And from the silver mayne of calmy Thames, Into the eares of drooping London thunder, He mournes for her e'en at his coronation: That weepes for thee, whom all the world else feares. His Majestie's most royall Coronation. Within the table of æternitie, In leaves out-waring brasse, shall Fame write downe, With quilles of steele, the lasting memory Of England's Cæsar, and great Cæsar's crowne; Give place, yee silent shadowes of black night, And let the brightest lamp of heaven shine; Vanish, thou time of dreames! for, to delight, This jeme must be survei'd with angels' eyne; Angels, as bright as is the brow of heaven, When nere a clowd hangs lowring in the sky, Such sunne-bright angels with a smiling face, Mount high, my soule; the harbinger of light Unto the ruddy morning gives faire way. From forthe the easterne clyme behold the sunne He'll have it so, for England's future blisse; And what we have, we farme it but as his. Then like true leigemen, let our voyces sing Jews in America; or Probabilities that those Indians are Judaical, made more probable by some additionals to the former conjectures. An accurate Discourse is premised of Mr. John Elliot (who first preached the Gospel to the natives in their own language) touching their origination, and his vindication of the Planters. &c. &c. Tho. Thorowgood, S. T. B. Norfolciensis. London, printed for Henry Brome, at the Gun in Ivie Lane, 1660. 4to. ORIGINAL dedication to K. Charles I. dated 1648. To the noble Knights, Ladies, and Gentlemen of Norfolk, and to those especially that declared their desires to promote the Gospel among the Indians in America, by their bountiful encouragement to Mr. John Eliot, Grace, Mercy, and Peace. Sir John Hobart, Kt. and Bart. Major Gen. Skippon. Jo. Spelman of Narburgh, Esq. : June 25, 1660. Barnaby Googe. HAVING a vacant space, I take this opportunity of registering the descent of BARNABY GOOGE, which has accidentally met my eye in a MS. Vol. of old pedigrees. It explains his alliance with Kentish families, which I conjectured in Censura Literaria. Margaret daughter of Sir Walter Mantell Kt. and sister of Sir John Mantell who was attainted of felony with the Lord Dacres of the South, married Robert Googe, Gent. and had issue Barnaby Googe, who married Mary, daughter of Thomas Darell, and had issue. As to this marriage with Darell, I shall hereafter give some curious Letters, 1 Remarks on the true Character of Poetry. THE highest and best province of poetry is, as I conceive, to arrest, describe, and fix, the association of the material with the intellectual world. This is the prime characteristic of our two first Bards, Shakespeare and Milton. It is prominent also in Spenser; and it marks the exquisite pieces of the most celebrated of our modern writers, Gray. We have also some living poets, in whom it is conspicuous. In early ages of literature, it is scarcely possible that this merit should exhibit itself in any striking degree and it has a tendency to decline again, as composition becomes too much of an art; till sudden revolutions in society, and times of energy and violence, bring back the faculties of men to something of former vigour. I have more frequently observed a genuine love of true poetry in those who pursue in obscurity "the noiseless tenour of their way," than in men of cold, disciplined, and artificial minds, who too generally lead the public taste. That conversance with an ideal world, which cheers and enriches solitude, and which it is the business of the Bard to stimulate and assist, is discouraged, and perhaps utterly depressed, in the bustle of society, where readiness, selfpossession, and a cautious and freezing judgment, are in constant demand and exercise. No one can really love poetry who is not an enthusiast: and what is there, in the intercourse of the world, so much exposed to ridicule, danger, and defeat, as enthusiasm? The taste of the mob, whose wits are sharpened by perpetual collision, (the great, as well as the little mob) is epigram; and then satire. As to those, who undertake professionally to guide the public judgment, we know the extraneous influences to which they are subject. Every work of periodical criticism is under the bias of views political or religious, totally alien to poetical merit. And where these prejudices do not operate, a rival perhaps, or one of a different school, pronounces a verdict upon his brother poet. I know not that the intellectual Colossus of the North writes poetry; beautifully, though not always consistently, as he criticizes it: but it is generally understood that some eminent poets of the day are among those who habitually dictate opinions to the public, on others engaged in the same art. In this conflict, I fear that the blow which prostrates the poor mangled Bard, is ill compensated by the feeble plaudits which the attack generally draws upon him from the rival party. amid Mr. Wordsworth does well to-go his own way his sublime lakes and mountains, deaf to the contradictory dogmas of these critics: they would palsy the hand of Spenser, or Shakespeare, or Milton, even when about to throw it across the harp in their most inspired moods. True poets would be less infrequent, were they not overcome by the false taste of critics, and a pusillanimous subjection to vulgar opinion. Poetry is addressed to the noblest faculties of our intellectual nature; to those which, in proportion as they exist in combination, most exalt us above the material part of our being! All science, and almost all human learning, is adapted to an artificial state of mind: Poetry requires no ad, |