The Charles I. Her son, the poet, was either a Roundhead or a royalist, as the time served. He entered parliament and wrote his first poem when he was eighteen. At twenty-five, he married a rich heiress of London, who died the same year, and the poet immediately became a suitor of Lady Dorothea Sidney, eldest daughter of the Earl of Leicester. To this proud and peerless fair one, Waller dedicated the better portion of his poetry, and the groves of Penshurst echoed to the praises of his Sacharissa. Lady Dorothea, however, was inexorable, and bestowed her hand, in her twenty-second year, on the Earl of Sunderland. It is said that, meeting her long afterwards, when she was far advanced in years, the lady asked him when he would again write such verses upon her. When you are as young, madam, and as handsome, as you were then,' replied the ungallant poet. incident affords a key to Waller's character. He was easy, witty, and accomplished, but cold and selfish; destitute alike of high principle and deep feeling. As a member of Parliament, Waller distinguished himself on the popular side, and was chosen to conduct the prosecution against Judge Crawley for his opinion in favour of levying ship-money. His speech, on delivering the impeachment, was printed, and 20,000 copies of it sold in one day. Shortly afterwards, however, Waller joined in a plot to surprise the city militia, and let in the king's forces, for which he was tried and sentenced to one year's imprisonment, and to pay a fine of £10,000. His conduct on this occasion was mean and abject. At the expiration of his imprisonment, the poet went abroad, and resided, amidst much splendour and hospitality, in France. He returned during the Protectorate, and when Cromwell died, Waller celebrated the event in one of his most vigorous and impressive poems. The image of the Commonwealth, though reared by no common hands, soon fell to pieces under Richard Cromwell, and Waller was ready with a congratulatory address to Charles II. The royal offering was considered inferior to the Panegyric on Cromwell, and the king himself who admitted the poet to terms of courtly intimacy-is said to have told him of the disparity. 'Poets, sire,' replied the witty, self-possessed Waller, 'succeed better in fiction than in truth.' In the first parliament summoned by Charles, Waller sat for the town of Hastings, and he served for different places in all the parliaments of that reign. Bishop Burnet says he was the delight of the House of Commons. At the accession of James II. in 1685, the venerable poet, then eighty years of age, was elected representative for a borough in Cornwall. The mad career of James, in seeking to subvert the national church and constitution, was foreseen by this wary and sagacious observer: He will be left,' said he, 'like a whale upon the strand.' The editors of Chandler's Debates and the Parliamentary History ascribe to Waller a remarkable speech against standing armies, delivered in the House of Commons in 1685; but according to Lord Macauley, this speech was really made by Windham, member for Salisbury. It was with some concern,' adds the historian, that I found myself forced to give up the belief that the last words uttered in public by Waller were so honourable to him.' Feeling his long-protracted life drawing to a close, Waller purchased a small property at Coleshill, saying: He would be glad to die like the stag, where he was roused. The wish was not fulfilled; he died at Beaconsfield, on the 21st of October 1687; and in the church-yard of that place-where also rest the ashes of Edmund Burke-a monument has been erected to his memory. The first collection of Waller's poems was made by himself, and published in the year 1664. It went through numerous editions in his lifetime; and in 1690 a second collection was made of such pieces as he had produced in his latter years. In a poetical dedication to Lady Harley, prefixed to this edition, and written by Elijah Fenton, Waller is styled Maker and model of melodious verse. This eulogium seems to embody the opinion of Waller's contemporaries, and it was afterwards confirmed by Dryden and Pope, who had not sufficiently studied the excellent models of versification furnished by the old poets, and their rich poetical diction. The smoothness of his versification, his good sense, and uniform elegance, rendered him popular with critics as with the multitude; while his prominence as a public man, for so many years, would increase curiosity as to his works His poems are chiefly short and incidental, but he wrote a poem on Divine Love, in six cantos. Cowley had written his 'Davideis,' and recommended sacred subjects as adapted for poetry; but neither he nor Waller succeeded in this new and higher walk of the muse. Such an employment of their talents was graceful and becoming in advanced life, but their fame must ever rest on their light, airy, and occasional poems, dictated by that gallantry, adulation, and play of fancy which characterised the cavalier poets. On Love. Anger, in hasty words or blows, Approaching, tamed th' unruly horse. Pity, supposing them oppressed. His twenty lasses, bright and young, From A Panegyric to my Lord Protector? Let partial spirits still aloud complain, Think themselves injured that they cannot reign, Above the waves, as Neptune shewed his face, Heaven, that hath placed this island to give law, Whether this portion of the world were rent Hither the oppressed shall henceforth resort, Still as you rise, the state exalted too, Finds no distemper while 'tis changed by you; Changed like the world's great scene! when, without nois The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys. Had you, some ages past, this race of glory Run, with amazement we should read your story; This Cæsar found; and that ungrateful age, You, that had taught them to subdue their foes, As the vexed world, to find repose, at last Then let Muses, with such notes as these, Tell of towns stormed, and armies overrun, Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, Here, in low strains, your milder deeds we sing, To crown your head; while you in triumph rido The British Navy. When Britain, looking with a just disdain And knowing well that empire must decline To the rich troublers of the world's repose. And now some months, encamping on the main,' Our naval army had besieged Spain: They that the whole world's monarchy designed, Others may use the ocean as their road, Only the English make it their abode, And make a covenant with the unconstant sky: At Penshurst. While in this park I sing, the listening deer They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. More deaf than trees, and prouder than the heaven! Of such stern beauty, placed those healing springs (2) I might, like Orpheus, with my numerous moan 1 Sir Philip Sidney. 2 Tunbridge Wells. |