bowels of Ætna. What, in fine, is the use of the voice's mere modulation, Severed from words and sense and the craft of articulate numbers? Such song suits a woodland dance, but hardly an Orpheus, So that, father and son, we hold the god wholly between us. Given me to go the broad way that leads to the market of lucre, Rather, desiring to see my mind grow richer by culture, When I had mastered fully the tongue of the Romans, and tasted Latin delights enough, and the speech for which Jove's mouth was moulded, Thereto the language in which the new and fallen Italian Go and gather wealth, what madman thou art that preferrest Your jurisdiction I scorn, and, secure in the guard of my conscience, So, my father dear, since the perfect sum of your merits Baffles equal return, and your kindness all real repayment, Be the mere record enough, and the fact that my grateful remembrance Ye too, my youthful verses, my pastime and play for the present, |