often had of this heavenly Canaan, when he was upon his mount of contemplation; but now he is gotten up to the top of the ladder, and seeth the face of God indeed in the true Peniel.

Methinks now I hear some of you say with Balaam, O that I might die the death of the righteous, and that my latter end might be like his! I shall tell you, in a few words, how that may, and I have done.

Follow the steps of his holy life, and the instructions of his godly books; learn of Israel and of this parallel father, to prize the spiritual birthright, above any present fleshly enjoyments, and to wrestle with God for it in prayer: meditate much and often of heaven and heavenly things, as he did; imitate him in his holy vows, and be careful to pay them: follow, I say, the steps of his faith and charity, and you cannot miss of such an end: For as many as walk according to this rule, peace shall be upon them, and upon the Israel of God. AMEN.

EPITAPH

ON THE MONUMENT OF MR. HENRY BRIGHT, IN WORCESTER CATHEDRAL,

Composed by Doctor Jos. HALL, then Dean of Worcester.

Mane, Hospes, & lege.
Magister HENRICUS BRIGHT,
celeberrimus Gymnasiarcha,

qui Scholæ Regiæ istic fundatæ
per totos Qudraginta Annos summâ cum
laude præfuit :

Quo non alter magis sedulus fuit scitusve aut dexter
in Latinis, Græcis, Hebraicis,

Literis feliciter edocendis :

Teste utrâque Academiâ, quam instruxit affatim numerosâ pube literariâ:

Sed et totidem annis eoque amplius Theologiam

professus,

et hujus Ecclesiæ per septemnium Canonicus major, Sæpissime hic & alibi sacrum Dei Præconem magno cum zelo & fructu egit:

Vir pius, doctus, integer, frugi, de Republicâ
deque Ecclesia optimè meritus,
à laboribus perdiu

pernoctuque ab anno 1562 ad 1626,

strenuè usque extant latis, 4to Martii suaviter requievit in Domino.

See Fuller's Worthies of England in Worcestershire.

ANGELUS E CELO AD ANGELUM ECCLESIÆ N. AD COELUM TRANSEUNTEM.

AVE Pater Sancte,

Gratis dilecte, gratiâ jam plene,
Dominus tecum, túq; cum Domino,
Semper fuit, semper es futurus.

Benedictus tu inter viros, inter angelos.

En age, ociùs hanc nostram ascendas alam,
Simulq; ascendamus hanc scalam gavoxxaxa:
Quin et properare jussit expectans Dominus,
Idémq; cupiunt conservi omnes,
Gestientes videre, aventes exosculari.
Uterq; te manet gratulabundus Adamus
Et qui perdidit, et qui servavit.

Jamjam aperuit sinum,

Fidus Fidorum Pater Abraham:

Brachiisq; extensis adstat Parallelus Israel,
Cum charissimo filio cognomine Josepho.
Fratrésq; omnes in amplexum ruituri.

Quid moraris, quid miraris

Lumina hæc pervia?

Quid Lunam argenteam noctis reginam?
Quid aureum solem diei regem?

In sidera errantia quid errant oculi?

In fixa quid figis Lumina?

Proso-metrica.

In Ascensu.

Quorsum (post solem) duodena signa pervagaris?

Non est hoc veri nominis, nec numinis Ceelum
Non hæc aula Jovis 'Αρισομεγισ8 :

Sed ejusdem camerata cella.

Nec sunt hæc lumina verè cœlestia
Sed umbra luminum super-coelestium.

Attolle oculos, aspice justitiæ solem,
Suo jam culminantem
Fixo æternoq. meridie.
Hujusq; radiis gloriâ plenam,
Formosam lunam verè lucinam,
Scilicet quæ peperit lucem parentem.
Ecce Patriarcharum bis sena signa
Totidemq; Apostolorum antitypum Senatum.
Ecce Saturnum grandævum Adamum:
Jovemq; legiferum Mosen:
Martem, bellicosum Josuam:
Eliam, Mercurium, post coelica peracta jussa
Ad coelum impigrè revolantem.
Ecce Hesperum solis præcursorem

Johannem Baptistam.

Ecce Pleiades Empyreos,

Septem Fratres, stellas Asiaticas:
Ecce agmina minorum syderum,

Variantis magnitudinis,

Omnia tibi lucem præbent Venturo.

Adjunge latus debito choro,
Auge destinatam constellationem,

Sed primum, coeli amicus, induas amictum coelestem.

Hanc scilicet gloriæ albam,

Pro terreâ direptâ pallâ ;

Illam victricem palmam,

Pro extorto pastorali pedo:
Istam coronam sideream,

Pro tenui decussâ cydari.

Vide Arborem vitæ de quâ toties legisti,

Hujus nunc fructum legas,

Et æternum vivas.

J.W. M.A.

UPON THE MUCH-LAMENTED DEATH OF THE

REV. FATHER JOSEPH, LATE LORD

BISHOP OF NORWICH.

OUR Father dead? can any dumb-born son
Forbear to cry, Die, and we are undone?
Ah! could our cries his flying ghost recall,
"T had soon returned to its wonted stall:

But since

From hence

It must; blow high our deep-fetch'd sighs, and land
This high-priz'd treasure on the heav'nly strand.
That's all we can, for without his own skill

Of tongue and fancy, can't the briskest quill

His worth

Set forth,

Yet cry we must, and though in uncouth tones,
And dreary accents of confused groans,
Tell the mis-deeming world-

What rich embroidery of wit and grace,
Like sparkling diamonds set in golden case,
Like the pure white and red, in beauty's cheek,
With sweet contention that precedence seek,

Possest

That breast.

How sweet a dresse of smiling gravity
Sate on that reverend brow; how solidly
Fraughted with Gospel treasure at its home,
That soul's arriv'd like ship from Indies come.
See in that mind a land-skip of all graces
Pourtray'd to life, rank'd in their proper places.