Thy nostrils to that myrrh which they did send, 4 If Ben Jonson, as we are told by Drummond, "cursed Petrarch for redacting verses into sonnets," which he compared to that "tyrant's bed where some who were too short, were racked, others, too long, cut short," the sonnets of Barnes could not have escaped his censure. They are written with an almost constant adherence to the returning rima of the Italian sonetto, but Barnes frequently continues the sense beyond the termination of the line-a practice considered by Warton deserving of commendation. When Dr. Bliss published his edition of Anthony Wood's Athena Oxonienses, the following address to Content was the only poem by Barnes with which he was acquainted, but it certainly justified his desire to know more. Ah! sweet Content, where is thy mild abode ? Is it with shepherds and light-hearted swains, In heaven with angels which the praises sing * Worthy. + The word in the original is sending, but it seemed to me an error of the press. C Ah! sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold? Which praise the Gods with prayers manifold, Whether thou dost in heaven or earth appeare, Be where thou wilt, thou wilt not harbour here. The last couplet is sweetly pathetic. I cannot refrain from adding one more sonnet; to all, save the antiquarian in poetical literature, Barnes will be a new poet. Unto my spirit lend an angel's wing, By which it might mount to that place of rest, In spotless white an angel's robe to wear. A passing notice may be given of HENRY CONSTABLE, another poet belonging to this period, and as little known as the preceding. His Spiritual Sonnets to the Honour of his God and his Saints, were first printed in the Heliconia, from a MS. in the Harleian collection. Of Constable himself little is known. Sir John Harrington calls him 66 a well-learned gentleman, and noted sonnet-writer." Malone thinks he was of St. John's College, Cambridge, and took his degree of B.A. in 1579; and Dr. Birch supposes him to have been a zealous Roman Catholic, and compelled, by his religious tenets, to reside abroad during a considerable portion of the reign of Elizabeth. This opinion is countenanced by the general tone of his poems, and by several letters addressed, during his absence, to his friends in England. He was a favourite of Ben Jonson, who speaks of "Constable's ambrosiack music." I have only room for one Sonnet *. TO SAINT MARY MAGDALEN. Such as retired from sight of men like thee, When in my body she laments my sin, Which He inspired my blessed heart with all, The wing'd Affection, which men Cupid call, Constable occasionally indulges in allusions more applicable to his "vainer hours," than these specimens of his "calmer thought." The concluding couplet of this sonnet affords an instance of this ill-taste. Among the Harleian MSS., 6930, is a version of selected Psalms by Francis and Christopher Davison, W. Bagnall, Richard Gipps, and J. Bryant. The MS. 'Noble Henry Constable was a great master in English tongue, nor had any gentleman of our nation a more pure, quick, or higher delivery of conceit."-Bolton's Hypercritica. Unfortunately, the sonnet instanced by the worthy critic in support of his good opinion, is almost the worst ever written by the author. + Mr. Todd mentions another MS. of this version in the Bridgewater Library, now in the possession of the Marquess of Stafford. extends to 113 pages, and is very beautifully transcribed. Francis Davison, who is the principal contributor, has prefixed an Introduction to the translation. Specimens of these Psalms have been annexed, by Sir Egerton Brydges, to his reprint of the Poetical Rhapsody. Francis Davison, well known as the editor of the Poetical Rhapsody, was the son of William Davison, the unfortunate Secretary of Queen Elizabeth; a man whose probity and excellence appear to have been unquestioned, even by his enemies, and who may be considered the victim of the deceit of Elizabeth, and the pusillanimous treachery of her ministers. In 1593, Francis became a member of Gray's Inn, and before he completed his twentieth year, he wrote the speeches of the Gray's Inn Masque, printed in Nichols's Progresses of Queen Elizabeth. In 1595 he was on the Continent, and, on his return, appears to have relinquished his former pursuits, and devoted himself to poetry. Mr. John Chamberlain, writing to Sir Dudley Carleton, on the 8th of July, 1602, alludes to the circumstance."It seems young Davison means to take another course, and turn poet; for he has lately sent out certain sonnets and epigrams*." The first edition of the Poetical Rhapsody was published in 1602. The fall of his father from his rank and dignities, and his subsequent imprisonment and poverty, must have blighted the prospects of the young poet. After 1619 nothing has been discovered respecting him; and it has been supposed that he shared what has been called, with melancholy truth, the common lot of genius-" an obscure life, and an early gravet." It was, perhaps, during hours of sorrow *Birch's MSS., Brit. Mus. 4173, p. 125. Autographs of Royal, Noble, and Remarkable Persons, by J. G. Nichols; fol. 1829. and penury, that these beautiful versions of the Psalms were composed; and I coincide with Sir Egerton Brydges in the opinion that they elevate the poet to a more distinguished place than his lighter compositions, written, he tells us, in his younger days, "at idle times," as he journeyed" up and down" in his travels. The following Paraphrase of the twenty-third Psalm will show that Davison could touch the harp of Sion with a grace and skill not unworthy the "sweet finger" of the Royal Minstrel. This Psalm has also been translated by Crashaw, with a richness and felicity of diction peculiarly his own. I shall speak of it more fully in the life of that poet. God, who the universe doth hold In his fold, Is my shepherd kind and heedful, Still supplied with all things needful. He feeds me in fields which been*, Mottled with Spring's flowery painting, To refresh my spirits fainting. When my soul from heaven's way With earth's vanities seduced, For his namesake, kindly He, To his holy fold reduced. Yea, though I stray through Death's vale, * So in the original MS. + Reduced, led back. |