their pockets, was brought to the scaffold. Some days before he was executed, the following verses appeared in one of the Parisian papers, and excited great attention, as they were rumoured to have been written by the criminal himself, who had once been a sort of homme de lettres. They were in reality the production of a young Parisian barrister, M. A. Lemarquier, but they had the temporary effect of making many credulous people believe that Lacenaire would be reprieved, on account of his being a " Bel Esprit!" They are full of allusion to the old ceremonial of the Place de la Grève, and we annex to them a literal translation :— L'Insomnie du Condamné. Elle est longue la nuit quand le criminel veille; C'est un bien! c'est alors que vient à sonner l'heure Il a beau fermer l'œil, un bras glacé le touche; Alors le criminel s'amende: alors il pense Dont seul il connaît le chemin. On peut mourir athée, alors que le délire Mais lorsqu'on va mourir dans sa jeunesse verte, Avant que son printemps ait fait place à l'hiver, Alors, croyez le bien, une agonie immense Slow wanes the long night, when the criminal wakes : When his soul was free from the stain of crime, What sees he but only the dim alcove, To him 'tis a good! for the bell's solemn tone The pride of his heart is brought full low, His eyes he may close-but the cold icy touch He listens! 't is only to fill his ears With voices from hell, and unholy fears: He hears the waggon's roll, And on the quays a heavy tread,* And the headsman's voice, and hammer'd blows And the solemn chant of the dead! *All this could be well heard in the stillness of the night from the towers of the Conciergerie. See Victor Hugo's description in the Dernier Jour, &c. It is then that the criminal tries to amend, Of the Being, for whom the human mind For still on his awful throne The Deity waits, till the Sinner shall come, We By a path He knows alone. may die without God in the world, when the skies' And clos'd is its wondrous page: When that, which was wont to dart But when death is our doom in the greenness of life, When, Clamart!* thy hideous form Oh! doubt not! 't is then that the soul in its woe E'en then, or ere he die, To the world, as for ever it fades from his view, He wishes then to fly From Heaven's chastising rod : And the scaffold's steps he hastes to mount, And there, in a blood-baptizing fount, Is reconcil'd to God! H. L. J. *The cemetery of Clamart is an enclosed spot near the Jardin des Plantes in the south-eastern part of Paris, appropriated to the sepulture of criminals. ART. II.-John Davies the Epigrammatist. The Scourge of Folly. Consisting of Satyricall Epigramms and others in honor of many noble and worthy Persons of our Land. Together with a pleasant (though discordant) Descant upon most English Proverbes and others. At London, Printed by E. A. for Richard Redmer. Sould at his shop at ye West Gate of Paules. [Small 8vo, no date; but about 1611.] THIS HIS is a little book of considerable rarity; we believe that a copy has sold for as much as ten pounds, and that it is now considered as worth not less than five. Its author was a man of literary reputation in his day, and his pen, such as it is, was not unproductive, but his name is now almost forgotten, and we know very little of his personal history. He has taken care to inform us that he was a native of Hereford; his profession was that of a writing-master, in which quality he was appointed one of the instructors of the young Prince Henry, in the court of James I. He was famous in his time as a calligraphist, and appears to have been very proud of his skill in the art; but he also had pretensions as a poet, and his writings, of which there are a tolerable number, seem to have enjoyed a certain degree of popularity. As a writer, John Davies, of Hereford, figures especially among the English epigrammatists of the reign of the first James. The epigram was a species of literary composition which at this time was of recent growth in England, and which was modelled upon the well known epigrammata of Martial. It was an age in which there was a great taste for personal satire and abuse,—and, unfortunately, these English epigrammatists imitated the malice of Martial without possessing any of his wit. They are distinguished especially by their scurrility, and although expressed in feigned names, the immediate object at which they were levelled was probably sufficiently obvious at the time of their publication. For this reason, although it was their professed design to expose and correct the vices of the age, they were regarded with hostility by the stricter moralists, and we find that, in 1599, the epigrams of our author's namesake, Sir John Davies, the juge, with those of other writers, and a number of satires and other books, were proscribed by Archbishop Whitgift and Bishop Bancroft, and ordered to be burnt. A considerable portion of the little book before us consists of such pointless and often scurrilous attacks on private vices, and if it had existed at the date just mentioned, they would doubtless have brought it under the censure of the prelates. The press, indeed, at that time was often in want of a check; and John Davies has thought it necessary to make his excuses in sundry introductory epigrams, to which he gives the quaint title of " Passages before the Booke." In one of these he states his reasons for concealing the names of the individuals whose failings are the objects of his satire :— "At stacioners shops are lyes oft vendible, Because such shops oft lye for gaines untrue : When none so nam'd commit such villany. But I use namelesse names, because their shame The style of the Herefordshire epigrammist is by no means polished; his versification, indeed, very commonly hardly rises above doggrel. The wit the epigrams display is of no high character, and in many of them the point is scarcely perceptible. Perhaps the most pointed epigram in the book—we were going to say, the only epigram in it-is that "Against Mustolphus his lying. "Where now lies Mustolphus? Everie where. Why? As a sample of the far-fetched and laboured conceits which are found in some of these epigrams, and which appear to have been taken by many at that time for refined wit, we may point out the following display of ingenuity : : "The Author loving these homely meates specially, viz. Creame, Pan-cakes, Butterd Pippin-pyes (laugh good people), and Tobacco; writ to that worthy and vertuous gentlewoman, whom he calls Mistrisse, as followeth : "If there were (O!) an Helespont of creame |