it well may, for most of our world are at present possessed with an opinion, that visions and miracles are ceased. And though it is most certain, that two lutes, being both strung and tuned to an equal pitch, and then one played upon, the other, that which is not touched, being laid upon a table at a fit distance, will (like an echo to a trumpet) warble a faint audible harmony in answer to the same tune, yet many will not believe there is any such thing as a sympathy of souls; and I am well pleased that every reader do enjoy his own opinion: but if the unbelieving will not allow the believing reader of this story a liberty to believe that it may be true, then I wish him to consider, many wise men have believed that the ghost of Julius Cæsar did appear to Brutus, and that both St. Austin, and Monica his mother, had visions in order to his conversion. And though these, and many others (too many to name), have but the authority of human story, yet the incredible reader may find in the sacred story (1 Sam. xxviii.), that Samuel did appear to Saul even after his death (whether really or not, I undertake not to determine). And Bildad', in the book of Job (chap. iv.), says these words :- -"A spirit passed before my face; the hair of my head stood up; fear and trembling came upon me, and made all my bones to shake." Upon which words I will make no comment, but leave them to be considered by the incredulous reader, to whom I also commend this following consideration :—that there be many pious and learned men that believe our merciful God hath assigned to every man a parWalton should have said Eliphaz.

ticular guardian angel, to be his constant monitor, and to attend him in all his dangers both of body and soul. And the opinion, that every man hath his particular angel, may gain some authority by the relation of St. Peter's miraculous deliverance out of prison (Acts xii.), not by many, but by one angel. And this belief, may yet gain more credit by the reader's considering, that when Peter, after his enlargement, knocked at the door of Mary, the mother of John, and Rhoda, the maid-servant, being surprised with joy that Peter was there, did not let him in, but ran in haste and told the disciples (who were then and there met together) that Peter was at the door, and they not believing it, said she was mad; yet when she again affirmed it, though they believed it not, yet they concluded and said, "It is his angel."

More observations of this nature, and inferences from them, might be made to gain the relation a firmer belief; but I forbear, lest I, that intended to be but a relator, may be thought to be an engaged person for the proving what was related to me; and yet I think myself bound to declare, that though it was not told me by Mr. Donne himself, it was told me (now long since) by a person of honour, and of such intimacy with him, that he knew more of the secrets of his soul than any person then living: and I think he told me the truth; for it was told with such circumstances and such asseveration, that (to say nothing of my own thoughts) I verily believe he that told it me did himself believe it to be true.

I forbear the reader's farther trouble, as to the relation and what concerns it, and will conclude mine

with commending to his view a copy of verses given by Mr. Donne to his wife at the time that he then parted from her: and I beg leave to tell, that I have heard some critics, learned both in languages and poetry, say, that none of the Greek or Latin poets did ever equal them.

A VALEDICTION, FORBIDDING TO MOURN.

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,

While some of their sad friends do say,
The breath goes now, and some say-No.

So let us melt and make no noise;

No wind-sighs or tear-floods us move: "Twere profanation of our joys

To tell the laity our love.

Movings of the earth cause harms aud fears;
Men reckon what they did or meant t;
But trepidation of the spheres,

Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love

(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because that doth remove
Those things that elemented it.

But we by a soul so much refined,
That our souls know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,

Care not hands, eyes, or lips to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet

A breach, but an expansion,

Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If we be two, we are two so

As stiff twin-compasses are two:
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but does if th' other do.

And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet, when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and hearkens after it,

And grows erect as mine comes home.

Such thou must be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run:
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And me to end where I begun.

I return from my account of the vision, to tell the reader that both before Mr. Donne's going into France, at his being there, and after his return, many of the nobility and others that were powerful at court, were watchful and solicitous to the king for some secular employment for him. The king had formerly both known and put a value upon his company; and had also given him some hopes of a state employment, being always much pleased when Mr. Donne attended him, especially at his meals, where there were usually many deep discourses of general learning, and very often friendly disputes or debates of religion betwixt his majesty and those divines whose places required their attendance on him at those times; particularly the dean of the chapel, who then was Bishop Montague (the publisher of the learned and eloquent works of his majesty), and the most reverend Dr. Andrews, the late learned Bishop of Winchester, who was then the king's almoner.

About this time there grew many disputes that

concerned the oath of supremacy and allegiance, in which the king had appeared and engaged himself by his public writings now extant. And his majesty discoursing with Mr. Donne, concerning many of the reasons which are usually urged against the taking of those oaths, apprehended such a validity and clearness in his stating the questions, and his answers to them, that his majesty commanded him to bestow some time in drawing the arguments into a method, and then to write his answers to them; and having done that, not to send, but be his own messenger, and bring them to him. To this he presently and diligently applied himself, and within six weeks brought them to him, under his own handwriting, as they be now printed; the book bearing the name of "Pseudo-Martyr," printed anno 1610.

When the king had read and considered that book, he persuaded Mr. Donne to enter into the ministry; to which at that time he was, and appeared very unwilling, apprehending it (such was his mistaken modesty) to be too weighty for his abilities: and though his majesty had promised him a favour, and many persons of worth mediated with his majesty for some secular employment for him (to which his education had adapted him), and particularly the Earl of Somerset, when in his greatest height of favour; who being then at Theobald's with the king, where one of the clerks of the council died that night; the earl posted a messenger for Mr. Donne to come to him immediately, and, at Mr. Donne's coming, said, "Mr. Donne, to testify the reality of my affection, and my purpose to prefer you, stay in this garden till I go up to the d