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so (Hstracteil him; for oft in those prayers 

 he would brcake off, turno and looke 

 ubout him, and answere to what he 

 oiicr-heard, while he seemed to be 

 jjraying^. Wiien he stood vp, the Re- 

 corder, finding in his behauiour, as it 

 Mere, an expectation of a pardon, 

 wished him not to deceine himselfe, 

 iror beguile his owuc soule, lie was 

 come to die, and must die ; requiring 

 him not to equiuocate with his last 

 breath, if he knew any thing that miglit 

 bee danger to tlie k'wg or state, he 

 should now vtter it. Garnet sayd, it 

 is no time now to equiuocate ; how it 

 was law full, and when, he had shew- 

 ed his minde elsewhere. But, sayth 

 hec, I doe not now equiuocate, and 

 more then I haue confessed I doe not 

 know. At his ascending vp the lad- 

 der, lice desired to haue warning be- 

 fore he was turned off. But it was 

 tolde him, he must looke for no other 

 turnc but death. Ceins vpon the gib- 

 bot, he vsed these words, I commend 

 me to all good Catholiekes, and I pray 

 God preserue hisMaiestie, the queene, 

 and all their postcritie, and my lords 

 of the Priuio Counsell, to whom I 

 remember my humble (luetic, and I 

 am sorie that I did dissemble with 



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them ; but I did not thinke they had 

 had such proofc against me, till it was 

 shewed mee ; but when that was 

 proued, I held it more honour for me 

 at that time to confesse, then before 

 to haue accused. And for my brother 

 Greenway, I would the trueth were 

 know en ; for the false reports that are, 

 make him more faulty than he is. I 

 should not haue charged him, but that 

 I thought he had bin safe. 1 pray God 

 the Catholicks may not fare the worse 

 for my sake, and 1 exliort them all to 

 take heede tliey enter not into any 

 treasons, rebellions, or insurrections, 

 against the king ; and with this ended 

 speaking, and fel to praying ; and, 

 crossing himself, said. In nomine Pa- 

 tris k Filij ^- Spiritus smicti, and pray- 

 ed Maria mater (/rali(E, B'laria mater 

 miscricordice, Tu me a malo protege, ^ 

 liora mortis suscipe. Then, In maviis 

 tuns Domine, commendo spiritum meuni; 

 tiien. Per crucis hoc signum (crossing 

 himselfe, )/M^?a< procul omne malignum. 

 Iiifigc Critcem tuani in corde meo Do- 

 mine. Let me alwa3cs remember the 

 Crosse, and so returned agaiiie to 

 Blaria mater f>ral(cc, and then w'as 

 turned oil", and hung till ho was dead. 



ORIGINAL POETRY. 



.SONNET, 



ON SEEING A BEAUTIFUL INFANT DEA». 



By J. M. LACEV. 

 C'AN tliis be death ? Can this be that fell pow'r 

 ^ Which rol>s the wurld of luaiuy and of bliss ? 

 II InokN like slumhei's softest, calmest lioiir. 



And may the infant never w.iUe from this ? 

 Al.iii ! its lips are pale,— no gentle hrealli 



Kscapes from them, lilic Summer's mildest sinli ; 

 No ilirohbiii'^ unlse is there: it musi be death! 



liut who fiiall tell us wiial it is tn die ? 

 All that we know of life is like a dream, — 



A dream that eiidswhcndeath'sdark hour isgiv'ii; 

 lint ili-aih ue krjow not; only lliat ue deem,— 



In holy hope,— it lead* tlie soul to Heav'n ! 

 Farewell, sweet babe I thou werl an anifel litre. 

 Now ihcu'n a seraph in a higher sjihere. 



LAURA'S niRTII-DAY; 



By J. FITCH. 

 I)o«T lliou not, pcntlc slicphcrd, deem 



This morn the fairest of tlic year ? 

 Sheds not the sun a bi igliler beam, 

 Or is it all a lover's ilreani, 



To t'unvy dear ? 

 ''lis Laiira'M natal day ! and I 

 Aroiiiiil Aurora's pearly car 

 A tlioiisiind beauties can descry, 

 IJeyond the ken of cynic eye, 

 ICxalled far. 



IlasI tlioii hrli'dd lirr, kciiIIp swnin? 

 Why till n thou wilt not licud my song, 



15nt deem it impotent and vain ; 



A loftier muse, a sweeter strain, 



To her belong. 



Art thou a stranger to tJie maid ? 



And has she never bless'd thy view? 

 Then sununoii fancy to thy aid ; 

 For mure than ever bard pointiay'd 



Is Laura's due. 

 And shall I sing her lily brow, 



Or note the roses on her cheek? 

 Or of lier bo><onrs heaving snow, 

 And lips where brightest rubies glow, 

 inraptiir'd speak? 



Ah no : if Laura sec the line, 



It will her ^( nllc eye ofi'end ; 

 I'or lo ! at Xiitiie's .snowy shrine, 

 \\ here sylphs imladin'; j;ailands twine, 



JJocs Lama bend. 

 Sill', heeds not Ileauty's fragile powers 



The vermeil cheek, the azure eye ; 

 M'liieli, when llie elotid of sorrow lours, 

 Like vernal snow or April tlovvcrs, 

 Are sien and die. 



The gems that glitter in the mind,— 



Unlading sweets,— are Laura's care; 

 Go, search her damask cheek, aud liud, 

 Upon a eorid couch reeliu'd, 

 Modesty there. 



And 



