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ating effect of the popular outcry, ‘““No 
Bishops;’’ but no spot ever sullied his 
fair fame. The remainder of his life 
was spent in retirement. 
Bishop Hall is little known as a poet, 
but that he possessed no mean poetic gift 
appears evident from his Satires which 
are full of animation, of strong coloring, 
with traces of genuine humor. ‘They 
are, however, deformed by obscurities, 
a remote phraseology and abrupt express- 
ions, such as repel most modern readers; 
the subjects, also, and the whole atmo- 
sphere, are foreign to modern life and 
modes of thought. “The dictum of Wal- 
ton that they are “‘marked by a classical 
precision to which English poetry had 
yet rarely attained,” seems somewhat 
exagerated; but Pope esteemed them the 
best poetry and truest satire in the lan- 
guage. 
It is upon his prose works that Hall’s 
fame chiefly rests. For solidity and en- 
during value, they have seldom been sur- 
passed. We see him at his best, per- 
haps, in his ‘‘Contemplations on the 
Historical Passages of the Old and New 
Testaments.’’ For richness of thought, 
originality of conception, and felicity of 
illustration, this work ranks high in Eng- 
lish literature. It reminds one of an old 
garden, somewhat formal and artificial, 
but rich in flowers and fruits. It is as 
picturesque as an ivy-covered castle, full 
of antithesis and surprises, but withal of 
charming simpuicity and solid wisdom. 
One hardly knows which more to admire, 
the author’s profound learning or his 
deeply devotional spirit, the vigor of the 
thought or the beauty of the diction; the 
apples are gold, but the basket that con- 
tains them is silver. Quotations might 
be made from every page, showing the 
mingled shrewdness and piety, the spark- 
ling wit and the serious gravity of the 
versatile writer. 
The life of Bishop Hall was that of a 
scholar; he passed delightful days “‘in 
so many improvements of reason, in such 
sweetness of knowledge, in such variety of 
studies, insuch1 importunity of thoughts,”’ 
that life was never wearisome, but filled 
with constant refreshment and solace. 
He found a constant spring of comfort 
in his literary activity; his study was a 
retreat in which he found peace amid the 
political and ecclesiastical turmoil around 
him; and that study was not only a haven 
of rest, but a work-room filled with books 
that were his tools as well as his com- 
panions. He might have written with 
Southey: 
““My days among the dead are passed; 
Around me I behold, 
W here’ er these casual eyes are cast, 
The mighty minds of old; 
My never-failing friends are they, 
With whom I converse day by day.’”’ 
Bishop Hall was a laborious, conscien- 
tious, and in the language of his time 
a painful preacher. At Waltham, for 
sixteen years, as before at Halstead, he 
preached thrice in the week. “‘Yet 
never,’’ he says, ‘‘durst I climb into the 
pulpit to preach any sermon, whereof | 
had not before penned every word in the 
same order wherein | hoped to deliver 
it, although in the expression | listed not 
to be a slave to syllables;’’ apparently 
combining thoughtful preparation with 
freedom of delivery. 
Bishop Hall was a man of peace in an 
age of controversy; he loved the country 
with its retirement, for which his nature 
seemed better fitted than for the distrac- 
tions and cares of office. ““The court 
is for honor, the city for gain, the coun- 
try for quietness; a blessing that need 
not, in the judgment of the wisest, yield 
to the other two.’’ ‘The atmosphere in 
which this good man lived, and in which 
he found the inspiration which breathes 
throughout his pages, was one of content- 
ment and humility, of nicessant activity 
and of conscientious service. He sought 
no human applause, but when he passed 
over, in the fulness of years, of wisdom, 
and of goodness, how the trumpets must 
have sounded for him on the other side. 
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