H NETHER LOG H A BE R. 



Let him for succour sue from place to place, 

 Torn from his subjects and his son's embrace, 

 First let him see his friends in battle slain, 

 And their untimely fate lament in vain ; 

 And when at length the cruel wars shall cease, 

 On hard conditions may he buy his peace. 

 Nor let him then enjoy supreme command, 

 But fall untimely by some hostile hand, 

 And lie unburied on the barren sand. " 



Lord Falkland's eye fell on the following lines in the eleventh 

 book : 



" Non haec, Palla, dederas promissa parent!. 



Cautius ut saevo velles te credere Marti ! 



Haud ignarus eram, quantum nova gloria in armis, 



Et predulce decus primo certamine posset. 



Primitiae juvenis miserse ! bellique propinqui 



Dura rudimenta ! et nulli exaudita Deorum 



Vota, precesque meae ! " 



which the same translator has rendered as follows : 



' ' O Pallas, thou hast failed thy plighted word, 

 To fight with caution, not to tempt the sword ; 

 I warn'd thee, but in vain, for well I knew 

 What perils youthful ardour would pursue ; 

 That boiling blood would carry thee too far, 

 Young as thou wert to dangers, raw to war ; 

 O curs' d essay of arms, disastrous doom, 

 Prelude of bloody fields and fights to come, 

 Hard elements of unauspicious war, 

 Vain vows to heaven and unavailing care." 



How the most pious man of his age, and one of the best kings that 

 ever adorned a throne, suffered death at the hands of his rebellious 

 subjects is well known. Poor Lord Falkland a young nobleman of 

 the most estimable character ; a poet and man of letters, so fond of 

 books that he used to say that " he pitied unlearned gentlemen in 

 a rainy day " fell gallantly fighting for the royal cause in the 

 battle of Newbury, before he had yet completed his thirty-fourth 

 year. It is curious to find the eminent poet Abraham Cowley, a 



