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in Greenland, where the day lasts above a quarter of a year, have plentiful scope for revenge *

Bishop Brownrig.-"He carried learning enough in numerato about him in his pockets for any discourse, and had much more at home in his chests for any serious dispute."

Modest Want.-" Those that with diligence fight against poverty, though neither conquer till death makes it a drawn battle, expect not but prevent their craving of thee: for God forbid the heavens should never rain, till the earth first opens her mouth ; seeing some grounds will sooner burn than chap.

Death-bed Temptations.-" The devil is most busy on the last day of his term; and a tenant to be outed cares not what mischief he doth.”

Conversation.--" Seeing we are civilised Englishmen, let us not be naked savages in our talk.”

Wounded Soldier.—“Halting is the stateliest


* This whimsical prevention of a consequence which no one would have thought of deducing, -setting up an absurdam on purpose to hunt it down,-placing guards as it were at the very outposts of possibility -gravely giving out laws to insanity and prescribing moral fences to distempered intellects, could never have entered into a head less entertainingly constructed than that of Fuller, or Sir Thomas Browne, the very air of whose style the conclusion of this passage most aptly imitates.

march of a soldier; and 'tis a brave sight to see the flesh of an ancient as torn as his colours.”

Wat Tyler—"A misogrammatist ; if a good Greek word may be given to so barbarous a rebel.”

Heralds. - Heralds new mould men's names, taking from them, adding to them, melting out all the liquid letters, torturing mutes to make them speak, and making vowels dumb,—to bring it to a fallacious homonomy at the last, that their names may be the same with those noble houses they pretend to.”

Antiquarian Diligence.--" It is most worthy observation, with what diligence he (Camden] inquired after ancient places, making hue and cry after many a city which was run away, and by certain marks and tokens pursuing to find it; as by the situation on the Roman highways, by just distance from other ancient cities, by some affinity of name, by tradition of the inhabitants, by Roman coins digged up, and by some appearance of ruins. A broken urn is a whole evidence; or an old gate still surviving, out of which the city is run out. Besides, commonly some new spruce town not far off is grown out of the ashes thereof, which yet hath so much natural affection as dutifully to own those reverend ruins for her mother."

Henry de Essex.—“He is too well known in our English Chronicles, being Baron of Raleigh in Essex, and Hereditary Standard Bearer of England. It happened in the reign of this king (Henry II.] there was a fierce battle fought in Flintshire, at Coleshall, between the English and Welsh, wherein this Henry de Essex animum et signum simul abjecit, betwixt traitor and coward, cast away both his courage and banner together, occasioning a great overthrow of English. But he that had the baseness to do, had the boldness to deny the doing of sp foul a fact; until he was challenged in combat by Robert de Momford, a knight, eye-witness thereof, and by him overcome in a duel. Whereupon his large inheritance was confiscated to the king, and he himself, partly thrust, partly going into a convent, hid his head in a cowl, under which, betwixt shame and sanctity, he blushed out the remainedr of his life *."-Worthies. Article, Bedfordshire.

The fine imagination of Fuller has done what might have been pronounced impossible : it has given an interest, and a holy character, to coward infamy. Nothing can be more beautiful than the concluding account of the last days, and expiatory retirement, of poor Henry de Essex. The address with which the whole of this little story is told is most consummate : the charm of it seems to consist in a perpetual balance of antitheses not too violently opposed, and the consequent

Sir Edward Harwood, Rnt.--"I have read of a bird, which hath a face like, and yet will prey upon, a man; who coming to the water to drink, and finding there by reflection, that he had killed one like himself, pineth away by degrees, and never afterwards enjoyeth itself*. Such is in some sort the condition of Sir Edward. This accident, that he had killed one in a private quarrel, put a period to his carnal mirth, and was a covering to his eyes all the days of his life. No possible provocations could afterwards tempt him to a duel; and no wonder that one's conscience loathed that whereof he had surfeited. He refused all challenges with more honour than others accepted them; it being well known, that he would set his foot as far in the face of his enemy as any man alive.- Worthies. Art. Lincolnshire,

activity of mind in which the reader is kept :-“Betwixt traitor and coward” -“ baseness to do, boldness to deny"_"partly thrust, partly going, into a convent"_“betwixt shame and sanctity.” The reader by this artifice is taken into a kind of partnership with the writer,--his judgment is exercised in settling the preponderance,—he feels as if he were consulted as to the issue. But the modern historian flings at once the dead weight of his own judgment into the scale, and settles the matter.

* I do not know where Fuller read of this bird ; but a more awful and affecting story, and moralising of a story, in Natural History, or rather in that Fabulous Natural History, where poets and mythologists found the Phønix and the Unicorn, and “ other strange fowl,” is no where extant. It is a fable which Sir Thomas Browne, if he had heard of it, would have exploded among his Vulgar Errors; but the delight which he would have taken in the discussing of its probabilities, would have shown that the truth of the fact, though the avowed object of his search was not so much the motive which put him upon the investigation, as those hidden affinities and poetical analogies,—those essential verities in the application of strange fable, which made him linger with such reluctant delay among the last fading lights of popular tradition; and not seldom to conjure up a superstition, that had been long extinct, from its dusty grave; to inter it himself with greater ceremonies and solemnities of burial,

Decayed Gentry." It happened in the reign of King James, when Henry Earl of Huntingdon was Lieutenant of Leicestershire, that a labourer's son in that county was pressed into the wars; as I take it, to go over with Count Mansfield. The old man at Leicester requested his son might be discharged, as being the only staff of his age, who by his industry maintained him and his mother. The Earl demanded his name, which the man for a long time was loth to tell (as suspecting it a fault for so poor a man to confess the truth), at last he told his name was Hastings. “ Cousin Hastings," said the Earl, “ we cannot all be top branches of the tree, though we all spring from the same root; your son, my kinsman, shall not be pressed.” So good was the meeting of modesty in a poor, with courtesy in an honourable person, and gentry I believe in both, And I have reason to believe, that some who justly

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