to identify its author or collector, with the exception of the initials "A.B.” at the end, affixed to an epitaph on the last page, which were most probably those of Alexander Brome, well known for his feelings of loyalty and attachment to Charles, who may have been the editor or collector of these elegies. The title is in red and black, and the work consists of an epitaph, five elegies, and another epitaph at the end. The elegies are written in a bombastic and outrageous style, in some instances almost approaching to blasphemy. Charles is made almost into a deity, and is placed in his sufferings next to those of the Redeemer. Take the following passage as an instance of this: Now Charles as King, and as a good King too His Saviour's Crosse, and pledge him in his Cup. That's Life the Doctrine was, his Death the Use; No other Death then by being Crucifi'd. And their renownedst Epocha will be Great Charles his Death, next Christ's Nativity. The first Elegy extends to sixteen pages. The succeeding lines from it on the regicide Bradshaw may serve as a specimen of the book: High in this dream, in this phantastick Bench, Bold apparition Bradshaw doth intrench. One whom the genuine Bar did seldome see, Whose obscure tongue scarce boasts a seven years Fee, Whose Lungs are all his Law, whose pleading noise And silence, dearer then discreeter voice. Whose conscience wears a face for every dresse; Religion justifies the Savages. Faction'd and byas'd, for who gives most fair, Camelion through, onely not hir'd with Aire, Whose insolence no presence can relaxe, Whose carriage wounds his King worse then the Axe. And higher plac'd, is Image still at best: As Satan talk't i'th' Idols tongues of old; Yet the close drift of this bright pomp and shrine, Is nor the Devill, nor He, but worse design. We give the concluding epitaph: Within this sacred Vault doth lie That th' Elixirs of Praise detract: These are faint Shadows: But t' endure Hee's drawn to th' life in's POURTACTURE: If such another PIECE youl'd see, Angels must Limn it out, or HEE Are Centred in their Eminence. Of ASSASINES, whose weal HEE sought, Even then when they His MURDER wrought With horrid Plots, that HEADLESS He The Book is without place or printer's name, and contains Sig. A to C 8 in eights. Jolley's sale, pt. ii. No. 677, 68. 6d.; Heber's ditto, pt. iv. No. 86, Ss. Half-bound in Calf. CHARLES I.A Faithful Subjects Sigh on the universally-lamented Death and Tragicall End, of that Vertuous and Pious Prince, our most Gracious Soveraigne Charles I. King of Great Brittaine, most Barbarously Butchered by his Rebellious Subjects. By a Gentleman now resident in the Court of Spain. Printed in the Year 1649. 4to, pp. 8. On the reverse of the title is an anagram on the name of Carolus Stuartus Scotus, Magnæ Brittanniæ, Rex, and a Chronogram. Like the preceding poem, the lamentations and sighs on Charles's death, are written in a coarse and exaggerated tone, and his sufferings compared with those of the Saviour. As witness the following quotation with which the poem concludes. True, Grandame Nature, thou didst well resent The vaults of th' Earth, which such an ague fit Lay trembling in, that therewithall she wak'd The sleeping Ghosts, out of their darke Tombes shak'd, A Truer Symbole of our Christ then now And as the Chief Priests and the Pharisees Held Councell 'gainst our Saviour, so these Of our Sanhedrim with the Libertine, In such & Parliament did now combine 'Gainst Christ's Anointed; where in vaine they sought Who Judas-like, his Native Master sold. Secur❜d by's Rebels in the Isle of Wight: Where (as Christ in the Garden was) for Pray'r Himselfe, for th' houre he knew was drawing nigh To apprehend him, they a Company Of Treacherous villaines sent him to betray, For them to gripe Him; then hir'd the loud cry Yet some of th' Jewish Jury could confesse (Like Pilate) that they found their Lord guiltlesse; So His life He laid down, for th' sins of's Foes (Like Christ) for the peculiar faults of those That shed His Bloud: who their good King accus'd So like's Redeemer, I dare Canonize. This tract is scarce. The present copy is from Skegg's sale, No. 332, 98., and is embellished with a portrait of Charles with flowing hair, falling laced band and Collar of the Garter. Half-bound in Calf. CHARLES I. Stipendariæ Lacrymæ, or, A Tribute of Teares. Paid upon the Sacred Herse of the most Gracious and Heroick Prince, Charles I. Late King of Great Brittaine, France, and Ireland, murdered at Westminster, by his own (Regicide) Subjects, on Jan. 30. 1648. Solvamus bono Principi Stipendarias Lacrymas, quia ille nobis solvit etiam mortis suæ stipendium. Hague, Printed for Samuel Browne, 1654, 4to. pp. 48. Another of the numerous poetical tributes of affection paid to the memory of the royal martyr by a writer whose name is unknown, but whose verses are not altogether devoid of merit. The title is followed by a Latin inscription to Charles's memory, by the author, in the shape of an altar; by a "Chronosticon" on the beheading of Charles; and by a distich "To the Author" signed C. B. The Poem which is preceded by an "Argumentum is entitled " Stipendariæ Lacrymæ, or, The Vision." It is written in seven line stanzas, and is divided into two parts, the first containing fifty stanzas, and the second twenty-six, ending with a song, a Latin distich, and the motto "Post Nebula Phoebus." After comparing Charles with Cæsar, the writer falls into a trance, and the following stanzas describe not unpoetically his visions while he lay intranced: VIII. Whilst thus intranc't (dull as my Couch) I laid, A Diapred field took fast hold on mine eye: Nor where the silver Loire steals laughing by. This the originall, sweet Tempe is But a mean Pencills ruder draught of this. IX. The Grasse in greenness Emeralds excell'd To which the Roses gave a blush, as though X. This heap of sweets a cooling gale sweept over, Or Cyprus wild vine flowers; or (I may say) XI. A stream of Nectar (the Nimphs looking-Glass) His note was a deep base, which let me know |