has been said indeed, and truly, of Cowley, that "we love the language of his heart;" yet, from what we know of his life, we do not believe even him to be free from self-deceit, when he says so prettily, but at the same time so falsely: "If ever I more riches did desire, Than cleanliness and quiet do require; That he might love an humble life is very possible, but that it is meanness to wish to be great is not truc. Nevertheless, he is the poet of retirement and simple life, and, therefore, of nature; and hence all who are tired or vexed with the world, who are disappointed in their ambition, or have failed in their pursuit of riches, love him. Hence, too, he is a book for the closet, and we readily beguile ourselves with his rhapsodies in praise of the farm, and the garden, and obscurity; Aglaus, Abdolonymus, and Diocletian; Aglaus, who, though he lived unknown, was pronounced by the oracle as the happiest of men; Abdolonymus, who unwillingly exchanged his garden for a throne; and Diocletian, who willingly exchanged his throne for a garden. As to obscurity, he thinks it the pleasantest condition of life, for "What a brave privilege is it," says he, "to be free from all contentions, from all envyings, or being envied; from receiving and paying all kinds of ceremonies! It was the case of Æneas and Achates, when they walked invisibly about the fields and streets of Carthage, Venus herself having thickened the air on purpose for their concealment.” Much as may be said against this position, far be it from me to take away from him who is disposed really to enjoy what Cowley so strongly fancied, the pleasure, if he find it such, of the "Secretum iter, et fallentis semita vitæ."* Nor would I dissuade any one who courted independence, from the pleasing elucidation of it to be found in this amiable poet's essays in verse and prose, in which the lover of romance and a life free from restraint may lose himself with much enjoyment. Let him particularly look into the essay upon Liberty, in which the poet's favourite maxim is supported with a great deal of agreeable argument as well as learning. The picture of the slavery of those Romans whose ambition made them candidates for popular honours is forcibly given; and the apophthegm of Seneca, that "a great fortune is a great servitude," well illustrated. The impression, however, that Cowley exaggerated, if he did not coin, his own fancies in favour of retirement, as he did in his "Mistress" in favour of his supposed attachments, weakens the force of this otherwise pleasing rhapsody. Yet, so smoothly do his beguiling numbers flow on the all-attracting subject, *Not easily translated, from the ambiguity of the word "fallentis." The best version of it is, perhaps, "The secret path of life, led, as it were, by stealth;" in other words, "in obscurity." that many a young mind has, like his, renounced ambition to cultivate the muse. I am not sure that some of the lines in the "Complaint," perhaps the most pathetic of his strains, had not their effect in turning me into a dreamer in early life, and making me remain so ever since, instead of the man of business which I at least intended to be. What youth of the least sensibility could resist the fond reproaches of his Muse, who appeared to the bard in a vision, after he had broken the fetters which bound him to the court? "Art thou return'd at last (said she) But when I meant to adopt thee as my son, As ever any of the mighty Nine Had to their dearest children done; Then I resolv'd t'exalt thy anointed name Among the spiritual lords of peaceful fame; Thou, changeling! thou, bewitch'd with noise and show, Wouldst see the world abroad, and have a share In all the follies and the tumults there: Thou wouldst, forsooth, be something in a state; And business thou wouldst find and wouldst create. Of human lusts to shake off innocence." In another poem, less dignified, perhaps, in imagery, but more home to the feeling, he thus begins the praises of a country life: "Blest be the man (and blest he is) whome'er, The field gives all that frugal Nature needs; He sees; nor does the sight disturb his rest, These two poems paint beautifully the charms of "Retired leisure, That in trim gardens takes its pleasure." No doubt the author was sincere in all the sentiments that pervade them; and if the leisure he recommends, and a retirement from struggle, do not make men mere idle dreamers; if they use this leisure and independence to master science, and perfect themselves in that innocency of life which temptation and the world oppose, we should toto corde agree with him. 'Tis therefore, if only for the chance of it, that we give these pleasing pictures of the mind of a man well versed in courts, and for years active in their business, without being corrupted by their vices. That he was not allowed to profit long by the tardy justice done him, when he at last reaped the reward of his service, must not make us question his sincerity, or repine at his fate. To death, it belongs to man only to submit; we must not, and we dare not, canvass the circumstances, or the justice, that attend his visit No. VI. SIR JOHN HARINGTON. ""Tis an unseason'd courtier. Good, my lord, Advise him." SHAKSPEARE: All's Well that Ends Well. FROM the "melancholy Cowley," discussed in the last Number, we cheerfully turn to a very different person; an actor on life's theatre, whose independence being scemingly founded more in his constitutional feelings, though by no means devoid of the supports of a wise and observing mind, was, perhaps, less questionable than Cowley's. Yet he also was a poet, and, therefore, given to fiction. He, too, had seen courts, wherein he sought fortune and missed it; but he did not on that account, like Swift, though he retired, retire in a pet. I mean the gay, joyous, spirited, and natural Sir John Harington, to whose cultivation, though born a country gentleman, his translation of Ariosto bears testimony; and who to courts was so far not averse, that he consented to seek fortune in them, but, failing of success, left them without remorse, and returned to the peace of private life unchanged and unscathed. He had been induced, by the hope of success, to seek the service of Queen Elizabeth, who was his godmother, and not indisposed towards him. Nevertheless, whether from philosophy, or a sturdy indif |