TO CASTARA, In praise of Content, and the calm Happiness of the Country at Hindlip. Do not their profane orgies hear Who but to wealth no altars rear: Castara, rather seek to dwell Yet Hindlip doth not want extent No north wind shall the corn infest, Our scent with perfumed banquets feast. A Satyr here and there shall trip, The Nymphs with quivers shall adorn Waken'd with which, and viewing thee, So they whose wisdom did discuss THE VANITY OF AVARICE. Hark! how the traitor wind doth court To make their avarice his sport: A tempest checks the fond disdain; We'll sit, my love, upon the shore, And charm the sea to th' calm it had before. Few names in our language have united in a greater degree the character of an instructive prose writer and a vigorous poet, than Joseph Hall. He was born at Briston Park, in Leicestershire, in 1574, and after taking his degree at Cambridge, he rose through various church preferments to be Bishop of Exeter, and subsequently, in 1641, to be Bishop of Norwich. In the same year he joined with the twelve prelates in the protestation of all laws made during their forced absence from Parliament. In consequence of this, he, with the rest, was sent to the Tower, and was released only on giving £500U bail. Two years after, he was among the number marked out for sequestration. After suffering extreme hardships, he was allowed to retire on a small pittance, to Higham, near Norwich, where he continued, in comparative obscurity, but with indefatigable zeal and intrepidity, to exercise the duties of a pastor, till he closed his days, in the year 1656, at the venerable age of eighty-two. As a poet, Bishop Hall is known by his "Bookes of byting Satyres." These were published at the early age of twenty-three. They are marked, says Warton,1 with a classical precision to which English poetry had yet rarely attained. They are replete with animation of style and sentiment. The characters are delineated in strong and lively coloring, and their discrimina tions are touched with the masterly traces of genuine humor. His chief fault is obscurity, arising from a remote phraseology, constrained combinations, un familiar allusions, and abruptness of expression. But it must be borne in mind that he was the first English satirist. Pope, on presenting Mr. West with a copy of his poetical works, observed that he esteemed them the bes! poetry and the truest satire in the language. THE ANXIOUS CLIENT AND RAPACIOUS LAWYER. The crouching client, with low-bended knee, 1 A masterly analysis of these satires may be found in Warton's "History of English Poetry." vol. iv., sections 62, 63, and 64. Tells on his tale as smoothly as him list; "Doubt not the suit, the law is plain for thee." THE DOMESTIC TUTOR. .3 A gentle squire would gladly entertain Ever presume to sit above the salt.6 Third, that he never change his trencher twice. How many jerks she would his back should line. To give five marks and winter livery. Yet even. THE RUSTIC WISHING TO TURN SOLDIER. The sturdy ploughman doth the soldier see And his dim eyes see nought but dread and drear. 2 Pull them out of his purse. *Or, a table-chaplain. In the same sense we have "trencher-knight" in "Love's Labor Lost.” We still too often see, as did Hall, the depressed state of modest, but true genius; we still see "the learned pate duck to the golden fool;" we still see "pastors and teachers" court and flatter men who have little else than their money to recommend them. 4 Pronounced as in four syllables, con-di-ti-ons. 5 This indulgence allowed to the pupil is the reverse of a more ancient rule at Oxford, by which the scholars are ordered "to sleep respectively under the beds of the Fellows, in a truckle bed, (Trookyll Leddys, vulgariter nuncupati,) or small bed shifted about upon wheels." 6 In Hall's day the table was divided into the upper and lower messes, by a huge salt-cellar, and the rank and consequence of the visitors were marked by the situation of their seats above or below the salt-cellar. 7 Lashes. & A kind of forester's green cloth, so called from Kendal, Westmoreland county, which was famous for its manufacture 9 "A kind of rustic high shoes or half boots. 10 That is, to them who have never seen the time when, &c. THE FASHIONABLE BUT FAMISHED BEAU. 1 Seest thou how gayly my young master goes, So little in his purse, so much upon his back? His hair, French-like, stares on his frighted head, As if he meant to wear a native cord, If chance his fates should him that bane afford. Whose thousand double turnings never met: As a prose writer, Hall was known in his day as a most able champion in controversial theology, being one of the antagonists of Milton, and writing w th great learning, as well as with a most excellent spirit, in favor of the e tablished church. But his numerous tracts on this subject are now but litle read. Not so, however, with his "Contemplations on the principal Passages of the Holy Story," and his "Occasional Meditations." These are replete with fine thoughts, excellent morality, and sterling piety. He has been styled the Christian Seneca, from his sententious manner of writing, and from the peculiar resemblance of his "Meditations" to "Seneca's Morals."3 1 A proverbial phrase for going without a dinner, arising from the circumstance of St. Paul's, where Duke Humphrey's tomb was supposed to stand, being the common resort of loungers who had not dined. 2 Long or low. 3 "Poetry was the occupation merely of his youth, the vigor and decline of his days being employed in the composition of professional works, calculated, by their piety, eloquence, and originality. to promote, in the most powerful manner, the best interests of morality and religion.”—Drake. UPON OCCASION OF A RED-BREAST COMING INTO HIS CHAMBER. Pretty bird, how cheerfully dost thou sit and sing, and yet knowest not where thou art, nor where thou shalt make thy next meal; and at night must shrowd thyself in a bush for lodging! What a shame is it for me, that see before me so liberal provisions of my God, and find myself sit warm under my own roof, yet am ready to droop under a distrustful and unthankful dulness. Had I so little certainty of my harbor and purveyance, how heartless should I be, how careful; how little list should I have to make music to thee or myself. Surely thou comest not hither without a Providence. God sent thee not so much to delight, as to shame me, but all in a conviction of my sullen unbelief, who, under more apparent means, am less cheerful and confident; reason and faith have not done so much in me, as in thee mere instinct of nature; want of foresight makes thee more merry, if not more happy here, than the foresight of better things maketh me. O God, thy providence is not impaired by those powers thou hast given me above these brute things; let not my greater helps hinder me from a holy security, and comfortable reliance on thee. UPON HEARING MUSIC BY NIGHT. In How sweetly doth this music sound in this dead season! the day-time it would not, it could not so much affect the ear. All harmonious sounds are advanced by a silent darkness; thus it is with the glad tidings of salvation: the gospel never sounds so sweet as in the night of preservation, or of our own private affliction: it is ever the same, the difference is in our disposition to receive it. O God, whose praise it is to give songs in the night, make my prosperity conscionable, and my crosses cheerful. UPON THE SIGHT OF A GREAT LIBRARY. What a world of wit is here packed up together! I know not whether this sight doth more dismay or comfort me; it dismays me to think that here is so much that I cannot know; it comforts me to think that this variety yields so good helps to know what I should. There is no truer word than that of Solomon-there is no end of making many books; this sight verifies it; there is no end; indeed, it were pity there should: God hath given to man a busy soul; the agitation whereof cannot but, through time and experience, work out many hidden truths: to suppress these would be no other than injurious to mankind; whose minds, like unto so many candles, should be kindled by each other: the thoughts of our deliberation are most accurate; these we vent into our papers. What a happiness is it, that, without all offence of |