Nor honour held a fruitless, golden dream, That face, whose picture might have ransomed kings, Yet put up spittings, bafflings,' buffetings,— Those lips, which, though they had command o'er all, Being thirsty, vinegar had to drink, and gall,— That body, scourged and torn with many a wound, That his dear blood, like balm, might leave us sound, The well of life, which with a spear being tried, Two streams mysterious gushed out from his side; Messias, great Jehovah, God on high, Yet hail'd King of the Jews in mockery,- poorest worm on earth, the height of scorn ;That Lord, by his own subjects crucified, Lo, at this grand assize, comes glorified, 1 Insults, mockeries. To baffle, (baffule) was commonly used in the sense of-to mock or treat insultingly and injuriously. H With troops of angels, who his officers are, Armed cap-a-pie thus, who 'gainst him durst fight? There was no ground for strength nor yet for flight. With lively bodies to the shores were beaten; Emperors and kings, patriarchs, and tribes forgot ten, The conquerors of the world-moulder'd and rot ten Lords, beggars, men and women, young and old, Up, at a bar set forth, their hands did hold. The Judge being set, in open court were laid Huge books, at sight of which all were dismay'd, Would fain have shrunk back, and fell down with fear; In sheets of brass all stories written were (Which those great volumes held) charactered deep With pens of steel, eternal files to keep Of every nation since the world began, And every deed, word, thought, of every man. The minutes of the act, were here set right; A bill of items in particular, What their souls owed for sin to death and hell; In these true journals it at large was found, SIR JOHN BEAUMONT. BORN 1582; DIED 1628. IN the first volume of the "Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century," a remark occurred respecting the fecundity of the poetic vein, in the family of Fletcher it is singular, that the same remark applies with equal force to that of Beaumont-imperishably joined with it in our literature. No less than seven writers of verse, of the latter family, are known to the readers of English poetry. The present writer was the elder brother of Francis Beaumont, the celebrated colleague of Fletcher. His known poetical remains are comprised in a small volume of miscellaneous pieces, of which the longest is on the battle of "Bosworth Field;" but besides these, a poem, in eight books, called the "Crown of Thorns," is spoken of as his production by contemporary wriThe poems of Sir J. Beaumont are by no means destitute of literary merit; but his estimable little volume has a farther, and, for those times, a far more uncommon recommendation, in being wholly free from indelicate terms or allusions, and dedicated in every part to the service of virtue and piety. ters. |