Disordered, tremble, fawn, and creep; Pity, supposing them opprest While her high pride does scarce descend So the tall stag, upon the brink THE BRITISH NAVY. WHEN Britain, looking with a just disdain And knowing well that empire must decline To the rich troublers of the world's repose. They that the whole world's monarchy designed, Others may use the ocean as their road, Only the English make it their abode, Whose ready sails with every wind can fly, And make a covenant with the inconstant sky: Our oaks secure, as if they there took root, We tread on billows with a steady foot. AT PENSHURST. WHILE in this park I sing, the list'ning deer More deaf than trees, and prouder than the heav'n! That cloven rock produced thee, by whose side Of such stern beauty, placed those healing springs I might, like Orpheus, with my num'rous moan This last complaint the indulgent ears did pierce Highly concerned that the Muse should bring And from the winds and tempests does expect But from those gifts which Heav'n has heaped on her. John Milton. Born 1608. THIS, the most illustrious of the whole line of English poets, was born in his father's house, the Spread Eagle, in Bread Street, London, on the 9th December 1608. His father was a scrivener, or money-broker, who had embraced the Protestant faith, and who appears to have been a man of considerable parts. The scrivener seems to have been most anxious to give his son a good education, and placed him early under private tuition; from thence he was sent to St Paul's School, and afterwards to Christ's College, Cambridge. It is believed that his intense study at college laid the seeds of his future blindness. After leaving Cambridge he retired to Horton, in Buckinghamshire, where his father had purchased a small estate. Here he composed some of his beautiful minor pieces. At twenty-one he composed his magnificent Hymn on the Nativity," and at twenty-six he produced his "Comus," founded on an occurrence to the family of the Earl of Bridgewater. It is a dream of Fairyland. When about thirty he went to Italy, where he was received with the greatest honour. On the breaking out of the civil wars he returned to England, and ranged himself on the side of the Parliament; and as the literary champion of the Commonwealth, he published many controversial pieces. In 1645 he published his Allegro and Penseroso. The poet's eyesight had been failing for some years past, and at last in 1652 he became totally blind. Milton had married in 1643 Mary Powel, the daughter of a Royalist gentleman, but who seems to have been disgusted with his spare diet and ascetic life; she left him in a month and returned to her father. They again came together about a year after, and Milton was of great use to her family when the successes of Cromwell brought them into poverty and danger. She died in 1652, leaving three daughters, who survived their father, and of whom Milton says they were often "undutiful and unkind." In 1656 he married Katherine Woodcock, a London lady, with whom he lived happily, but who died in 1658. The Restoration, in 1660, changed completely the position and prospects of Milton, who was deprived of all his public employments. He was also placed in some danger from the prominent part he had taken in Cromwell's government. It does not appear, however, that he was molested; and at last his name was included in the general amnesty. Milton now devoted himself to a great work which he had for sometime contemplated, and which he had lately commenced,-"Paradise Lost," which appeared in 1667. For this immortal poem he only received L.15. In 1671 appeared "Paradise Regained," the subject of which was suggested by a remark of Thomas Ellwood, a quaker, who said, "Thou hast said much upon Paradise lost, what hast thou to say upon Paradise regained." Milton had in 1663 contracted a third marriage -Elizabeth Marshall, his own cousin, was the lady. She was only twenty-four when she was married, and survived the poet fifty-three years. She had no children by Milton. The poet's career was now drawing to a close. He had been for some time suffering from hereditary disease, and tranquilly passed away from this life in Artillery Walk, Bunhill Row, on 8th November 1674, in his sixty-sixth year. He was buried in the parish church of St Giles', Cripplegate. FROM HYMN ON THE NATIVITY. Ir was the winter wild, While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathise : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow; Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities. But he her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing : And, waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land. No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around: The idle spear and shield were high up hung; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by. But peaceful was the night, Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The shepherds on the lawn, Or ere the point of dawn, Sat simply chatting in a rustic row; Full little thought they then, That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep. When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet, As never was by mortal finger strook; Divinely warbled voice Answering the stringed noise, |