The "Miscellanies" will not detain us long. The most extensive of these, but in point of general merit and interest the most unequal, is entitled"Eliza ; an Elegy upon the unripe decease of Sir Antony Irby: composed at the request (and for a monument) of his surviving Lady." Many of the stanzas abound in true pathos, and the most exalted piety, as well as in poetic excellence: the address from the dying Knight to his Lady can scarcely be parallelled.

Look, as a stag, pierced with a fatal bow,
When by a wood he walk'd securely feeding,
In coverts thick conceals his deadly blow,
And feeling death swim in his endless bleeding,
His heavy head his fainting strength exceeding,
Bids woods adieu, so sinks into his grave;

Green brakes, and primrose sweet, his seemly hearse embrave.

'So lay a gentle Knight now full of death, With cloudy eyes, his latest hour expecting ; And by his side, sucking his fleeting breath, His weeping spouse, Eliza, life neglecting, And all her beauteous fairs with grief infecting : Her cheek as pale as his; 'twere hard to scan, If death's or sorrow's face did look more pale or wan.

Then she: "Great Lord! thy judgments righteous be To make good ill, when to our ill we use it: Good leads on to the greatest good, to Thee; But we to other ends most foul abuse it;

A common fault, yet cannot that excuse it : We love thy gifts, and take them gladly ever; We love them, ah! too much, more than we love the giver."

Then falling low upon her humbled knees,''
And all her heart within her eye expressing.-

"Was❜t not thy hand that tied the sacred knot? Was't not thy hand that to my hand did give him?

Hast thou not made us one? command'st thou not None loose what thou hast bound? if then thou 'reave him,

How without me by halves dost thou receive him! Tak'st thou the head, and leav'st the heart behind? Aye me! in me alone can'st thou such monster find?

"Ah! why dost thou so strong, me weak assail? Woman of all thy creatures is the weakest,

And in her greatest strength did weakly fail; Thou who the weak and bruised never breakest, Who never triumph in the yielding seekest: Pity my weak estate, and leave me never; I ever yet was weak, and now more weak than ever."

With that her fainting spouse lift sup his head, And with some joy, his inward griefs refraining; Thus with a feeble voice, yet cheerful, said:"Spend not in tears this little time remaining;

Thy grief doth add to mine, not ease my paining: My death is life; such is the scourge of God: Ah! if his rods be such, who would not kiss his rod?

"My dear! once all my joy, now all my care; To these my words-these my last words apply thee. Give me thy hand: these my last greetings are! Shew me thy face-I never more shall eye thee.

Ah would our boys, our lesser selves, were by thee!~ These my live pictures to the world I give : So single only die, in them twice two I live.

"You little souls, your sweetest time enjoy,

And softly spend amongst your mother's kisses;
And with your pretty sports, and artless joy,
Supply that weeping mothers' grievous misses :

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Ah! while you may, enjoy your little blisses,

While yet you nothing know: when back you view, Sweet will this knowledge seem, when yet you nothing knew.

"For when to riper times your years arrive,

No more, ah then no more, may you go play you: Launch'd in the deep, far from the wished hive, Change of world's tempests through blind seas will

sway you,

"Till to the long-long'd haven they convey you : Through many a wave this brittle life must pass And cut the churlish seas, shipt in a bark of glass.

"How many ships in quicksands swallow'd been!
What gaping waves, whales, monsters there expect you!
How many rocks, much sooner felt than seen!
Yet let no fear, no outward fright affect you:

He holds the stern, and he will safe direct you,
Who to my sails thus long so gently blew;

That now I touch the shore, before the seas I knew.

"I touch the shore, and see my rest preparing: Oh, blessed God! how infinite a blessing

Is in this thought, that through this troubled faring, Through all the faults this guilty age depressing,

I guiltless past, no helpless man oppressing;

And coming now to thee, lift to the skies

Unbribed hands, cleans'd heart, and never tainted eyes!"

"My dearest Betty, my more loved heart,
I leave thee now-with thee all earthly joying;
Heaven knows with thee alone I sadly part,
All other earthly sweets have had their cloying;

Yet never full of thy sweet love's enjoying:

Thy constant loves, next heav'n, I did refer them, Had not much grace prevail'd, 'fore heav'n I should prefer them.

"I leave them now the trumpet calls away; In vain thine eyes beg for some time's reprieving; Yet in my children here immortal stay;

In one I die, in many ones am living :

In them and for them stay thy too much grieving:
Look but on them, in them thou still wilt see
Marry'd with thee again, thy twice-two Antony.

“And when with little hands they stroke thy face,
As in thy lap they sit, all careless, playing,
And stammering ask a kiss, give them a brace;
The last from me; and then a little staying,
And in their face some part of me surveying,
In them give me a third, and with a tear

Shew thy dear love to him, who lov'd thee ever dear.

"And now our falling house leans all on thee; This little nation to thy care commend them: In thee it lies that hence they want not me ;

Themselves yet cannot, thou the more defend them; And when green age permits, to goodness bend

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A mother were you once, now both you are: Then with this double style double your love and care.

"Turn their unwary steps into the way; What first the vessel drinks it long retaineth; No bars will hold when they have used to stray: And when for me one asks, and weeping plaineth, Point thou to heaven, and say he there remaineth, And if they live in grace, grow, and persever, There shall they live with me-else shall they see me never!

My God! oh, in thy fear here let them live!
Thy wards they are, take them to thy protection:
Thou gav'st them first, now back to thee I give ;
Direct them thou, and help her weak direction;
That re-united by thy strong election
Thou now in them, they then may
And doing here thy will, may there thy glory see.'

live in thee;

After this, we must the more regret that we know no particulars of the private life and domestic history of this interesting poet: the following short Piece is the only one in which he at all alludes to his own "heart's choice." With this, together with part of an epistle to his brother on his choice of a sacred subject, and extracts from two or three addresses to different friends, (among which we learn the name of his " Thomalin") expressive of his love of home and the country, and his attachment to his native Kent, we must close our selections from Dr. Anderson's edition--which, as observed before, however incomplete, and containing many errors, is yet valuable as the only Collection, and