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row, the story of Raleigh, though a thousand times told? If there were no other blots on James's reign, Raleigh's death alone would render it intolerable to every generous and reflecting mind.”
Sir Walter Raleigh is no less distinguished as a literary character than as an experienced navigator and a valorous knight. For extent of knowledge and variety of talent, he was undoubtedly the first man of his age. The work on which his fame chiefly rests is his “ History of the World,” which begins with the Creation, and ends with the downfall of the Macedonian Empire, 168 B. C. Of this work Hume remarks, “it is the best model of that ancient style, which some writers would affect to revive at present;" and Professor Tytler, the Scotch historian, commends it as “ rigorous, purely English, and possessing an antique richness of ornament, similar to what pleases us when we see some ancient priory or stately manor-house, and compare it with our more modern mansions. It is laborious without being heavy, learned with. out being dry. Its narrative is clear and spirited, and the matter collected from the most authentic sources." The following is the concluding portion of this great work, a passage which, in the opinion of Warburton, has never been equalled, except by Milton :
THE FALL OF MIGHTY EMPIRES—THE FOLLY OF AMBITION
THE POWER OF DEATH.
By this which we have already set down is seen the beginning and end of the first three monarchies of the world, whereof the founders and erectors thought that they could never have ended. That of Rome, which made the fourth, was also at this time almost at the highest. We have left it flourishing in the middle of the field, having rooted up or cut down all that kept it from the eyes and admiration of the world ; but after some continuance it shall
begin to lose the beauty it had ; the storms of ambition shall beat - her great boughs and branches one against another, her leaves
shall fall off, her limbs wither, and a rabble of barbarous nations enter the field and cut her down.
Now these great kings and conquering nations have been the subject of those ancient histories which have been preserved, and yet remain among us; and withal of so many tragical poets, as, in the persons of powerful princes and other mighty men, have complained against infidelity, time, destiny, and most of all against the variable success of worldly things, and instability of fortune. To these undertakings the greatest lords of the world have been stirred up, rather by the desire of fame, which plougheth up the air, and soweth in the wind, than by the affection of bearing rule, which draweth after it so much vexation and so many cares. And certainly, as fame hath often been dangerous to the living, so it is to the dead of no use at all, because separate from knowledge. Which were it otherwise, and the extreme :ll bargain of buying this lasting discourse understood by them which are dissolved,
1 Battle of Pydna.
they themselves would then rather have wished to have stolen out of the world without noise, than to be put in mind that they have purchased the report of their actions in the world by rapine, oppression, and cruelty; by giving in sport the innocent and laboring soul to the idle and insolent, and by having emptied the cities of the world of their ancient inhabitants, and filled them again with so many and so variable sorts of sorrows.
If we seek a reason of the succession and continuance of this boundless ambition in mortal men, we may add to that which hath been already said, that the kings and princes of the world have always laid before them the actions, but not the ends of those great ones which preceded them. They are always transported with the glory of the one, but they never mind the misery of the other, till they find the experience in themselves. They neglect the advice of God, while they enjoy life or hope it; but they follow the counsel of death upon his first approach. It is he that pots into man all the wisdom of the world, without speaking a word, which God, with all the words of his law, promises, or threats, doth not infuse. Death, which hateth and destroyeth man, is believed; God, which hath made him and loves him, is always deferred. It was death which opened the conscience of Charles V., made him enjoin his son Philip to restore Navarre ; and King Francis I. of France, to command that justice should be done upon the murderers of the Protestants in Merindol and Cabrieres, which till then he neglected. It is therefore death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself. He tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects, and humbles them at the instant, makes them cry, complain, and repent, yea, even to hate their forepast happiness. He takes the account of the rich and proves him a beggar, a naked beggar, which hath interest in nothing but the gravel that fills his mouth. He holds a glass before the eyes of the most beautiful, and makes them see therein their deformity and rottenness, and they acknowledge it.
O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world, and despised; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it over with these two narrow words-HIC JACET.
Besides his great work, Sir Walter wrote a large number of tracts and trea. tises upon various subjects: such as “Maxims of State, a Compendium of Government:" « The Cabinet Council, containing the Chief Arts of Empire, &c.;" on the “ Invention of Ships, Anchors, Compass, &c.;" “ Journal of a Second Voyage to Guiana;" a " Treatise on Mines and Minerals;” and between thirty and forty others on divers subjects. Such were the literary labors of this extraordinary man; and most truthfully has it been remarked, that as
Ean historian, a navigator, a soldier, and a politician, he ranks with the first characters of his age and country; and his life furnishes the most unequivocal prood thi, amid the disti actions of an active and adventurous life, leisure may always be found for the cultivation of letters."
But Sir Walter Raleigh did not confine himself to prose; he courted the Muses, and he is a votary of whom the Muses cannot but be proud. The poetry he has left is but little : it is sufficient, however, to discover that, had he made it a serious pursuit, he would have equally excelled in that, as he has in other departments of learning. Spenser, who had a high opinion of his poetical abilities, styles him “the Summer's Nightingale."! The following pieces richly merit any encomium :
A DESCRIPTION OF THE COUNTRY'S RECREATIONS.
Quivering fears, heart-tearing Cares,
Fly, fly to courts;
Fly to fond worldlings' sports,
Where mirth's but mummery;
Come serene looks,
Clear as the crystal brooks,
Peace and a secure mind,
You'd scorn proud towers,
And seek them in these bowers,
Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us,
Nor wars are seen,
Unless upon the green
And wounds are never found,
1 * Do I pronounce Raleigh a poet! Not, perhaps, in the judgment of a severe criticism. In his better days he was too much occupied in action to have cultivated all the powers of a poet, which require solitude and perpetual meditation. He possessed not perhaps the copious, vivid, and cres tive powers of Spenser, but still we can perceive in him some traits of attraction and excellence, which perhaps even Spenser wanted. If less diversified than that gifted bard, he would, I think, have been more forcible and sublime. His images would have been gigantic, and his reflections more daring."-Sir Egerton Brydger.
Here are no false entrapping baits,
Unless it be
The fond credulity
Nor envy, unless among
We all pearls scorn,
Save what the dewy morn
And gold ne'er here appears,
May pure contents
For ever pitch their tents
Which we may every year
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD."
If all the world and Love were young,
1 See the invitation of the Shepherd by Marlow, p. 87.
A VISION UPON THE FAERIE QUEENE.' Methought I saw the grave, where Laura? lay,
Within that temple, where the vestal tiame Was wont to burn; and, passing by that way,
To see that buried dust of living fame,
All suddenly I saw the Faerie Queene;
And, from thenceforth, those Graces were not seen; For they this Queen attended; in whose stead
Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse : Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed,
And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce:
THE SOUL'S ERRAND.S Y
Upon a thankless etrand;
The truth shall be thy warrant.
And shines like painted wood ;,
What's good, but does no good,
Tell Potentates, they live
Acting, but oh! their actions
Nor strong, but by their factions.
1 "A higher strain of compliment cannot well be conceived than this, which raises your idea even of that which it disparages in comparison, and makes you feel that nothing could have torn the writer from his idolatrous enthusiasm for Petrarch and his Laura's tomb, but Spenser's magic verse and diviber Faerie Queene-the one lifted above mortality, the other brought from the skies." - Hazlitt.
"I have been always singularly struck and delighted with the tone, imagery, and expression of this extraordinary nnet. The anthor must at this time have been deeply read in works poetical fancy, and highly imbued with their spirit. Milton had deeply studied this sonnet; for in his conpositions of the same class, he has evidently, more than once, the very rhythm and construction, as well as cast of thought, of this noble, though brief composition."--Sir Egerton Brydges. 2 The lady to whom Petrarch addressed so much of his beauuful poetry.
* This poem appeared anonymously in "Davison's Poetical Rhapsody," in 1608, and has been escribed to Sir Walter Raleigh. I have therefore given it a place here with his poems, although there is no certainty about it. Sir Egerton Brydges, always good authority in every question of English Literature, places it at the end of his edition of Raleigh's poems, and says :-"I know no author 80 capable of writing it as Raleigh; but, whoever was the author, it is a poem of uncommon beauty and merit, and glowing with all that moral pathos, which is one of the first charms in the composia dons of genius." It is here printed as in Sir E. Brydges's edition.