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“ Sweet is the breath of vernal show'r,
VI. Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud, The venerable Marg'ret* see! " Welcome, my noble son!” she cries aloud, “ To this thy kindred train and me: “ Pleas'd in thy lineaments we trace « A l'udor's fire, a Beaufort's grace. * Thy lib'ral heart, thy judging eye, “ The flow'r unheeded shall descry, "And bid it round heaven's altars shed “ The fragrance of its blushing head; “ Shall raise from earth the latent gem “ To glitter on the diadem.
VII. “ Lo! Granta waits to lead her blooming band; " Nor obvious, nor obtrusive, she " No vulgar praise, no venal incense flings, “ Nor dares with courtly tongue refin'd “ Profane thy inborn royalty of mind: " She reveres herself and thee, “ With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow “ The laureate wreath that Cecilt wore she brings, “ And to thy just thy gentle hand “ Submits the fasces of her sway; " While spirits blest above and men below, “ Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay.
• Countess of Richmond and Derby, the mother of Henry VII. foundress of St. John's and Christ's colleges.
The Countess was a Beaufort, and married to a Tudor ; hence the application of this line to the Duke of Grafton, who claims descent from both these families.
+ Lord Treasurer Burleigh was Chancellor of the University in the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.
A LONG STORY.
MR. GRAY's Elegy, previous to its publication, was handed about
in MS, and had, amongst other admirers, the Lady Cobham,
An ancient pile of building stands *;
* The mansion-house at Stoke-Pogis, then in the posses. sion, of Viscountess Cobham. The style of building whicis we now call Queen Elizabeth's, is here admirably described, both with regard to its beauties and defects; and the third and fourth stanzas delineate the fantastic manners of her
To raise the cieling's fretted height, Each pannel in atchievements clothing, Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing.
Full oft within the spacious walls,
His bushy-beard and shoe-strings green, His high-crown'd hat and satin doublet, Mov'd the stout heart of England's queen, Tho' Pope and Spaniard could not trouble it.
What, in the very first beginning,
A house there is (and that's enough)
The first came cap-a-pee from France,
time with equal truth and humour. The house formerly belonged to the Earls of Huntingdon and the fainily of Hatton.
* Sir Christopher Hatton, promoted by Queen Elizabeth or his graceful person and fine dancing. .... Brawls were : sort of a figure-dance then in vogue, and probably deemed as elegant as our modern cotillons, or still more modern quadrilles.
+ The reader is already apprized who these ladies were ; the two descriptions are prettily contrasted ; and nothing can be more happily turned than the compliment to Lady Cobham in the eighth stanza,
The other amazon kind heav'n
To celebrate her eyes, her air ....
With bonnet blue and capuchin,
Fame, in the shape of Mr. P....t*,
Who prowl'd the country far and near,
My Lady heard their joint petition,
The heroines undertook the task;
The trembling family they daunt,
* I have been told that this gentleman, a neighbour and acquaintance of Mr. Gray's in the country, was much displeased at the liberty here taken with his name, yet surely without any great reason.
Each hole and cupboard they explore,
Into the drawers and china pry,
On the first inarching of the troops,
So Rumour says; (who will believe) But that they left the door a-jar, Where safe, and laughing in his sleeve, He heard the distant din of war?
Short was his joy: he little knew
The words too eager to unriddle
So cunning was the apparatus,
Yet on his way (no sign of grace,
The godhead would have back'd his quarrel;