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made the subject of a fine picture by one of the first artists of the present age.

At the same time Count Hollock was under the care of a most excellent surgeon, for a wound in his throat by a musket shot, yet did he neglect his own extremity to save his friend, and sent him to Sir Philip. This surgeon, Qut of love to his master, returning one day to dress his wound, the count asked him, how Sir Philip did? On which he told him, with a heavy countenance, that he was not well. At these words, the worthy prince, having more sense of his friend's wound than his own, exclaimed, "Away villain, never see my face again, till thou bring better news of that man's recovery, for whose redemption many such as I were happily lost."

When all hopes of recovery were gone, Sir Philip called for his will, and having settled his worldly affairs, took an affectionate leave of his brother with these remarkable words :-" Love my memory; cherish my friends, their faith to me may assure you that they are honest. But above all, govern your will and affections by the will and word of your creator; in me beholding the end of this world, with all her vanities."

After languishing near a month, Sir Philip died at Arnheim; and his body was brought over to England, and landed at the Tower, from whence it was conveyed to the church in the Minories, and laid in state; after which it was interred with uncommon solemnity in St. Paul's cathedral.—

So great was the general sorrow for his loss, that the whole nation went into mourning.

Besides his "Arcadia," which passed through numerous editions, Sir Philip wrote " an Apology for Poetry," sonnets, and other pieces, both in prose and verse, but some things, unworthy of his genius, were published after his death by mercenary authors and booksellers, who made this improper use of his name, for the sake of a ready sale.

The death of Sidney was lamented by the two universities in public collections of elegies; and among other votaries of the muses who consecrated chaplets to his memory, was Spenser, to whom he had been a liberal patron.

The life of Sir Philip Sidney, written by Fulke Grevil, lord Brook, is an entertaining performance. No higher proof could be given of the sincerity of friendship than was manifested by this nobleman, who caused a monument to be erected for himself in his life time, with this remarkable epitaph:

"Fulke Grevil, servant to queen Elizabeth, counsellor to king James, and friend to Sir Philip Sidney."

Lord Brook was murdered by his servant out of revenge for not giving him a place in 1628,

SIR JOHN HARRINGTON.

THE respectable family of the Harringtons originally came from Harrington, in Cumberland; of which they were the barons for many generations. When, or on what occasion they removed to Kelston, near Bath, in Somersetshire, we have not been able to find; unless it was when Sir James Harrington was attainted in the reign of king Henry VII. for bearing arms at the battle of Towton, and taking Henry VI. prisoner in consequence of which his estates were confiscated, being no less than twenty-five considerable manors in the north. Queen Elizabeth did one of the family the high honour to stand godmother to him. This was Sir John Harrington, who afterwards became so distinguished at her court for his wit and gallantry; but he is now chiefly known as the translator of Ariosto's Orlando Furioso, and as the author of a volume of Epigrams.

Iu 1596, Sir John published a tract, entitled, "A new Discourse of a State Subject, called the Metamorphosis of Ajax, written by Misacmos, to his friend and cousin Philostilpnos. London: printed for Richard Field, 8vo." This work, of which the title page points out the subject, is executed with a considerable degree of humour, and is frequently alluded to by contemporary writers;

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writers; as in Shakespeare's Love's Labour Lost, Act 5, sc. 2, and the several writers quoted by Mr. Steevens in his note on that passage. It is remarkable that for writing this pamphlet, Sir John fell into disgrace with queen Elizabeth. Mr. Robert Markham writing to him two years after, in 1598, says, "Since your departure from hence, you have been spoken of, and with no ill-will, both by the nobles and the queene herselfe. Your booke is almost forgiven, and I may say forgotten; but not for its lacke of wit or satyr. Those whome you feared moste, are now bosoming themselves in the queene's grace; and though her highnesse signified displeasure in outward sorte, yet she did like the marrow of your booke. Your great enemye, Sir James, did once mention the Star-chamber; but your good esteeme in better mindes outdid his endeavors, and all is silente againe. The queene is minded to take you to her favoure; but she sweareth that she believes you will make epigrams, and write Misacmos againe on her, and all the courte. She hath been heard to say, "That merry poet, her god-son, must not come to Greenwich* till he hath grown sober, and leaveth the ladies' sportes and frolickes." She did conceive much disquiet on being told you had aimed a shaft at Leicester. I wish you knew the

The court was then held there.

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author of that ill-deed; I would not be in his jerkin for a thousand markes.*"

The indulgence shewn him by his royal mistress contributed to the number of his writings, as well as to their poignancy. He was the Martial of his days having written a book of epigrams which were once much admired, and still are thought highly respectable. His reputation for that species of writing, soon gained him both love and fear. We are told that at an ordinary at Bath, where our author dined with much company, the servant maid who attended was observed to be more particularly attentive to him, than to the rest of the guests; this partiality occasioned an enquiry, why Harrington was to be observed, and the rest neglected. To which the simple damsel replied, to the diversion of the company, "I fear if I dont serve that gentleman, he will make epigrams upon me."

It is not surprising that a man of so volatile a disposition, and gay a turn, amidst the favours of a court, and flattery of friends, should be profuse in his expenses. Although his fortune was considerable (for Fuller teils us he was a poet in all things but poverty) yet his extravagance was still greater; and he was obliged to part with his estates, particularly one called Nyland, in Somersetshire, or Dorsetshire. Soon after he was ri

* Nugæ Antiquæ, Vol. II. p. 242:

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