CERTAIN FEW WOORDES SPOKEN CONCERNINGE ONE BENET CORBETT AFTER HER DECEASE. She died October the 2d, Anno 1634. (From MS. Harl. No. 464.) HERE, or not many feet from hence, Sickness and Death did do her honour By loosing paine and feare upon her. Proves conquest in the morning-fight: She will rise up against them both.... All sleep, believe it, is not sloth. And, thou that read'st her elegie, Take something of her historie: She had one husband and one sonne ; Ask who they were, and then have doone. ITER BOREALE SEEMS a sort of imitation of Horace's Brundusian journey. Davenant has "a journey into Worcestershire" (page 215. fol. edit.) in a similar vein, says Headley. If the popularity of this poem may be estimated by the frequency of manuscript copies in the public libraries, we may conclude it was valued very highly, as the transcripts of it are very numerous. Misled by one of these, I considered this poem, the longest and most celebrated of bishop Corbet's productions, to have been written in 1625: subsequent examination has induced me to place the date of its composition considerably earlier: the reasons on which this opinion is grounded, will be detailed in the following analysis of the Tour. OUR author commences his journey from Oxford in a company consisting of four persons, two of whom then were, and two of whom wished to be, doctors: but there is nothing in the course of the tour to show us which of the classes he be longed to, unless we are to suppose, from the shortness of cash which discovers itself before the termination of his adventures, that he was rather one of those who had wealth in expectancy than in possession. They set off on the 10th of August, and, long as the days are about that period, had a good chance of sharpening their appetites by their first half-day's ride, thirty miles before dinner, when they sat down 30 to dine with Dr. Christopher Middleton, at his rectory of Ashton on the Wall in Northamptonshire, about eight miles north of Banbury; where we learn that their entertainment was better than the looks of their host, whom they left in the 12 evening, and rode to Flore, about twelve miles north-east, and took up their lodgings for the night. At Flore they were entertained by a country surgeon, or (in the vulgar phrase) bone-setter, the tenant of Dr. Leonard Hutton, the rector of Flore and dean of Christ-Church, who fed them upon venison. The third morning they set off for Daventry, 5 about five miles. Here it happened to be the market- and lecture-day: and after having washed down the dust which their throats had acquired in the ride, one of them was summoned by the serjeant at mace to deliver the lecture; for which they were all rewarded with thanks and wine. The fourth morning they rode to Lutterworth 16 in Leicestershire, about sixteen miles. This was once the benefice of Wickliffe, the father of English reformers; and here the tourist very properly remarks on the double injustice done to that ve |