The excellent engraving published by Mr. Park from a scarce print, represents her no longer young, with a long, thin, and muscular face, a mouth slightly turned up at the angles, a firm, thin, and well defined upper lip, a projecting chin, large prominent eyes, and the nose of an ancient hero. Her hair is turned back, and curled into innumerable small ringlets, behind which a circle of fur is so disposed as to resemble a halo of rays. She wears the large open laced ruff of her time, and an ermined mantle to denote her rank; the more completely to exhibit her character, her left hand displays an open book. She looks the very queen of learning, the president and patroness of literature. We will now attend her ladyship to the region of Parnassus, and first exhibit her in competition with the divine Spenser, bewailing the untimely death of her noble brother. In that poet's "Astrophel," Lady Pembroke's elegy is introduced by the following stanza: And first his sister, that Clarinda hight, That gentlest shepherdess that lives this day; Aye me! to whom shall I my case complain, That my enriven heart may find relief? To heavens? ah! they alas! the authors were For they foresee what to us happens here, And they foresaw, yet suffered this be so. From them comes good, from them comes also ill; To men? ah! they alas! like wretched be, Their best redress is their best sufferance. How then can they, like wretched, comfort me, The which no less need comforted to be? Then to myself will I my sorrow mourn, Woods, hills and rivers, now are desolate, Since he is gone the which did all them grace; And all the fields do wail their widowed state, Since death their fairest flower did late deface: The fairest flower in field that ever grew Was Astrophel! that was we all may rue. What cruel hand of cursed foe unknown Hath cropt the stalk that bore so fair a flower? Untimely cropt, before it well were grown, And clean defaced in untimely hour: Great loss to all that ever him did see, Great loss to all but greatest loss to me. Break now your garlands, O ye shepherd lasses, Since the fair flower that them adorned is gone; The flower that them adorned is gone to ashes; Never again let lass put garland on : Nor ever sing the love-lays which he made; Unto yourselves to make you merry glee : Death, the devourer of all world's delight, . O death! that hast of us such riches reft Tell us, at least, what hast thou with it done? What is become of him whose flower here left Is but the shadow of his likeness gone? Scarce like the shadow of that which he was, Nought like, but that he like a shade did pass. But that immortal spirit, which was deck'd O what is now of it become? aread! Ah! no, it is not dead, nor can it die, There thousand birds, all of celestial brood, Sweet spirit! never fearing more to die, Nor fearing savage beasts' more cruelty,- But our own selves, that here in dole are drent. The lady's paradise, peopled with houris, is perhaps rather in the Mahometan taste. It is, however, no slight honour to her, that Milton in the most perfect of all his works, his matchless "Ly cidas," had an eye upon her Elegy. Of this who can doubt, reading the following lines: "Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, Sunk though he be beneath the watry floor. And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the wayes; The bed of lillies compass'd about with roses and violets, in which the disembodied soul reposes, like a new-born babe, a sweet and truly feminine idea of the lady, is changed by the poet into fresh groves and streams, and nectar pure. The thousand birds who sweetly carol night and day, become solemn troops and sweet societies occupied in heavenly music. For the immortal beauties kindling love, unallayed by jealousy, we have the communion of saints. In both, the originating ideas are the same the figures only are various. The lady's are perhaps the most poetical, the poet's certainly the most orthodox. In Davison's" Poetical Rhapsody," printed in 1602, is a Poem, entitled "A Pastoral Dialogue in praise of Astrea," the poetical appellation of Queen Elizabeth, said to have been "made by the excellent lady, the Lady Mary Countess of Pembroke, at the Queen's Majesties being at her house." A Dialogue between Two Shepherds. THENOT AND PIERS. Thenot, I sing divine Astrea's praise, |