ANNE, COUNTESS OF ARUNDEL, [THE sister and co-heir of Thomas, last lord Dacre, married Philip earl of Arundel, who died in the Tower, Nov. 1595, under the age of forty". This lady, who was a person of some genius 3, seems to claim an interesting copy of verses which has been rescued from oblivion by Mr. Lodge, who thinks, with much probability, "that the melancholy exit of her lord produced this pathetic effusion 4." Many of her letters relating to the private concerns of her son's family, and particularly to his children, for whom she seems to have had the most affectionate regard, are preserved • The charges exhibited against him were, that he had relieved several priests, that he had corresponded with cardinal Allen and Parsons the jesuit, and that he had intentions of departing from the realm without license. After having suffered a rigorous confinement in 1589, he was brought to trial before his peers, and condemned to die for the above-mentioned offences, which were lamely proved by witnesses of indifferent character; but Elizabeth thought fit to extend what was called her clemency towards him, and he was suffered to wait in the Tower for the termination of a life, shortened by the strictest austerities of his religious persuasion. A memorial of his piety carved by his own hand on the stone wall of his secluded apartment, is still to be seen. Lodge's Illustr. vol. ii. p. 329. A fac simile of this memorial is given in Archaeologia, vol. xiii. p. 70. See Brydges' Mem. p. 173. Illustr. of Brit. Hist. vol. iii. p. 359. in the Howard papers, and are written, says Mr. Lodge, in the best style of that time, and in a strain of unaffected piety and tenderness which lets us at once into her character. She died April 13, 16304, at the age of seventy-two, and was buried at Arundel. Her son Thomas, earl of Arundel, was the famous collector, for whom Vosterman drew her portrait, which was engraved by Hollar 5. "In sad and ashie weeds I sigh, I grone, I pine, I mourne; My oten yellow reeds I all To jeat and ebon turne. My watrie eyes, like winter's skyes, My furrowed cheekes oreflowe: All heavens knowe why, men mourne as I, "In sable robes of night my dayes My sorrowe sees no light; my lights For now my sunne his course hath ronne, Lodge, ut sup. p. 357. Granger and Bromley have concur red in dating her engraved portrait, 1627, ælat. 69. Biog. Hist. vol. ii. p. 373. I envie aire, because it dare Still breathe, and he not soe; Hate earthe, that doth entombe his youth, "Not I, poor I alone-(alone How can this sorrowe be?) Not onely men make mone, but more The gods of greenes, the mountain queenes, The muses nine, and powers devine, Do all condole my woe." These stanzas, which seem to have been part of a larger poem, abound, as Mr. Lodge observes, with the imperfect beauties, as well as with the common errors, of a strong but untaught poetical fancy. They appear on the cover of a letter, in the hand-writing of Anne, countess of Arundel.] SIR DUDLEY CARLETON, VISCOUNT DORCHESTER, Is little known but in his capacity of minister to foreign courts, for which he seems to have been well qualified; but by his subservience to his masters, and to his patron the duke of Buckingham, one should have thought he had imbibed his prerogative-notions, as ambassadors are a little apt to do, in other schools than Holland and Venice, where he was chiefly resident. His negotiations have been lately presented to the public 3; a munificence it might oftener, but never should without gratitude receive. It was not the fault of the minister or of the editor that these transactions turned chiefly on the synod of Dort*. It is always • Vide Histor. Preface to the new edition of his Letters, p. 20. 3 [In 1757, by Philip viscount Royston, afterwards earl of Hardwicke, who wrote the Historical Preface, which received additions in the impression of 1775. The book has since been reprinted twice, as I am informed by Mr. Ellis of the Museum.] [Lord Hardwicke printed only one hundred copies of the Carleton Letters, says Dr. Lort. Mr. Cole adds, “Lord H. in a second edition of these letters, seems to be angry that Mr. Walpole has spoken so contemptuously of them. At p. xxxv. he says, 'Had the negotiations of sir Dudley turned |