And maister Timothie the woolen draper; And maister Miles the mercer at the Harrow; And Harry haberdasher at the Horne ; The following fine moral stanzas, were originally intended for a solemn funeral song in a play, "The Contention of Ajax and Ulyses," by James Shirley; he flourished as a dramatic writer, in the reign of Charles I.; he outlived the restoration, and died 1666. DEATH'S FINAL CONQUEST. "The glories of our birth and state, There is no armour against fate: Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon death's purple altar now, See where the victor victim bleeds: To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust." It is said to have been a favourite song with that profligate man, King Charles II.; it is to be regretted, it had no moral effect upon his conduct, his whole life was a senseless round of folly, and dissipation, which the huge calibre of his besotted mind seemed to be continually charged with, and which he discharged again with dismal effects over all that came within its range. He ought to have had those pathetic lines, in gilt letters, placed under the picture of his unfortunate father, as a continual memento mori; but it may be doubted whether they would have made any impression on his inveterate habits. Such a one as him, might have furnished the following thoughts to one of the most amiable of the English poets : "From stucco'd walls smart arguments abound, And beaux adept in everything profound, Die of disdain and whistle off the sound." CowPER. The following little moral poem was written by Sir Henry Wotton, who died (provost of Eaton,) 1639. THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE. "How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Who envies none whom chance doth raise, Whom God doth late and early pray With a well-chosen book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands "When VIRTUE her example drew in heaven Four of the seven: but FAITH five precepts gains: And in the virtue of PERFECTION dwells." The Unjust Steward, by Charles, Duke of Richmond, 1667. "In a White hall there once were stewards three Head-steward, house-steward, and faire steward, ye there might see, This lampoon is highly characteristic of the times, and the manners; the house-steward, means himself; at the palace of Whitehall, the head-steward, King Charles II., and the fairesteward, the beauteous grand-daughter of Walter Steward, Lord Blantyre; the three were related. The duke was first struck with Miss Stuarts charms, at one of Queen Catharine's masquerades, in 1664. When the queen was at one time given over by her physicians, it is said she named this young lady to Charles as her successor, she wished to adorn the throne. Catharine's recovery, Lord Clarendon took a fancy that his royal master might seek a divorce, in order to offer his hand to this maid of honour: he, therefore, promoted her marriage with the Duke of Richmond. On When this was suspected, the duke was banished from court. Miss Stuart, like a true hearted lover, eloped with him, and was married, 1667. The circumstances were soon forgiven, and the young Duchess was appointed lady of the bedchamber, by her kind mistress; and she also became immortalized, by having her figure, as being so beautiful, put upon the coins. EPIGRAMS. "A college of witte crackers cannot flout mee Out of my humour-dost thou think I care for a The following one is by some learned gallant of the law, on the fair sex: A DECLARATION IN LAW. "Fee simple, and a simple fee, Are nothing, when compared to thee, From Sir John Harrington to his wife, for striking her dog from his "Your little dog that bark'd as I came by, Sir John's notion of the marriage state, seems to agree with that of Bishop Taylor, who says: “ A husband's power over his wife is paternal and friendly, not magisterial and despotic." HAYDEN'S EPIGRAM ON THE LETTER H, 1566. "H is the worst letter in the crisse crosse row, For if thou find him either in thine elbowe, In thine arm, or leg, in any degree, In thine head, or toe, or teeth, or knee, Into whatever place H may pike him, Where'er thou find ache, thou shalt not like him.” This epigram shows that the word we now pronounce ake, was pronounced formerly ache. During the time when Cromwell lay with his army at Perth, in Scotland, a rich old miser in that town-named Mundayhanged himself on account of the fall of grain. Oliver, who was by no means a greedy man, offered a premium for the best epigram on old hunks; several were sent to the protector on the occasion, but he was only pleased with the following, from an old Cobbler, who received the premium : EPIGRAM. Blessed be the Sabbath dey, For Monday's hang'd his self! A person of Oliver's staff, upon reading these lines, perceived the cobbler supposed that Monday was the first day, wrote the following lines: What country came the cobbler frae, That Monday 'gan the week wha' wot; Forsooth he is a Hottentot. The following four lines, from a collection of "Rump songs, by the most eminent wits from 1639 to 1661," if not very sparkling, give a "short and sweet" view of their sentiments. "Wise men suffer, good men grieve, Help, oh Lord! send ayd unto us, Else knaves and fools will quite undo us." ANAGRAMS. "Thy genius calls thee not to purchas fame, In keen Iambic, but mild anagram." DRYDEN. THIS ingenious way of transposing a name, occupied much of the attention both of the witty and the wise; many cynical people censure these things, certainly the great part of them are trifles, but many of our present sedentary amusements are trifling. The writer does not wish to set himself up as an arbiter of taste, but perhaps may be permitted to ask, whether transposing the letters of a name, or writing an acrostic, is not quite as well as shuffling about fifty two pieces of stiff paper, or moving some round pieces of wood, on a chequered board! "To the pure, all things are pure." However, some of my readers may expect a few. I give two about the unfortunate Mary, Queen of Scots, which contain much historic truth, point, and brevity; and contain severe reflections on her enemies : Maria Stevarta, Veritas Armata. Truth in arms! Maria Stewarda, Scotorum Regina, Trusting in the hospitality of the kingdom, I fall by a bitter death. The last, on the unfortunate Mary, is so good and so true, that it will serve to contrast with the following, on Queen Elizabeth: |