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When the Biography of Sacred Poets was first sug. gested to me, my memory reverted with delight to some of the least known of our elder Bards, who adorned the reigns of James and Charles the First, I recollected that while every other species of our poetr;' had been illustrated by many able and industrious scholars, the fountains of Holy Song were seldom visited. Warton, in his excellent, though imperfect, history, touches very briefly on the subject; and the subsequent publications of Ellis, Southey, and Campbell, embrace too extensive a period to afford more than a passing glance at the writers of religious verse. The most valuable contribu. tion to this department of our literature, with which I happen to be acquainted, is a little volume of Sacred Specimens, by the Rev. J. Mitford, containing several rare and interesting poems, but unaccompanied by any notices of the writers. This omission is to be regretted, since the Editor's taste and learning seem to have peculiarly fitted him for the task.
My own position was felt to be one of considerable difficulty. An unexplored region lay before me, abounding in treasure sufficient to realize the most enthusiastic expectations, and compensate for the most persevering toil. But it was necessary to bear in mind, that a history of English Sacred Poetry was not meditated, and that a rapid view of some of its principal culti
vators, in addition to the more extended memoirs, was all that could be offered. This object appeared likely to be attained by the interspersion of occasional biographical and critical sketches, together with specimens. In the collection of these, some patience was required; the pearls were to be found before they could be strung; the abundance of materials, however, constituted the chief impediment. In the introduction, the amplitude of the theme became particularly ap-, parent. Names kept thronging into my remembrance, which I had not the space to record, and which yet advanced important claims to attention.
Among these may be specified Nicholas Breton, whose poetry interests us in his fate, but the mystery of whose life cannot be removed. Sir E. Brydges inclines to the belief that that be may have been a collateral branch of the family who enjoyed the manor of Norton, in Northamptonshire. He was certainly known to Ben Jonson, whose encomiastic verses on the “Melancholike Humours," seem to intimate that the poet's sufferings were not feigned. His “Extreme Passion" must have been the genuine outpouring of unmitigated wretchedness:-
Where all day long in helpless cares,
All hopeless of relief,
T'he objects of my grief.
In such a waking vein,
That it were day aguin.
My sun is turnid into a shade,
Or else mine eyes are blind,
That comes into my mind;
My comforts are so cold,
To be decrepit, old,
My fortunes are forlorn,
Unto myself a scorn.
A revival of Wither's poetry may not be unproduc-
In every thing he wrote can be traced the work. ings of an amiable and virtuous spirit. His satirical effusions are usually recommended by their freedom from personalities. Whoever expects, it has been well said, to be gratified with the peculiarities which pleased him in the satires of Dryden and Pope, will be disappointed. By Wither, vice and luxury are attacked in general, not in the abstract; as they prevail over the masses of society, not in individuals. No unhappy subject is tortured by beartless experiments in moral anatomy,-a liar, a drunkard, a scoffer, is “stript and whipt*."
In his more serious poems, we find a cheerfulness and serenity, denoting a mind at peace with itself, and which gave to his prison-lays a sweetness irre. sistibly touching. His Muse does not demand our admiration by the splendour of her charms, but rather wins our love by the simplicity, the modesty, and the grace of her demeangur. We feel in her presence, as with a beloved friend, whose eyes always strike
A bliss upon the day.
Her true beauty leaves behind
And too strong to be suppress'd. Wither's existence did not glide away in idleness or meditation. He was a soldier, a magistrate, an un.
wearied politician; at one time courted by the Royalists, at another by the Republicans, he was an active agent in those momentous changes which agitated the nation in the reign of Charles the First. It is singular that no attempt should have been hitherto made to combine the incidents of so varied a life. Several years ago, a selection from his Juvenilia, with a prefatory memoir, was announced by Mr. Gutch, of Bristol, but whether the publication was completed I have been unable to ascertain. The following account is the result of a careful examination of the poet's compositions, as well as of many of his contemporaries. No available source of information has been left uninvestigated, and much light has been thrown upon the events of his life by the researches of Sir E. Brydges and Mr. Park, whose Catalogue Raisonnée of the works of Wither, I have frequently consulted with advantage.
I have also to acknowledge the kind assistance of the Rev. Alexander Dyse, and J. P. Collier, Esq., to the former of whom I am indebted for the loan of the Fides Anglicana, and the Translation of Nemesius; and to the latter, for the poems written by Wither during his confinement in Newgate, as well as for some extracts concerning him, from the Registers of the Privy Council, which are printed in the Supplement.
The memoir of Quarles is, I am aware, brief and imperfect; but it probably contains all that can 110w be related of him, and certainly more than has been told before. The reaction of public feeling is less strikingly shown in Wither than in Quarles. Many a Settle has carried away the reward belonging to a