we will transcribe the commencing portion, which contains the most effective passages : How! Providence! and yet a Scottish crew! Unto a land that truckles under us? Shall quench my rage. A poet should be feared To such pig-widgeon myrmidons as they? But that there's charm in verse, I would not quote The name of Scot without an antidote; Unless my head were red,1 that I might brew I must, like Hocus, swallow daggers first. Come, keen Iambics, with your badger's feet, With all the scorpions that should whip this age. Scots are like witches; do but whet your pen, Scratch till the blood come, they'll not hurt you then. Now, as the Martyrs were enforced to take The shapes of beasts, like hypocrites, at stake, A Scot, within a beast, is no disguise. Since they came in, England hath wolves again. 1 Red hair was in the worst repute formerly, and was attributed alike to Cain, to Judas, and to the devil. The leopard and the panther, and engrossed A land where one may pray with cursed intent, O may they never suffer banishment! Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom, Not forced him wander, but confined him home. Like Jews they spread, and as infection fly, As if the Devil had ubiquity. Hence 'tis they live as rovers, and defy This or that place, rags of geography: They're citizens o' the world, they 're all in all; The poem is accompanied by a Latin version on the opposite page, which however is not by Cleveland, but by Thomas Gawen, a Fellow of New College, Oxford. This may be fitly followed up by the verses headed The Definition of a Protector : What's a Protector? He's a stately thing That apes it in the non-age of a king: A tragic actor, Cæsar in a clown; He's a brass farthing stamped with a crown: 1 Perhaps this should be high-lows-that is, rustics. Fantastic image of the royal head, The brewer's with the king's arms quartered: In fine, he 's one we must Protector call;- And we fear the still more bitter bile of the following effusion On O. P. Sick, with which we shall conclude our extracts, must be understood to be directed against the same illustrious quarter: Yield, periwigged impostor, yield to fate, Down to the lowest abyss, the blackest shade, That night does own; that so the earth thou 'st made Loathsome by thousand barbarisms may be Delivered from heaven's vengeance, and from thee. The reeking steam of thy fresh villanies Would spot the stars, and menstruate the skies; Force them to break the league they 've made with men, And with a flood rinse the foul world again. Thy bays are tarnished with thy cruelties, In one of his prose pieces, The Character of a London Diurnal, Cleveland introduces other personal peculiarities of Cromwell besides his fiery nasal organ. "This Cromwell," he observes, "is never so valorous as when he is making speeches for the Association; which, nevertheless, he doth, somewhat ominously, with his neck awry, holding up his ear as if he expected Mahomet's pigeon to come and prompt him. He should be a bird of prey, too, by his bloody beak;" &c. It is probable enough that this attitude of one threading a needle, or trying to look round a corner, may have been customary with Cromwell in speaking at the early date to which the description refers, as it appears to have been with his sect in general: in another poem Cleveland depicts the Puritan preacher as 1 Misprinted "fate" in the edition before us. With face and fashion to be known For one of sure election; With eyes all white, and many a groan; WITHER. These last-mentioned writers Carew, Lovelace, Suckling, Denham, and Cleveland-were all, as we have seen, cavaliers; but the cause of puritanism and the parliament had also its poets as well as that of love and loyalty. Of these the two most eminent were Marvel and Wither. Marvel's era, however, is rather after the Restoration. George Wither, who was born in 1588, covers nearly eighty years of the seventeenth century with his life, and not very far from sixty with his works: his first publication, his volume of satires entitled Abuses Stript and Whipt, having appeared in 1611, and some of his last pieces only a short time before his death in 1667. The entire number of his separate works, as they have been reckoned up by modern bibliographers, exceeds a hundred. Two songs or short poems of Wither's inserted by Percy in his Reliques *—the one beginning Shall I, wasting in despair, Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May; If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be? the other entitled The Stedfast Shepherd, an exquisitely graceful as well as high-thoughted carol,-first recalled attention to this forgotten writer; his high merits were a few years afterwards more fully illustrated by Mr. Octavius Gilchrist in the Gentleman's Magazine; and he was subsequently made more widely known by the specimens of him given by Ellis,-among the rest the passage of consummate beauty (previously quoted by Gilchrist) from his Shepherd's Hunting, published in 1615, while he was confined in the Marshalsea, in which, breaking out into * Vol. iii. pp. 190 and 264. what we may call a hymn or pæan of gratitude and affection, he recounts all that Poetry and his Muse still were and had ever been to him :— VOL. II. In my former days of bliss Her divine skill taught me this,- Make this churlish place allow Some things that may sweeten gladness The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made ; The strange music of the waves This black den, which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss; This my chamber of neglect, Though thou be to them a scorn That to nought but earth are born; Let my life no longer be Than I am in love with thee. Though our wise ones call thee madness, D |