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Wake, O earth! wake every thing,
Wake and hear the joy I bring;
Wake and joy for all this night,
Heaven and every twinkling light;

All amazing

Still stand gazing :
Angels, powers, and all that be,
Wake and joy this sun to see.

Hail, O Sun! O blessed Light,
Sent into the world by night,
Let thy rays and heavenly powers
Shine in this dark soul of ours,

For most surely

Thou art truly
God and man, we do confess:
Hail, O Sun of Righteousness !


(ABOUT 1576--ABOUT 1650.) HENRY PEACHAM was born at North Mims, near St. Alban's; and was the son of the Reverend Henry Peacham, of Leverton, near Boston, Lincolnshire, who probably wrote the “ Garden of Eloquence," a work which is sometimes, with a very confusing effect upon chronology, attributed to his son. Peacham received his elementary education at the place of his birth; and was afterwards of Trinity College, Cambridge, of which university, according to his own account, he was a master of arts. He acquired a considerable knowledge of the theory and practice of music, and was also of some note as an amateur painter and engraver. His literary activity was extended over a long period of time, and his productions were extremely varied. It is known from his works that he travelled in the Netherlands; and that he was for some time Master of the Grammar School at Wymondham, near Norwich. He is best known by his “ Complete Gen. tleman,” a quarto volume, first published in 1622, and which in nine years went through five editions. It is an encyclopædia of the learning and accomplishments necessary to the cultivated and well-bred man.

In 1612 he published “Minerva Britanna; or a Garden of Heroical Devices furnished and adorned with Emblems and Impresas of Sundry Natures, newly Devised, Moralized, and Published.” It is difficult to say whether, in these Emblems, the poetry or the art was subservient.

This work, from which the following extracts are taken, was dedicated to Prince Henry; for whose benefit Peacham also translated the “Basilicon Doron" of King James into Latin verse. Peacham's life seems to have been longer than his art of sustaining himself in competency, if it be true that he was "reduced to poverty in his age, and wrote penny pamphlets.”

There sits Repentance, solitary, sad,
Herself beholding in a fountain clear,
As grieving for the life that she hath lad ;
One hand a fish, the other birch doth bear,

Wherewith her body she doth oft chastise,

Or fasts, to curb her fleshly enemies.
Her solemn cheer, and gazing in the fount,
Denote her anguish and her grief of soul,
As often as her life she doth recount
Which conscience doth with hourly care enrol.

The willow green, she most delights to wear,
Tells how her hope shall overcome despair.

The mountains huge, that seem to check the sky,
And all the world with greatness overpeer,
With heath or moss for most part barren lie;
The valleys low doth kindly Phæbus cheer,

And with his heat in hedge and grove begets

The virgin primrose, or sweet violets.
So God oft-times denies unto the great
The gifts of nature, or his heavenly grace,
And those that high in honour's chair are set
Do feel their wants; when men of meaner place

Although they lack the others' golden spring
Perhaps are blest above the richest king.


(1580-1640.) WILLIAM ALEXANDER, an eminent nobleman, statesman, and poet of the reigns of James I. and Charles I., was born in 1580. His family possessed the small estate of Menstrie, near Stirling; and he rose by the favour of the above-named princes from the rank of a small landed proprietor to the dignity of an earldom. About the time of James's accession to the English throne, Alexander repaired to London, where, in 1604, he published a century of sonnets, under the title of “ Aurora, containing the First Fancies of the Author's Youth.” Royal favour promoted him in 1614 to the honour of knighthood, and to the office of Master of Requests. In 1621, the king gave him a grant of the province of Nova Scotia, his magnificent scheme for colonizing which dependency degenerated at


last into a mere means of raising money by the sale of titles. Sir William Alexander was made Secretary of State for Scotland in 1626; in 1630, he was raised to the peerage with the title of Viscount Stirling; and in 1633, at the coronation of Charles I. in Holyrood Chapel, he was promoted to the rank of an Earl under the same title. In 1637, the Earl of Stirling published a complete edition of his poetical works, under the general title of “Recreations with the Muses." This collection contained his four “Monarchick Tragedies,” founded upon the histories respectively of Darius, Alexander, Crosus, and Cæsar; “Parænesis to Prince Henry;" “ Jonathan, an Heroick Poem, intended, the first book;" together with his largest and perhaps his most meritorious production of “Doomsday, or the Great Day of Judgment,” which first had appeared at Edinburgh in 1614, and from which the following stanzas are extracted. It is to the Earl of Stirling that we are also indebted for the greater part of the Psalter known by the name of King James's. He died in 1640. His muse is vigorous; and, for his time, not inelegant; and his works are always less or more penetrated with a spirit of pious solemnity.

GOD VISIBLE IN HIS WORKS. The stately heavens, which glory doth array, Are mirrors of God's admirable might; There, whence forth spreads the night, forth springs the

day, He fixed the fountains of this temporal light, Where stately stars enstalled, some stand, some stray, All sparks of his great power (though small yet bright), By what none utter can, no, not conceive, All of his greatness, shadows may perceive. What glorious lights through crystal lanterns glance, (As always burning with their Maker's love); Spheres keep one music, they one measure dance Like influence below, one course above;

And all by order led, not drawn by chance,
With majesty (as still in triumph) move,
And (liberal of their store) seem shouting thus:
“ Look

up, all souls, and gaze on God through us.”
This ponderous mass (though oft deformed) still fair,
Great in our sight, but than a star more small,
Is balanced, as a mote, amidst the air;
None knows what way, yet to no side doth fall,
And yearly springs, grows ripe, fades, falls, rich, bare;
Men's mother first, still mistress, yet their thrall,
It centres heavens, heavens compass it; both be
Books where God's power the ignorant may see.
What ebbs, flows, swells, and sinks, who firm doth keep?
Whilst floods from th' earth burst in abundance out,
As she her brood did wash, or for them weep:
Who, having life, what dead things prove, dare doubt
Who first did found the dungeons of the deep?
But one in all, o'er all, above, about;
The floods, for our delight, first calm were set,
But storm and roar, since men did God forget.
Who parts the swelling spouts that sift the rain ?
Who reins the winds, the waters doth empale?
Who frowns in storms, then smiles in calms again,
And doth dispense the treasures of the hail ?
Whose bow doth bended in the clouds remain ?
Whose darts, dread thunderbolts, make men look pale?
Even thus these things to show his power aspire,
As shadows do the sun, as smoke doth fire.
God visibly invisible who reigns,
Soul of all souls, whose light each light directs,
All first did freely make, and still maintains;
The greatest rules, the meanest not neglects;
Foreknows the end of all that He ordains;
His will each cause, each cause breeds fit effects;
Who did make all, all thus could only lead,
None could make all, but Who was never made!

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