And thy doing of deeds hath made thee a name everlasting. Not without sadness thy joy, thy hopes with fear interwoven. § 2. He was buried, as was meet, with kingly worship in the royal city of Winchester, in the Church of St. Peter, Prince of the Apostles,' 'in the New Minster, where, with the just, he awaiteth the garment of immortality and a glorious resurrection," when he shall once again be crowned." O reader, pray thou thus: "Christ, Redeemer, save Thou his soul.” “ § 3. The Book of Hyde' mentions that he was at first buried in Winchester Cathedral, till 'through the folly of the canons,' who fancied that he 'walked,' his son Edward translated his remains to the New Minster, Hyde Abbey, which Alfred had himself founded. There his tomb of most precious porphyry '5 remained an object of veneration till broken up, along with many another royal and saintly sepulchre, by the greed of Henry VIII. § 4. But no tombstone was needed to keep the memory of Alfred green in the hearts of Englishmen. From age to age his name was handed on as the saint and hero that he was, and the echoes of his wisdom were passed from lip to lip, till every wise saying that found acceptance amongst English folk was fathered, whether truly or mistakenly, on him. Thus came into being that wonderful work, 'The Proverbs of Alfred," selections from which will most fittingly conclude our sketch For the Latin see Henry of Huntingdon, § 17. * Florence of Worcester. • Ethelwerd. Roger of Wendover. This poem is found in only two MSS.-one in the library of Trinity College, Cambridge, the other in that of Jesus College, Oxford. It has been published by Kemble, in his Dialogue of Solomon and Saturn,' and by Morris, in his 'Old English Miscellany.' I do not know of any translation; but that which I give here is practically word for word, and absolutely metre for metre. The whole series of the 'Proverbs' runs to several times the length of the extracts here rendered. of his life. The poem in its present form dates from the twelfth or thirteenth century, but it may well be founded on something much older. And the words it puts into Alfred's mouth show, at least, a true insight into his heroic and saintly nature. Thus it runs : Sat there at Seaford Many wise Bishops, Much folk book-learned; Proud were the earls there, Noble the knights. There was Earl Alfric, Wise he in law-lore ; There too was Alfred, England's darling, England's King. Them 'gan he learn, Alfred was of England King, And ware in deed: Sure the wisest man was he Thus quoth Alfred, And eke your soul To Christ may cleave.' Wise were the words Poor and eke rich, That all do fear Our Christ and Lord. Love Him and please Him Who here on earth Doth worship Him.' Thus quoth Alfred, 'Neath Christ is throned, But if of books He wot the lore, How he his land May hold with Law.' 'Earl is and Etheling1 Under the King, The land to lead With lawful deed; Both clerk and knight With even right, Both poor and rich, To judge 'mid each. 1I.., Prince. Thus quoth Alfred : 'Hard is it to row 'Gainst the tide in his flow; So is it to toil 'Gainst the heart's own turmoil. Yet he that in youth So to labour is fain, World's wealth for to gain, That in eld he may rest; And eke 'mid his wealth Thus quoth Alfred : 'If thou silver and gold Hast to wield from of old, : Thus quoth Alfred : And no more canst lead thee And of all thine own life, And the light of the day, And of all the mirth Thus quoth Alfred : In tracks of truth. My son, I do feel That paleth my face, That fadeth my hue, That faileth my heart. |