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haved gallantly, but the second line, in coming to, the push of the pike, were seized with a sudden, panic, and fled back to Boulogne, in spite of all the efforts of their commander to rally them. Within a few months after this affair he was recalled to England, and Hertford went out to France as the king's lieutenant-general.

It does not appear, however, that the loss of this action was the pretext for his recal, or the direct cause of the king's vengeance, by which he was subsequently destined to fall. If the faction of Hertford, that was intriguing against him at home, ever succeeded in fretting the king's humour against him, by turning his misfortune into a topic of blame, Henry's irritation must have passed away, as we find Surrey recalled, with promises of being replaced in his command, (a promise, however, which was basely falsified), and again appearing at court in an honourable station. But the event of his recal (though it does not seem to have been marked by tokens of royal displeasure) certainly contributed indirectly to his ruin, by goading his proud temper to farther hostilities with Hertford. Surrey, on his return to England, spoke of his enemy with indignation and menaces, and imprudently expressed his hopes of being revenged in a succeeding reign, His words were reported, probably with exaggera. tion, to the king, and occasioned his being sent, for some time, as a prisoner to Windsor. He was liberated, however, from thence, and again made

his appearance at court, unsuspicious of his impend ing ruin.

It is difficult to trace any personal motives that could impel Henry to wish for his destruction. He could not be jealous of his intentions to marry the Princess Mary—that fable is disproved by the discovery of Surrey's widow having survived him. Nor is it likely that the king dreaded him as an enemy to the Reformation, as there is every reason to believe that he was a protestant. The natural cruelty of Henry seems to have been but an instrument in the designing hands of Hertford, whose ambition, fear, and jealousy, prompted him to seek the destruction of Norfolk and his son. His measures were unhappily aided by the vindictive resentment of the Duchess of Norfolk against her husband, from whom she had been long separated, and by the still more unaccountable and unnatural hatred of the Duchess of Richmond against her own brother. Surrey was arrested on the 12th of December, 1546, and committed to the Tower. The depositions of witnesses against him, whose collective testimony did not substantiate even a legal offence, were transmitted to the king's judges at Norwich, and a verdict was returned, in consequence of which he was indicted for high treason. We are not told the full particulars of his defence, but are only generally informed that it was acute and spirited. With respect to the main accusation, of his bearing the arms of the Confessor, he proved that he had the authority of the heralds in so doing, and that he had worn them himself in the king's presence, as his ancestors had worn then in the presence of former kings. Notwithstanding his manifest innocence, the jury was base enough to find him guilty. The Chancellor pronounced sentence of death upon him; and in the flower of his.age, in his 31st year, this noble soldier, and accomplished poet, was beheaded on Tower-hill.

DESCRIPTION OF SPRING,

The soote' season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale,
The nightingale with feathers new she sings;
The turtle to her make2 bath told her tale.
Summer is come, for every spray now springs.
The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ;
The buck in brake his winter coat he flings;
The fishes fleet with new repaired scale;
The adder all her slough away she flings;
The swift swallow pursueth the flies small;
The busy bee her honey now she mings> ;
Winter is worn that was the flower's bale*.
And thus I see among these pleasant things
Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs.

Sweet.—2 Mate.--3 Mingles. 4 Destruction..

A ÞRISONER IN WINDSOR CASTLE, HE REFLECTS

ON PAST RAPPINESS.

So cruel prison how could betide, alas !
As proud Windsor? Where I in lust and joy,
With a king's son, my

childish

years

did

pass, In greater feast than Priam's sons of Troy; Where each sweet place returns a taste full sour. The large green courts, where we were wont to hove, With eyes upcast unto the maiden's tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love. The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue, The dances short, long tales of great delight; With words and looks that tigers could but rue, When each of us did plead the other's right. The palm play', where dèsported? for the game, With dazed eyes oft we, by gleams of love, Have miss'd the ball, and got sight of our dame, To bait her eyes, which kept the leads above. The gravell'd ground, with sleeves tied on the helm, On foaming horse with swords and friendly hearts; With cheer as though one should another whelm, Where we have fought, and chased oft with darts, With silver drops the meads yet spread for ruth; In active games of nimbleness and strength, , Where we did strain, trained with swarms of youth, Our tender limbs that yet shot up in length. The secret groves, which oft we made resound Of pleasant plaint, and of our ladies praise ;

i Tennis-court.— Stript.

Recording soft what grace each one had found,
What hope of speed, what dread of long delays.
The wild forest, the clothed holts with green;
With reins avail'd', and swift ybreathed horse,
With cry of hounds, and merry blasts between,
Where we did chase the fearful hart of force.
The void walls eke that harbour'd us each night:
Wherewith, alas! revive within my breast
The sweet accord, such sleeps as yet delight;
The pleasant dreams, the quiet bed of rest;
The secret thoughts, imparted with such trust;
The wanton talk, the divers change of play ;
The friendship sworn, each promise kept so just,
Wherewith we past the winter nights away.
And with this thought the blood forsakes the face;
The tears berain my cheeks of deadly hue:
The which, as soon as sobbing sighs, alas!
Upsupped have, thus I my plaint renew :
O place of bliss ! renewer of my woes!
Give me account, where is my noble fere ?
Whom in thy walls thou didst each night enclose;
To other liefs : but unto me most dear.
Echo, alas! that doth my sorrow rue,
Returns thereto a hollow sound of plaint.
Thus I alone, where all my freedom grew,
In prison pine, with bondage and restraint:
And with remembrance of the greater grief,
To banish the less, I find my chief relief, .

Shortened... Companion._-3 Beloved.

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