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(Hung with the dew of blessing and increase,)
The greedy rivers take their nourishment.
Ye nymphs, who, bathing in your loved springs,
Beheld these rivers in their infancy,
And joyed to see them, when their circled heads
Refresh'd the air, and spread the ground with flowers ;
Rise from your wells, and, with your nimble feet,
Perform that office to this happy pair,
Which, in these plains, you to Alpheus did,
When, passing hence, through many seas unmix'd,
He gained the favour of his Arethuse."

To this we will venture to add a stanza or two, from the “ Priest's song," (in the same Masque,) addressed to the knights and ladies. The words in italics are particularly imposing.

“On, blessed youths !--for Jove doth pause,
Laying aside his graver laws,

For this device :
And at the wedding such a pair,
Each dance is taken for a prayer,

Each song a sacrifice."

The knights then dance their “ second measure," and the song continues, the only thing in which that can be excepted against being the moral or doctrine at the end. Jupiter, it must be confessed, was an indifferent authority, (though he has passed into a proverb,) in matters of this sort.

“ More pleasing were these sweet delights,

If ladies danced as well as knights ;
Run every one of you and catch
A nymph, in honour of this match;
And whisper boldly in her ear,
Jove will but laugh if you forswear."

The termination of this poem, like

“ The setting sun, and music at its close,”

is exceedingly graceful and pleasant. It is a fit ending for a bridal hymn.

“ Peace and silence be the guide
To the man and to the bride!

If there be a joy yet new
In marriage, let it fall on you,

That all the world may wonder!
If we should stay, we should do worse,
And turn our blessing to a curse,

By keeping you asunder.”

We are very much disposed to extend our offence against order, by quoting to the reader a few passages from Ben Jonson's Gipsey Masque ; but we believe, we must refrain from meddling much with it at present.-What can be more delightful, in its way, than the following strain ? The Egyptians dealt in blessings of old, and this is one of them :

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The next, in which the Lady Elizabeth Hatton's fortune ‘is offered at by the five gipsies,' is in a different vein.

“ Mistress of a fairer table
Hath not history or fable;
Others' fortunes may be shewn,
You are builder of your own.
And whatever heaven hath giv’n you,
You preserve the state still in you;
That which time would have depart,
Youth, without the help of art,
You do keep still, and the glory
Of your sex is but your story.

The song (beginning • The sports are done,') sung by " the Jackman,” is also worthy of quotation ; and that which commences with

Good princes soar above their fame,
And in their worth

Come greater forth,
Than in their name”.

is profounder than usual. We are afraid that King James the first (to whom it was addressed) could not have heard this part of the masque distinctly. And this reminds us of Mr. Dekker, whose Magnificent Entertainment” we have for a while neglected.

The Device' of Dekker opens in the following alarming

manner :

“ The sorrow and amazement, that, like an earthquake, began to shake the distempered body of this Island, (by reason of our late sovereign's departure,) being wisely and miraculously prevented, and the feared wounds of a civil sword, (as Alexander's fury was with music,) being stopt from bursting forth, by the sound of trumpets that proclaimed King James. All men's eyes were presently turned to the north, standing even stone still in their circles, like the points of so many geometrical needles, through a fixed and adamantine desire to behold this forty-five years' wonder now brought forth by time;

their tongues neglecting all language else, save that which spake jealous prayers, and unceasable wishes, for his most speedy and longed-for arrival.”

This is but the prologue, however, to the great farce which his Majesty King James the first, of blessed memory, played for the benefit of his liege subjects of England and Scotland, during a certain term of years, not easily to be forgotten. He appears, in this instance, to have been heralded by Expectation' and 'Rumour,' (allegorical knights, who were born for the purpose of trumpeting the virtues of kings, and duly disappointing their subjects)—and by · St. George,' and St. Andrew,' (linked hand in hand, like the two Kings of Brentford,) whose“ newly begotten amity,” it seems, calls up the “Genius of the City.” Of this last named person's eloquence, the following is a pleasant specimen.


I clap my hands for joy, and seat you both
Next to my heart; in leaves of purest gold,
This most auspicious love shall be enrollid,
Be join'd to us, and as to earth we bow,
So, to those regal feet, bend your steel'd brow.
In name of all these senators, (on whom
Virtue builds more, then those of antique Rome,)
Shouting a cheerful welcome. Since no clime,
Nor age that has gone o'er the head of time,

Did e'er cast up such joys, nor the like sum
(But here) shall stand in the world, years to come,
Dread king, our hearts make good what words do want,
To bid thee boldly enter Troynouant.


Several pages, which follow the last extract, are consumed in the arrangement of the procession, and an account of the erections and dilapidations to be occasioned by the ceremony. After this follows a detail of the pageant. Here, “ Divine Wisdom," and the “ Genius of the City," become companions, for the first time.—The “River Thames," and “

River Thames,and “ Loving Affection," Promptitude" and “ Unanimity,and other sociable abstracmake their ,appearance. Then comes the • Italians'

pageant," with Latin speeches and inscriptions. Then the pageant of the “ Dutchmen,” who offer to his majesty equally good Latin, upon large azure tables, lined with characters of gold.—Then comes the “ Device at Soper Lane End," which place is converted into Arabia the happy, and produces an anomalous lady, called “ Arabia Britannica," attired in white, with Fameby her side, (a “ Woman in a Watchet Robe,") and the five Senses properly apparelled. At some distance from these,-But we must here yield up to the author the advantage of his own words, as it will give the reader a better idea than we could otherwise afford him of the character of Mr. Dekker's production.

Some pretty distance from them, (and, as it were, in the midst before them), an artificial laver or fount was erected, called the Fount of Arate (Virtue), sundry pipes, (like veins), branching from the body of it; the water receiving liberty but from one place, and that very slowly.

“ At the foot of this fount, two personages in greater shapes than the rest), lay sleeping; upon their breasts stuck their names, Detractio, Oblivio ; the one holds an open cup, about whose brim a wreath of curled snakes were winding, intimating that whatsoever his lips touched was poisoned, the other held a black cup covered, in token of an envious desire to drown the worth and memory of noble persons.

Upon an ascent on the right hand of these, stood the three
Charities or Graces, hand-in-hand, attired like three sisters.

Brightness, or Majesty.

figuring Youthfulness, or Flourishing. Euphrosine,

Cheerfulness, or Gladness. They were all three virgins, their countenances labouring to smother an innate sweetness and cheerfulness that apparelled their cheeks; yet hardly to be hid. Their garments were long robes of sundry colours, hanging loose: the one had a chaplet of

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sundry flowers on her head, clustered here and there with the fruits of the earth. The second, a garland of ears of corn. The third, a wreath of vine branches, mixt with


and olives. Their hair hung down over their shoulders loose and of a bright colour, for that epithet is properly bestowed upon them by Homer, in his hymn to Apollo.


The Bright-haired Graces. They held in their hands pensild shields; upon the first was drawn a rose; on the second three dice; on the third a branch of myrtle.

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In a direct line against them stood the three flowers, to whom in this place we give the names of Love, Justice, and Peace; they were attired in loose robes of light colours, painted with flowers, for so Ovid apparels them.

Conveniunt pictis incinctæ vestibus Horæ. Wings at their feet, expressing their swiftness, because they are Lackies to the sun : Jungere equos Tytan velocibus imperat Horis.

Ovid. Each of them held two goblets, the one full of flowers (as ensign of the spring), the other full of ripened figs, the cognizance of summer.

Upon the approach of his majesty, sad and solemn musick having beaten the air all the time of his absence, and now ceasing, Fame speaks.


Turn into ice mine eye-balls, whilst the sound
Flying through this brazen trump, may back rebound
To stop Fame's hundred tongues, leaving them mute,
As in an untoucht bell, or stringless lute;
For Virtue's fount, which late ran deep and clear,
Dry, and melts all her body to a tear.
You Graces, and you hours that each day run
On the quick errands of the golden sun,
O say, to Virtue's fount what has befel,
That thus her veins shrink up?

Charity's Hora.

We cannot tell.

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