of fortune, which are this moment up, and down the next; and therefore humbly advised him to use his victory so soberly, as still to put on thoughts of peace.' Which advice, though it seemed to be spoken with some passion, (his dear mistress, the Queen of Bohemia, being concerned in it,) was yet taken in good part by the Emperor, who replied, ‘That he would consider his advice. And though he looked on the King, his master, as an abettor of his enemy, the paulsgrave; yet for Sir Henry himself, his behaviour had been such during the manage of the treaty, that he took him to be a person of much honour and merit; and did therefore desire him to accept of that jewel, as a testimony of his good opinion of him;' which was a jewel of diamonds of more value than a thousand pounds. 6 "This jewel was received with all outward circumstances and terms of honour by Sir Henry Wotton. But the next morning, at his departing from Vienna, he at his taking leave of the Countess of Sabrina, (an Italian lady, in whose house the Emperor had appointed him to be lodged and honourably entertained,) acknowledged her merits, and besought her to accept of that jewel, as a testimony of his gratitude for her civilities; presenting her with the same that was given him by the Emperor: which being suddenly discovered, and told to the Emperor, was by him taken for a high affront, and Sir Henry Wotton told so by a messenger. To which he replied, That though he received with thankfulness, yet he found in himself an indisposition to be the better for any gift that came from an enemy to his royal mistress, the Queen of Bohemia;' for so she was pleased he should always call her." It was manly in Wotton to uphold the cause of his fallen mistress, but others were not so loyal. She was an object of ridicule with many, and figured in the caricatures of the time, " as a poor Irish mantler, with her hair hanging about her ears, and her child at her back, and the King, her father, carrying the cradle after her." Charles the First, on his accession to the throne, declared to his Parliament that the recovery of the Palatinate should be a primary object of his political consideration, but little was done till 1632, when Gustavus of Sweden proffered his aid to that end. His conditions, however, were so unsatisfactory to Charles, with whom he was then at war, that the latter broke up the treaty which had been proposed, and withdrew his ambassador from Stockholm. The Elector then negotiated with Gustavus on his own account, but the death of the Swedish king, who was killed at the battle of Lutzen, on the 6th of November, 1632, frustrated his hopes, and perhaps hastened his death, which took place at Mentz on the 29th of the same month. Elizabeth remained at the Hague, and lived for many years in the utmost privacy, passing her time in educating her children, and in writing letters to eminent men. Her affairs were managed by Lord Craven, who had entered the military service of Holland, in order to be near her, and to whom she is supposed to have been secretly married. The Lower Palatinate was restored to her son, Charles Lewis, in 1648, but she profited but little by it. She lingered in want and exile until the Restoration of Charles the Second, when she was invited to England. She arrived in London on the 17th of May, 1661, and died on the 13th of February of the following year. The date of Wotton's poem has never been settled, but it must have been written between the 7th of November, 1619, the day of her coronation as Queen of Bohemia, and some time in 1624, when it was printed in "THE SIXT SET OF BOOKES," a musical publication by Michaell Est. I place it in 1620, before the fatal battle of Prague. ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA. You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes, You curious chanters of the wood, That warble forth dame Nature's lays, By your weak accents, what's your praise You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, As if the spring were all your own, So when my mistress shall be seen, In form, and beauty of her mind, THOMAS RANDOLPH. 1605-1634. ["Poems, with the Muses' Looking Glass." 1638.] TO ONE ADMIRING HERSELF IN A LOOKING GLASS. Fair lady, when you see the grace The thing that men most doat upon. Wise Nature would not let your eye Now you have what to love, you'll say, WILLIAM HABINGTON. 1605-1654. CASTARA. THE Castara of Habington's poetry was Lucia Herbert, the daughter of William Herbert, the first Lord Powis. By her mother's side she was related to the Percys of Northumberland, who traced their descent back to Charlemagne. Habington's family, though a good one, was not equal to hers, which may have been the reason why her father objected to him as a lover. For my Lord Powis did object, we learn, though Lady Eleanor, his wife, sympathized with the poet from the first. In a poetical epistle which he addressed to her ladyship, he compliments her on the clearness of her judgment of him, and proclaims the unselfishness of his love for her daughter: "Would Castara were The daughter of some mountaine cottager, Should set themselves out glorious in her stealth, He also addressed an epistle to Lord Powis, but it was after his marriage with Castara. "The holy lights," he says, |