My grateful verse thy goodness shall display. Met on thy Thracian shores; when in the strife Of frantic Simoans thou preserv'd'st my life. Thou sav❜dst me from the bloody massacres waves Mix'd with the clouds and open'd their deep graves. * . Then brought'st me home in safety, that this earth HENRY KING. BORN 1591-DIED 1669. HENRY KING was born at Wornall in Bucks, in 1591.-He was successively chaplain to James the First, Dean of Rochester, and Bishop of Chichester. He made a metrical version of the Psalms. All his writings are religious. SIC VITA. LIKE to the falling of a star, The wind blows out, the bubble dies; THE DIRGE. WHAT is the existence of man's life, Till Death's cold hand signs his release ? It is a storm-where the hot blood It is a flower-which buds, and grows, It is a dream-whose seeming truth It is a dial-which points out It is a weary interlude Which doth short joys, long woes, include; SIR JOHN DAVIS. BORN 1570-DIED 1626. SIR JOHN DAVIS was a native of Wiltshire. He was educated at Oxford; and, after having been called to the bar, was expelled, and returned to the university; where he composed his noble poem on the Immortality of the Soul. It was highly esteemed; and a few years afterwards Davis was sent to parliament, and restored to his rank at the bar. He filled several judicial offices of importance in Ireland, during the reign of James I., and was finally appointed Chief-Justice of the King's Bench, but died before he could enter upon this office. His widow, who outlived him for many years, pretended to prophesy; and for her printed revelations obtained a place in the Tower. REASONS FOR THE SOUL'S IMMORTALITY. FOR who did ever yet, in honour, wealth, Or pleasure of the sense, contentment find? Who ever ceased to wish when he had health? Or, having wisdom, was not vexed in mind ? Then as a bee, which among weeds doth fall Which seem sweet flowers, with lustre fresh and gay, She lights on this and that, and tasteth all; But, pleased with none, doth rise and soar away. So when the soul finds here no true content, And, like Noah's dove, can no sure footing take, She doth return from whence she first was sent, And flies to him that first her wings did make. M DRUMMOND. BORN 1585-DIED 1649. WILLIAM DRUMMOND was born at Hawthornden, the romantic seat of his father, in Mid-Lothian, in 1585. He studied law in France; but, on the death of his father, retired to the paternal estate, and passed a life of rural elegance and learned leisure. Early in life Drummond sustained the loss of a young lady to whom he was deeply attached, and to whose memory he has dedicated many of his verses. In middle life he married a daughter of Logan of Restalrig, from some fancied or real resemblance to his first love. He was a devoted royalist, and his grief for the execution of King Charles I. is alleged to have shortened his days. As a poet, Drummond has much sweetness and classic elegance, but little vigour either of fancy or intellect. Drummond's love verses might be greatly abridged without any disadvantage to his reputation as a poet; but his "Flowers of Zion" deserve to be better known than they have ever yet been. He was the friend of Ben Jonson, who walked from London to Hawthornden to visit him. Of this visit there remains a pleasing poetical record, and also a peep behind the curtain that veils learned friendships, which is not quite so edifying. FLOWERS OF ZION. A GOOD that never satisfies the mind, A sweet with floods of gall that runs combin'd, |