Again,

But yesterday, the misty morn was spread
In dreariness o'er the bleak mountain's head.
No glittering prospect from the upland smil'd,
The driving squall came dark, the sea heav'd wild,
And lost and lonely the wayfarer sigh'd,
Wet with the hoar spray of the floating tide.
How chang'd is now the circling scene-the deep
Stirs not the glancing roofs and white towers peep
Along the margin of the lucid bay;

The sails-descried far in the offing grey-
Stay motionless; and the pale headland's height
Is touch'd as with sweet gleams of fairy light.

Lift up the hollow trump that on the ground
Is cast-and let it, rolling its long sound,
Speak to the surge below, that we may gain
Tidings from those who traverse the wide main;
Or tread we now some spot of wizard land,
And mark the sable trump-that may command
The brazen doors to fly-and with loud call
Scare the grim giant in his murky hall.
Hail, solitary castle! that dost crown
This desert summit, and supreme look down,

On the long lessening landscape stretched below,
Fearless to trace thy inmost haunts we go.
We climb the steps-no warning signs are sent,
No fiery shapes flash on the battlement.
We enter the long chambers without fear
Are travers'd-no strange echoes meet the ear;
No time-worn tapestry spontaneous shakes,
No spell-bound maiden from her trance awakes.
But Taste's fair hand arrays the peaceful dome-
And hither the domestic virtues come;

Pleas'd-while to this secluded scene they bear,
Sweets that oft wither in a world of care.

Sometimes this variety is effected by an unusual accentuation, as employed in the following lines:

The stealing morn goes out-here let us end,
Fitliest our song, and to the shore descend.
Yet once more, azure ocean, and once more,
Ye lighted headlands and thou stretchy shore;
Down on the beauties of your scenes we cast
A tender look, the longest and the last.
Amid the arch of heaven, extended, clear,
Scarce the thin frecks of feathery clouds appear;
Beyond the long curve of the lessening bay,
The still Atlantic stretches its bright way.
The tall ship moves not on the tranquil brine,
Around the solemn promontory's shrine.
No sound approaches, save, at times, the cry
Of the grey gull, that scarce is heard so high;
The billows make no noise-and on the breast
Of charmed Ocean, Silence sinks to rest.

In the verses to Mr. Howard we meet the following, of a similar struc

ture:

From realm to realm the hideous War Fiend hies,

Wide o'er the wasted earth-before him flies

Affright, on pinions fleeter than the wind;

And Death and Desolation fast behind,
The havoc of his echoing march pursue-

Meantime, his steps are bath'd in the warm dew

Of bloodshed and of tears:-but his dread name
Shall perish-the loud clarion of his fame
One day shall cease, and wrapt in hideous gloom
Forgetfulness sit on his shapeless tomb.

Other examples might be taken from the "Sorrows of Switzerland," by the same author; as,

And,

And,

Start from the feeble dream-the woodland shed
Flames-and the tenants of the vale are dead.

Sudden the scene is chang'd-the hurricane
Is up among the mountains-wind and rain
Drive-and strange darkness closes on the vale,
The high rocks to the lightning glimmer pale.

Dark forests their lone empire-the tall rocks
Their shelter-and their wealth the wand'ring flocks.

We shall close our extracts with the following beautiful lines:-
When the slow convent's bell sounds from afar,
And the dim lake reflects the evening star.
List'ning to every farewell sound, that fills
The cottag'd glens, beneath the pendant hills;
When shall again the wrapt enthusiast rove,
And deck the visionary bowers of love?
Hush'd be the Doric strain-that in the shade
Of his own pines, the pensive Gesner play'd.
Which oft the homeward plodding woodman near
Paus'd-with his grey beard on his staff-to hear,
Whilst his brave dog, whose opening lips disclose,
Just peeping forth, his white teeth's even rows,
Lifting his long ears with sagacious head,
And fix'd his full eye on the trilling reed.
High on the broad Alps solitary van,
When not a sound is heard of busy man,
When shall again a silent Haller lie,

And muse his theme coeval with the sky?

This is all that we have at present to say on the subject discussed by Dr. Johnson and Adam Smith. We would much rather have heard it argued by Mr. Coleridge and Mr. Wordsworth. At parting, we refer our readers to a system of versification, formed with much taste, and presenting great beauty, in Mr. Rogers's Human Life, and Voyage of Columbus; and we conclude with a few words from Mr. W. S. Landor, which gives the truth, as concisely as correctly:" I have chosen blank verse, because there never was a poem in rhyme that grew not tedious in a thousand lines."-Dictum est.

MEMOIR OF SIR THOMAS LUNSFORD, BARONET. MR. URBAN, Norwood, March 1. A SHORT time since, I contributed to your pages a memoir of Sir Arthur Aston; which I followed up with that of Sir Edmund Verney+; I now send you some account of another memorable Cavalier, whom the stormy politics of the times elevated into very considerable notoriety.

*See vol. 1. pp. 144, 234. + See vol. 11. p. 31.

SIR THOMAS LUNSFORD is characterised by Lord Clarendon as "a man who, though of an ancient family in Sussex, was of a very small and decayed fortune, and of no good education." He was the eldest son of Thos. Lunsford of Wilegh in East Hotherley, Sussex, Esq.; who was the son and heir of Sir John Lunsford, Knt. of a very ancient and honourable family, long seated at Wilegh, but of prior residence at Battle in the same county, where the

early progenitor of the family, Ingelram de Lundesford, is said to have resided in the reign of Edward the Confessor.* His mother was Katharine, daughter of Sir Thomas Fludd, Knt. of Mylgate, Kent, Treasurer of War to Queen Elizabeth, and sister to the celebrated Dr. Robert Fludd, of Rosicrucian notoriety. His brothers, the Colonels Henry and Sir Herbert Lunsford, shall be noticed hereafter.

In early life, our hero subjected himself to the censure of the Star Chamber, and an imprisonment, in consequence of a riotous misdemean our, the nature of which will be seen presently. Effecting his escape from this durance, he fled the kingdom; and, under the interdiction of outlawry, entered the service of France, where his courage and military talents procured him the reputation of a good soldier, and the Colonelcy of a regiment of foot.

To his country he returned, previous to, or in, the year 1640; when he held a command in the English army, then assembled to oppose the Scots at Newcastle. marching through Warwick, on his Whilst way to the royal camp, a mutiny broke out among his regiment, which, being followed by others, called forth the serious attention of the King.

At the rout of Newburn (28 August, 1640,) he was present, and in "the greater sconce," where he commanded, he twice succeeded in persuading his men to remain, after a breach had been effected in its walls; and, on a retreat being sounded, drew off the foot and cannon from the field.

On the 11th of the following December, we find him praying the Commons that he might wait on the Lord General for his leave to stay in town, as his attendance there was required both by the two Houses and by business of

his own.

In a year from this time, the name of Lunsford was heard in every town and in every village of England. On the 23d December, 1641, King Charles, having displaced Sir William Balfour

*The pedigree, with illustrative charters, will be shortly printed in the fourth volume of the Collectanea Topographica et Genealogica; from several MSS. in the British Museum. The mansion-house at Wilegh is still standing, but in the pos. session of a farmer.

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from his post of Lieutenant of the Tower, appointed our hero his succesterwards supposed, of the Lord Digby; sor; at the sole instigation, it was afhe was sworn in office before the Lord Privy Seal and the Earl of Dorset.

ford-a stranger to his Majesty, and The appointment of a man like Lunsknown only to the public in an unfavourable light—to a trust so responsievident symptoms of disgust, more esble, could not be received but with pecially as no objection could be adtherefore, on the day of his nominavanced against his predecessor; and tion, we find the Common Council the House of Commons to seek the and other of the citizens petitioning co-operation of the Lords, and forward injudicious selection of a successor to a remonstrance to his Majesty on his Sir William Balfour; stating Colonel Lunsford to be an outlaw, a man most notorious for outrages, and fit, therefore, for any dangerous attempt.

(p. 3, v. 1. 4459) the Commons, whose
This petition (given in Rushworth,
feelings entirely coincided with the
of whom they sought and obtained a
City, immediately laid before the Lords,
conference, with the following addi-
drawal annexed :—
tional reasons for the Colonel's with-

decayed and desperate fortune, and so
1. That Colonel Lunsford is a man of
sign.
may be tempted to undertake any ill de-

2. That the said Colonel Lunsford is a
man of desperate condition, he having
ber, for lying in wait and besetting Sir
been formerly censured in the Star Cham-
Thomas Pelham, Knt.† as he came in his
coach upon a Sunday from church, and
did discharge two pistols into the church;
also, being challenged into the field by
one Captain Buller, upon some injury of-
him, but sent him word he would cut his
fered to him by the said Colonel Luns-
ford, Colonel Lunsford refused to answer

throat, and would meet him with a pistol,
and put out his other eye.

Lunsford is not right in principles of reli-
3. That they understand that Colonel
gion; for they understand that when he
was a commander in the North, in the
though he was desired.
King's army, he did not go to church,

ter debating the subject, refused to
In this Remonstrance the Lords, af-

+ The Pelhams had a house called Hal-
land, of East Hotherley.