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and with having preached against certain things 

 contained in the book. Having refused, accord- 

 ing to Strype, to take the oath to answer all such 

 arlioles as the commissioners should propose, he 

 ■was deprived of his ministerial office. Mr. Brook, 

 however, in his Lives of the Puritans,'^sta.tes that 

 though he might at first have refused the oath, 

 yet that he afterwards complied, and gave answers 

 to the various articles which he proceeds to detail 

 •at length. He was cited again on two subsequent 

 occasions ; and, on his third appearance, being 

 required to subscribe, and to wear the surplice, he 

 refused, and was imprisoned, and ultimately de- 

 prived. He applied to Lord Burleigh to inter- 

 cede on his behalf, and his lordship warmly espoused 

 Lis cause, and engaged Attorney Morrice to un- 

 dertake his defence, but his arguments proved 

 ineffectual. Mr. Cawdray, refusing to submit, was 

 brought before Archbishop Whitgift, and other 

 high "commissioners. May 14, 1590, and was de- 

 graded and deposed from the ministry and made 

 a mere layman. The above account is abridged 

 from Brook's Lives of the Puritans, London, 1813, 

 pp. 430-43. 'AAttur. 



Dublin. 



P. S. Besides the Treasurie of Similies, I fiiid 

 the following work under his name in the Bodleian 

 Catalogue : 



" A TaWe Alphabetical] ; conteyning and teaching 

 the True Writing and Vnderstanding of bard vsuall 

 English Wordes, borrowed from the Hebrew, Greeke, 

 Latlne, or French, &c. London. 8vo. 1604." 



The title of this work is — 



« A Treasurie or Store-house of Similies ; both 

 Pleasant, Delightfull, and Profitable for all Estates of 

 Men in Generall : newly collected into Heades and 

 Common Places. By Robert Cawdray. Thomas 

 Creed, London, 1609, 4to." 



Cawdray was rector of South Luffenham, in 

 Rutland; and was deprived by Bishop Aylmer 

 for nonconformity in 1587. He appealed to the 

 Court of Exchequer, and his case was argued be- 

 fore all the judges in 1591. A report of the trial 

 is in Coke's Reports, Inscribed " De Jure Regis 

 Ecclesiastico." There Is a Life of Cawdray in 

 Brook's Lives of the Puritans (vol.i. pp.430— 443.), 

 which contains an interesting account^ of his 

 examination before the Pligh Commission, ex- 

 tracted from a MS. register. Notices of him will 

 also be found In Neal's Puritans, 1837 (vol. i. 

 pp.330. 341.) ; and Heylin's History of the Presly 

 terians, 1672 (fol. p. 317.). John I. Dredge. 



" MART, WEEP NO MORE FOR ME." 



(Vol. vili., p. 385.) 

 For the following Information respecting the 

 author, and the original, I am Indebted to the 

 Ladfs Magazine of 1820, from which I copied it 

 several years ago. 



Mr. Joseph Lowe, born at Kenmore In Gal- 

 loway, 1750, the sou of a gardener,^ at fourteen 

 apprenticed to a weaver, by persevering diligence 

 in the pursuit of knowledge, was enabled in 1771 

 to enter himself a student In Divinity in the Uni- 

 versity of Edinburgh. On his return from college 

 he became tutor In the family of a gentleman, 

 Mr. M'Ghie of Airds, who had several beautiful 

 daughters, to one of whom he was attached, though 

 It never was their ftite to be united. Another of 

 the sisters, Mary, was engaged to a surgeon, Mr. 

 Alexander Miller. This young gentleman was 

 unfortunately lost at sea, an event Immortalised 

 by Marys Dream. Tlie author was unhappy In 

 his marriage with a lady of Virginia, whither he 

 had emigrated, and died In 1798. This poem was 

 originally composed In the Scottish dialect, and 

 afterwards received the polished English form 

 from the hand of its author. 



" Mary's dream. 

 <' The lovely moon had climb'd the hill, 

 Where eagles big aboon the Dee, 

 And, like the looks of a lovely dame, 



Brought joy to every body's ee : 

 A' but sweet Mary deep in sleep, 



Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea ; 

 A voice drapt saftly on her ear — 



' Sweet Mary, weep nae mair for me ! ' 

 « She lifted up her waukening een, 



To see from whence the sound might be, 

 And there she saw young Sandy stand, 



Pale, bending on her his hollow ee. 

 ' O Mary dear, lament nae mair ! 



I'm in death's thraws aneath the sea : 

 Thy weeping makes me sad in bliss, 

 Sae Mary, weep nae mair for me ! 

 " « The wind slept when we left the bay. 



But soon it waked and raised the main ; 

 And God he bore us down the deep — _ 



Wha strave wi' him, but strave in vain. 

 He stretch'd his arm and took me up, 

 Tho' laith I was to gang but thee : 

 I look frae heaven aboon the storm, 

 Sae Mary, weep nae mair for me ! 

 " ' Take afF thae bride-sheets frae thy bed, 

 Which thou hast faulded down for me, 

 Unrobe thee of thy earthly stole — 



I'll meet in heaven aboon wi' thee.' 

 Three times the gray cock flapp'd his wing, 



To mark the morning lift his ee ; 

 And thrice the passing spirit said, 



' Sweet Mary, weep nae mair for me !' " 



J. ^Y. Thomas. 

 Dewsbury. 



