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Hawton church, Notts. All these are in the decorated 
style of the fourteenth century ; and are of great mag- 
nificence, especially the last.” 
To this account of the sepulchre I may add, 
that one principal part of the solemn rites referred 
to above consisted in depositing a consecrated 
wafer or, as at Durham Cathedral, a crucifix 
within its recess —a symbol of the entombment of 
our blessed Lord—and remoying it, with great 
pomp, accompanied sometimes with a mimetic 
representation of the visit of the Marys to 
the tomb, on the morning of Easter Sunday. 
‘This is a subject capable of copious illustration, 
for which, some time since, I collected some ma- 
terials (which are quite at your service); but, as 
your space is valuable, I will only remark, that 
the “Watching the Sepulchre” was probably in 
imitation of the watch kept by the Roman soldiers 
round the tomb of Our Lord, and with the view of 
preserving the host from any casualty. 
At Rome, the ceremony is anticipated, the 
wafer being carried in procession, on the Thurs- 
day in Passion Week, from the Sistine to the 
Paoline Chapel, and brought back again on the 
Friday ; thus missing the whole intention of the 
rite. Dr. Baggs, in his Ceremonies of Holy Week 
at Rome, says (p. 65.) :— 
“When the Pope reaches the altar (of the Capella 
Paolina), the first cardinal deacon receives from his 
hands the blessed sacrament, and, preceded by torches, 
carries it to the upper part of the macchina; M. Sa- 
grista places it within the urn commonly called the 
sepulchre, where it is incensed by the Pope...... 
M. Sagrista then shuts the sepulchre, and delivers the 
key tothe Card. Penitentiary, who is to officiate on the 
following day.” E. V, 
POEM BY SIR EDWARD DYER. 
Dr. Rimbault's 4th Qu. (No. 19. p. 302.).—“ My 
mind to me a kingdom is” will be found to be of 
much earlier date than Nicholas Breton. Percy 
partly printed it from William Byrd’s Psalmes, 
Sonets, and Songs of Sadnes (no date, but 1588 
according to Ames), with some additions and im- 
provements (?) from a B. L. copy in the Pepysian 
collection. I have met with it in some early 
poetical miscellany — perhaps Tottel, or England's 
Helicon—but cannot just now refer to either. 
The following copy is from a cotemporary MS. 
containing many of the poems of Sir Edward 
Dyer, Edward Earl of Oxford, and their cotem- 
oraries, several of which have never been pub- 
ished. The collection appears to have been made 
by Robert Mills, of Cambridge. Dr. Rimbault 
will, no doubt, be glad to compare this text with 
Breton’s. It is, at least, much more genuine than 
the composite one given by Bishop Perey. 
“ My mynde to me a kyngdome is, 
Suche preasente joyes therin I fynde, 
That it excells all other blisse, 
That earth affordes or growes by kynde; 
Thoughe muche I wante which moste would have, 
Yet still my mynde forbiddes to crave. 
«“ No princely pompe, no wealthy store, 
No force to winne the victorye, 
No wilye witt to salve a sore, 
No shape to feade a loving eye ; 
To none of these I yielde as thrall, 
For why? my mynde dothe serve for all. 
I see howe plenty suffers ofte, 
And hasty elymers sone do fall, 
I see that those which are alofte 
Mishapp dothe threaten moste of all ; 
They get with toyle, they keepe with feare, 
Suche cares my mynde coulde never beare. 
Content to live, this is my staye, 
I seeke no more than maye suffyse, 
I presse to beare no haughty swaye ; 
Look what I lack, my mynde supplyes : 
Lo, thus I triumph like a kynge, 
Content with that my mynde doth bringe. 
Some have too muche, yet still do crave, 
I little have and seek no more, 
They are but poore, though muche they have, 
And I am ryche with lyttle store ; 
They poore, | ryche, they begge, I gyve, 
They lacke, I leave, they pyne, I lyve. 
‘ 
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I laughe not at another’s losse, 
I grudge not at another’s payne ; 
No worldly wants my mynde can toss, 
My state at one dothe still remayne: 
I feare no foe, I fawn no friende, 
I lothe not lyfe nor dreade my ende. 
Some weighe their pleasure by theyre luste, 
Theyre wisdom by theyre rage of wy]ll, 
Theyre treasure is theyre onlye truste, 
A cloked crafte theyre store of skylle: 
But all the pleasure that I fynde 
Is to mayntayne a quiet mynde. 
My wealthe is healthe and perfect ease, 
My conscience cleere my chiefe defence, 
I neither seek by brybes to please, 
Nor by deceyte to breede offence ; 
Thus do I lyve, thus will I dye, 
Would all did so as well as I. 
“ Finis, ogo 
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E. Dirr.” 
S. W. S. 
ROBERT CROWLEY. 
“Be pleased to observe,” says Herbert, “ that, 
though ‘The Supper of the Lorde’ and ‘The 
Vision of Piers Plowman’ are inserted among the 
rest of his writings, he wrote only the prefixes to 
them” (vol. ii. p. 278.). Farther on he gives the 
title of the book, and adds, ‘ Though this treatise 
is anonymous, Will. Tindall is allowed to have 
been the author; Crowley wrote only the preface.” 
It was originally printed at Nornberg, and dated 
as above [the same date as that given by “C., H.,” 
No. 21. p. 332.].  “ Bearing no printer’s name, nor 
date of printing, I have placed it to Crowley, being 
a printer, as having the justest claim to it” (p. 762.). 
