The duke generally resided, with his royal consort, at his noble mansion of Westhorp Hall, in this county. The cloister, the chapel, with its painted windows, and the original furniture, were kept up till about half a century ago, when it was entirely pulled down, and the furniture and materials dispersed.

EIGHTH Henry ruling in this land,
He had a sister fair,

That was the widow'd Queen of France,
Enrich'd with virtues rare:

And being come to England's court,
She oft beheld a knight,

Charles Brandon nam'd, in whose fair eyes,
She chiefly took delight.

And noting in her princely mind,

His gallant sweet behaviour,
She daily drew him by degrees,

Still more and more in favour:
Which he perceiving, courteous knight,
Found fitting time and place,
And thus in amorous sort began,
His love-suit to her grace:

I am at love, fair queen, said he,
Sweet let your love incline,

That by your grace

Charles Brandon may

On earth be made divine:

If worthless I might worthy be

To have so good a lot,

To please your highness in true love

My fancy doubteth not.

Or if that gentry might convey
So great a grace to me,
I can maintain the same by birth,
Being come of good degree.
If wealth you think be all my want,
Your highness hath great store,
And my supplement shall be love ;
What can you wish for more?

It hath been known when hearty love
Did tie the true-love knot,
Though now if gold and silver want,
The marriage proveth not.

The goodly queen hereat did blush,
But made a dumb reply;
Which he imagin'd what she meant,
And kiss'd her reverently.

Brandon (quoth she) I greater am,
Than would I were for thee,
But can as little master love,
As them of low degree.
My father was a king, and so

A king my husband was,
My brother is the like, and he
Will say I do transgress.

But let him say what pleaseth him,
His liking I'll forego,

And chuse a love to please myself,
Though all the world say no:
If plowmen make their marriages,
As best contents their mind,
Why should not princes of estate
The like contentment find?

But tell me, Brandon, am I not
More forward than beseems?
Yet blame me not for love, I love
Where best my fancy deems.
And long may live (quoth he) to love,
Nor longer live may I

Than when I love your royal grace,
And then disgraced die.

But if I do deserve your love,
My mind desires dispatch,
For many are the eyes in court,
That on your beauty watch:
But am not I, sweet lady, now
More forward than behoves ?
Yet for my heart, forgive my tongue,
That speaks for him that loves.

The queen and this brave gentleman Together both did wed,

And after sought the king's good-will,
And of their wishes sped:

For Brandon soon was made a duke,
And graced so in court,

Then who but he did flaunt it forth
Amongst the noblest sort?

And so from princely Brandon's line,

And Mary's did proceed

The noble race of Suffolk's house,

As after did succeed:

From whose high blood the lady Jane,

Lord Guilford Dudley's wife,

Came by descent, who, with her lord, In London lost her life.

CAPTAIN DEATH:

WRITTEN BY ONE OF THE SURVIVING CREW.

History, perhaps, cannot afford a more remarkable instance of desperate courage than that, which was exerted on December 23rd, 1757, by the officers and crew of an English privateer, called the Terrible, equipped with 26 guns, and manned with 200 men, under the command of Capt. William Death. On the 22nd he engaged and made prize of a large French ship from St. Domingo, after an obstinate battle, in which he lost his own brother, and sixteen seamen. Having secured his prize with forty men, he afterwards fell in with the Vengeance, a privateer of St. Maloes, carrying 36 large cannon, with a complement of 360 men, which attacked and recaptured his prize. Both ships then bore down upon the Terrible, whose main-mast was shot away by the first broadside. Notwithstanding this disaster, the Terrible maintained such a furious engagement against both, as can hardly be paralleled in the British annals. The French commander and his second were killed, with two-thirds of his complement ; but the gallant Capt. Death, with the greater part of his officers, and almost his whole crew, having shared the same fate, his ship was boarded by the enemy, who found no more than 26 persons alive, 16 of whom were mutilated by the loss of leg or arm, and the other ten grievously wounded. The ship itself was so shattered, that it could scarcely be kept above water; and the whole exhibited a most dreadful scene of carnage, horror, and desolation. The victor itself lay like a wreck; and in this condition made shift, with great difficulty, to tow the Terrible into St. Maloes, where she was not beheld without terror and astonishment. This adventure was no sooner known in England, than a liberal subscription was raised for the support of Death's widow, and the surviving crew.

The strange combination, mentioned by some writers, of one of the Terrible's Lieutenants being named Devil, the Surgeon Ghost, and of her having been fitted out at Execution-Dock, seem entirely destitute of foundation.

The gallant Capt. Death was a native of this county, and his widow and daughters resided, after his death, at Mistley in Essex.

THE muse and the hero together are fir'd,
The same noble views have their bosoms inspir'd;
As freedom they love, and for glory contend,
The muse o'er the hero still mourns as a friend:

And here let the muse her poor tribute bequeath
To one British hero,'tis brave captain Death!

His ship was the Terrible,dreadful to see!
His crew were as brave, and as gallant as he ;
Two hundred, or more, was their good complement,
And sure braver fellows to sea never went:

Each man was determin'd to spend his last breath
In fighting for Britain, and brave captain Death.

A prize they had taken diminish'd their force,
And soon the good prize-ship was lost in her course:
The French privateer and the Terrible met;-
The battle begun,-all with horror beset:

No heart was dismay'd, each as bold as Macbeth;-
They fought for Old England, and brave captain
Death.

Fire, thunder, balls, bullets, were seen, heard, and felt;

A sight that the heart of Bellona would melt;