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My helmet now shall make a hive for bees,

And lovers' songs shall turn to holy psalmes ;
A man at armes must now sit on his knees,

And feed on prayers that are Old Age's alms:
And so from court to cottage I depart,
My saint is sure of mine unspotted heart.

And, when I sadly sit in homely cell,

I'll teach my swaines this carol for a song:
Blest be the hearts that think my Sovereign well ;

Curs'd be the soules that think to do her wrong.
Goddess, vouchsafe this aged man his right,
To be your beadsman now, that was your knight.

On May-day, 1600, we find · An Ode to Cynthia,' sung before Her Sacred Majestie, at a shewe on Horsebacke, wherewith the Right Honorable the Earle of Cumberland presented Her Highness with a most doleful speech, which Dr. Whitaker gives at full length; and observes, upon the overstrained compliments paid to her beauty, &c., that his Cynthia was then in her sixty-seventh year.*

In early life the Earl had formed an attachment to the beautiful daughter of Sir William Hollis; but this independent gentleman rejected his proposals, observing that his daughter should marry a good gentleman, with whom he might enjoy society and friendship, and not a son-in-law before whom he would have to stand cap-in-hand. He next paid his addresses to Frances Russell, daughter of Francis Earl of Bedford, and was accepted; an

* Whitaker's Antiquities of Craven.

amiable woman, whom, as a husband, he cruelly neglected.

The character of the Earl, as given by Dr. Whitaker, in his · History and Antiquities of Craven,' is far from favourable :-“ The Earl of Cumberland,” he says, “ was a great but unamiable man. His story admirably illustrates the difference between greatness and contentment, between fame and virtue. If we trace him in the public history of his times, we see nothing but the accomplished courtier, the skilful navigator, the intrepid commander, the disinterested patriot. If we follow him into his family, we are instantly struck with the indifferent and unfaithful husband, the negligent and thoughtless parent. If we enter his muniment-room, we are surrounded by memorials of his prodigality, mortgages and sales, inquietude and approaching want. He set out with a larger estate than any of his ancestors, and in little more than twenty years he made it one of the least. Fortunately for his family à constitution, originally vigorous, gave way at forty-seven to hardships, anxiety, and wounds. His separation from his virtuous lady was occasioned by a court intrigue."*

He was, to say the least of him, careless of his family; lived on ill terms with his Countess, Margaret, a woman of extraordinary merit, but perhaps too high spirited for such a husband. She was certainly

* Whitaker's History of Craven.

much happier in the filial affections of her daughter than in the conjugal tenderness of her husband ; who, taken up with military glory and the pomp of tilts and tournaments, paid little attention to domestic duties. He is said also to have neglected the interests, as well as the education, of his only surviving child, the Lady Anne, who married, first, Sackville Earl of Dorset; and, secondly, Philip Herbert Earl of Pembroke and Montgomery, whom Pennant calls “a brutal simpleton.” This amiable and most accomplished daughter of a virtuous mother paid a pious and interesting tribute of her affection, at their last parting, which took place at Brougham, where the Countess Margaret died, in May, 1616 (having survived her husband eleven years). Near this spot her daughter caused a pillar to be erected, on which is the following inscription :

“ This pillar was erected by Anne Countess of Pembroke for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2nd of April, 1616 : in memory whereof, she hath left an annuity of four pounds to be distributed to the poor of the parish of Brougham every second day of April for ever, upon the stone-table hard by: Laus Deo."

Rogers, in his · Pleasures of Memory,' has beautifully alluded to this memorial, and sees

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With lifted eye revered,
That modest stone which pious Pembroke reared,
Which still records, beyond the pencil's power,
The silent sorrows of a parting hour;
Still to the musing pilgrim points the place
Her sainted spirit most delights to trace.

This noble lady erected also a monument to her tutor, Samuel Daniel, the poetical historian; another to Spenser; founded two hospitals; and repaired or built 'seven churches and six castles. Being advised by her friends to be more sparing in these buildings, during the Protectorate of Cromwell, lest he should demolish them, she replied with great spirit-" Let him destroy them if he will; he shall surely find, as often as he does so, I will rebuild them while he leaves me a shilling in my pocket.” She certainly was a noble creature. When Sir J. Williamson, Secretary to Charles II., nominated to her a member for the borough of Appleby, she returned this resolute and spirited answer:

“I have been bullied by an usurper; I have been neglected by a court; but I will not be dictated to by a subject : your man shan't stand.

“ Anne DORSET, PEMBROKE AND Montgomery." As she had lived highly respected, so she died, at an advanced age, deeply lamented.

SIR WILLIAM MONSON.

1585 to 1643.

ADMIRAL SIR WILLIAM MONSON, a well-educated and more than ordinary accomplished seaman, was the third son of Sir John Monson, a respectable country gentleman of South Carlton in Lincolnshire, where the subject of this memoir was born in the year 1569. At a proper age he was entered at the University of Oxford; but, being of a bold and enterprising disposition, which suited not exactly the studious and quiet life of a college, he determined to follow the bent of his inclination; and entered into the sea service, as a common sailor, on board a merchantman: being led to it, as he says, “by the wildness of my youth.” His continuance in it, however, was very early put to a severe test: In one of two barks, in which he was serving, he had the good fortune to take the first Spanish prize that had been brought to the English shore. Being on the coast of Spain, they fell in with and boarded a Spanish vessel of 300 tons, well manned and armed. “All our men,” he says, “with one con

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