He walked mannerly; he talked meekly; And in his speech he used no oath but truly; This done (I scant can tell the rest for laughter), A captain of a ship came three days after, And bought three yards of velvet and three quarters, He that precisely knew what was enough Master, remember how you saw the vision!' To this period belongs Fairfax, translator of Tasso's "Jerusalem Delivered." Dryden ranked this writer with Spenser as a master of our language, and Waller allowed that he derived from Fairfax the harmony of his numbers. The date of his birth is unknown. It is on record that he was living in 1639. Dr. John Donne, the famous dean of St. Paul's, wrote most of his poetry before the end of the sixteenth century, though none of it was published till late in the reign of James. Donne may safely be classed with Wilson's "mystical wisemen and poetical clerkes, delighting much in their own darkness, especially when none can tell what they do say." Of this metaphysical poet an able critic observes: "He has used all the resources of the language, not to express thought, but to conceal it; but 703849 running through all this bewilderment, a deeper insight detects not only a vein of the most exuberant wit, but often the sunniest and most delicate fancy and the truest tenderness and depth of feeling. Nor can it be questioned that the peculiar construction of Donne's verses was conceived as adapted by choice and system; their harshness was a part of their relish." Donne was distinguished for his great abilities and the amiability of his character. By a secret marriage with the daughter of Sir George Moore, Lord Lieutenant of the Tower, he fell into trouble and poverty. His domestic trials are said to have comprised every variety of wretchedness except that of separation from his wife, for whom his tenderness was unbounded, and for whose loss his grief is said to have been so overwhelming as to endanger his reason. Craik observes that "in endeavoring to give expression to his inexpressible passion for her, he has exhausted all the eccentricities of language." These stanzas from one of his parting songs, though in his own riddling style, are in sentiment exquisitely beautiful. “As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, no sigh-tempests move; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. "Dull sublunary lover's love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which alimented it. "But we're by love so much refined That ourselves know what it is; Careless eyes, lips, and hands to miss. "Our two souls, therefore (which are one), Like gold to airy thinness beat. "If they be two, they are two so "And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, And grows erect as that comes home. "Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; And makes me end where I begun." The beautiful little song of Donne's, beginning "Send home my long-strayed eyes to me," has far more harmony and elegance than his other pieces, and has been set to music. These four lines are from one of his most elaborate elegies: "Angels did hand her up, who next God dwell, For she was of that order whence most fell. Her body 's left with us, lest some had said She could not die, except they saw her dead.” Donne is also the author of these beautiful and often quoted lines: "The pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, Donne died at the age of fifty-eight, in 1631. The intimate friend of Dr. Donne was 66 'Holy George Herbert." Herbert was of noble birth, descended from the earls of Pembroke, and born in Montgomery Castle, Wales, though he is best known as a pious country clergyman. He was educated at Cambridge, and in the year 1619 was chosen orator for the University. Lord Bacon entertained such a high regard for his learning and judgment that he is said to have submitted to him his works before publication. The death of King James deprived him of a lucrative court office, which had formerly been given by Elizabeth to Sir Philip Sidney. He entered into sacred orders, and was made rector of Bemerton in Wiltshire, where he passed the remainder of his life. Herbert's strength was unequal to the selfimposed tasks of his profession. With saint-like zeal and purity he discharged his clerical duties, but died at the early age of thirty-nine. His principal production is entitled "The Temple, or, Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations." It was not printed till a few years after his death, and was so well received that two thousand copies are said to have been sold in a few years after the first impression. Herbert was a musician, and sang to the lute or viol his own flowing and musical hymns. Many of them are in sentiment exquisitely beautiful, though marred by the absurd conceits and unpoetical similes, which, however intolerable to us, were the fashion of the age. A preacher, cotemporary with Herbert, harangued the University of Oxford, and was, it is said, highly applauded by that learned body for his eloquence, in this style: "Arriving," said he, "at the mount of St. Mary's, in the stony stage where I now stand, I have brought you some fine biscuits, baked in the oven of charity, carefully conserved for the chickens of the Church, the sparrows of the spirit, and the sweet swallows of salvation, which way of preaching," says the reporter of this homily, "was then commended by the generality of scholars." It is to be inferred that the chickens of the Church throve mightily under this culinary shepherd of souls. In Herbert's well-known lines to Virtue, considered the best in his collection, "the rose is angry and brave, and bids the rash beholder wipe his eye." The spring is compared to a box, and the soul to seasoned timber. The lyric genius of the poet still charms us, in spite of these tasteless conceits; and the warm and sincere piety which breathes through all his writings gives to them an enduring charm. These stanzas are finely conceived, and are among Herbert's best. The piece is somewhat absurdly called by its author THE PULLEY. WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, Contract into a span." So strength first made away; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honor, pleasure. Rest in the bottom lay. "For if I should," said he, "Bestow this jewel also on my creature, |