-Dignum laude virum Musa vetat Mori.

London, printed by R. I. for Thos. Newberry at the Three Lions in Cornhil, near the Royal Exchange. 1653.

To this curious and very rare volume is prefixed an engraved Frontispiece by Goddard, representing the arms and crest of Barnardiston, and a tree of genealogy, with banners, trophies, &c. at the back are the following lines:

THE MOURNERS' BLAZONRY.

Hark how the doleful Bittern sadly moans,
And tunes her withered Reed, to dying groans.
The Streaming spots of Ermine, seem to weep
That Innocence itself (their Type) doth sleep.
The Crosses, once dyed Gules, with Saviours blood,
Are pale with grief, as if they understood

The Gospel's loss in his: The Azure Field

(Heav'ns Hieroglyphick) shews, Faith was his shield.
SA. FAIRCLOUGH.

Fell. of Caius College.

After the title is a poetical Address, inscribed “To "the Worshipful and highly Honoured Lady, the "Lady Jane Barnardiston. An Offertory," to which is attached the name of Samuel Fairclough, Jun. The Elegies, which follow, are in English and Latin; and as many of the names, which occur, are little known as poets, a list of them may not be unacceptable. They appear in order thus:

William Spring, Barronet-Christopher Burrell, Rec. Wratten Mag-Ro. Cooke-Gulielm. Stephenson-Richard Fairclough, Rector of Mells in Sommersetshire-Nathaniell Fairclough, Rector of Stalbridge in Dorcetshire-Sa. Faireclough, Fel. of Gon. and Caius Coll.-Samuel Reyner, Thirloe Mag.-Tho. Marriot, M. A.-Edmund Vnderwood-John Soame, Gent.-Ralph Garnons, M. A.-Abrah. Garnons, M. A.-Nath. Owen. Anno Ætat. 12.-Joh. Clopton, Gent :-Joh. Owen, Rec. Wrat. Par. -Ra. Astel-Clemens Ray-Josephus Skinner, M. A.-J. C.— (the six last are English and Latin) Johan. Allot-Pet. St. HillJo. French, Art. Mag.-Nath Eyres-Rob. Hobart-and Sylvanus Morgan. The six last are in Latin.

The funeral Offerings, contained in this volume, whilst they shew the estimation in which their deceased object was holden, will be considered as curious specimens of the elegiac poetry of that period.

The volume is printed in a Quarto of 70 pages; and in the "Bib. Anglo-Poet. 1815," published by Longman and Co. is marked at the enormous price of twelve guineas!!!

The Rev. T. Mills, of Suffolk, is in possession of a MS. Account of the Barnardiston family, drawn up by the Rev. Mark Noble, and illustrated with many beautiful and exquisite drawings of Portraits, Monuments, &c. from the pencil of Mrs. Mills.

AN ACROSTIC ELEGY:

By Sir William Spring, Bart. of Pakenham..

S HALL such Friends dye, and my Muse idle bee?
I s't possible? can such stupidity

Remaine in me, and I not dead with thee?
Nature don't give, but lend its life to men,
A nd at its pleasure cals it back agen.

The image grav'd on man, Gods right doth shew,
His image 'tis ; let Cæsar have his due.
And in this Microcosme we plainly see
No less than part of Gods Divinity,
In smaller letters; for the Soul's a sparke
E ven of his kindling, and (though in the dark
Lodg'd in the grave, the body seems to be)
Let's hope, and we shall find re-unity.

Body and Soul shall joyn by heaven's great power,
A s once they were, before the parting hour:
Rally the Atomes shal, and then each part
Not loosing ought, by God's Almighty Art
A ttaine shal to its just and proper due,
Returning to its corps its former hue;
Descend then shal the Soul, and with a kisse
I ts antient friend awake to perfect bliss:
So these new married couple joyfully
To heaven ascend, and match eternity.
O heavenly Musick! endlesse harmony!
N one can desire to live, that's fit to die.

So slept our former Patriots (when they
Had serv'd their country) in a bed of clay;
Flesh may incinerate; when Man doth dye,
The body in the grave may sleeping lye;
But there's a spark remaines, which shal return,
And re-inform those ashes in their urn,

Which when the last days morning shal draw nigh,
Shal raise its flame by heav'nly Chymistry:

So springs the Phoenix, from which Rise
She's even cal'd the Bird of Paradise.

Si quis; qui bonus, & pius est? inquirit; Iesus Respondet, verus Nomine Nathaniel.

Inquire whose good? Christ wil thee tel,
It is a true Nathaniel.

AN OFFERTORY:

By the Rev. Samuel Fairclough, M. A.

THRICE Noble Lady, spare that melting bead,
Our sorrows want no jewel from your head;
Still let those silver drops, that lightly lye
Like little delug'd worlds within your eye;
Fixed abide in their own brightest sphear,
His fame wants not those pendents for her ear;
Those falling stars rob heaven, we need not thence
Borrow our griefs, or taxe
you with
Behold how every Mourner brings his sheet

expence :

To wipe your eyes, and weep himself; 'tis meet
That this so public loss by th' Countries charge
Should mourned be: Spare, Madam, then: this large
And thicker Volume that is here annext,
Is but our Comment on that public text:
Come Argus, Hieraclitus, lend your eyes
To pay on's tomb a liquid sacrifice;
Lo all the grass that round about him lye,
Hangs full of tears shed from Dame Nature's eye,
See how sad Philomele (that yonder sits,
And to the dancing twig her music fits)
Now mourns for him; the silver brook runs on,
Grumbling to leave those loved banks, whereon
A Mansion once he had; that's now set round
With Cypress trees, and with their branches crown'd;
So dark, it seems Night's mantle for to borrow,
And may be call'd, the gloomy den of sorrow.
Ere since he di'd; the Heavens their griefs to tell,
Daily in tears to earth's wet bosom fell;

Not in an April storm, or those in June,
Whose trembling Cadents makes it rain in tune ;

But like a grave Decembers day, or those
Who mourn in Cicero's stile, and weep in prose.
Madam you see all Natures wat'ry store
Attends this sable day, weep you no more;
Angels, that on your eyes with bottles wait
To catch your falling tears, do now retreat
With vessels full; anon again they'l stoop,
And lightly hover round the mourning troop,
Whilst I in silence do his Shrine adore ;
If worship doth offend, I then implore,
And crave a favour, Madam, 'tis this one,
Adde to his memory no pictur'd stone;

Lest whilst within the Church

my vows I I to the image of this saint should pray.

pay,

Lines on the Beath

OF THE

REV. WILLIAM HUMPHRYES:

BY MR. JOHN WEBB.

The Rev. William Humphryes was educated at a school at Brompton, and entered himself as a student at the academy at Homerton, in 1778. On leaving this academy, he was invited to preach to a small and decayed congregation at Haverhill, where he was ordained December 10, 1783. Here he was the devoted and exemplary pastor of an increasing country congregation. His pulpit labours were highly esteemed; and his