great worth. And my will and desire is, that he shall be kind to his aunt Beachame, and his aunt Rose Ken; by allowing the first about fifty shillings a year, in or for bacon and cheese, not more, and paying four pounds a year towards the boarding of her son's dyet to Mr. John Whitehead: for his aunt Ken, I desire him to be kind to her according to her necessitie and his own abilitie; and I commend one of her children, to breed up as I have said I intend to do, if he shall be able to do it, as I know he will; for they be good folke. I give to Mr. John Darbyshire the Sermons of Mr. Anthony Farringdon, or of Dr. Sanderson, which my executor thinks fit. To my servant, Thomas Edgill, I give five pound in money, and all my cloths, linen and woollen, except one suit of cloths, which I give to Mr. Holinshed, and forty shillings if the said Thomas be my servant at my death; if not, my cloths only. And I give my old friend, Mr. Richard Marriott,* ten pounds in money, to be paid him within three months after my death; and I desire my son to shew kindness to him if he shall neede, and my son can spare it. And I do hereby will and declare my son Izaak to be my sole executor of this my last will and testament; and Dr. Hawkins to see that he performs it; which I doubt not but he will. I desire my burial may be near the place of my death, and free from any ostentation or charge, but privately. This I make to be my last will (to which I shall only add the codicil for rings), this sixteenth day of August, * Bookseller, and his Publisher. one thousand six hundred eighty-three. IZAAK WALTON. Witness to this will. The rings I give, are as on the other side. To my brother John Ken; to my sister, his wife; to my brother, Doctor Ken; to my sister Pye; to Mr. Francis Morley; to Mr. George Vernon; to his wife; to his three daughters; to Mistris Nelson; to Mr. Richard Walton; to Mr. Palmer; to Mr. Taylor; to Mr. Thomas Garrard; to the Lord Bishop of Sarum; to Mr. Rede, his servant; to my cousin Dorothy Kenrick; to my cousin Lewin; to Mr. Walter Higgs; to Mr. Charles Cotton; to Mr. Richard Marryot: 22. To my brother Beacham; to my sister, his wife; to the lady Anne How; to Mrs. King, Doctor Phillips's wife; to Mr. Valentine Harecourt; to Mrs. Eliza Johnson; to Mrs. Mary Rogers; to Mrs. Eliza Milward; to Mrs. Dorothy Wollop; to Mr. Will. Milward, of Christ-church, Oxford; to Mr. John Darbyshire; to Mr. Undevill; to Mrs. Rock; to Mr. Peter White; to Mr. John Lloyde; to my cousin Creinsell's Widow; Mrs. Dalbin must not be forgotten 16. IZAAK WALTON. Note, that several lines are blotted out of this will, for they were twice repeated, and that this will is now signed and sealed this twenty and fourth day of October, one thousand six hundred eighty-three, in the presence of us: Witness, Abraham Markland, Jos. Taylor, Thomas Crawley. [The following are the verses mentioned on page lxxviii.] THE RETIREMENT. STANZES IRREGULIERS, ΤΟ MR. IZAAK WALTON. I. FAREWELL, thou busy world, and may Here I can eat, and sleep, and pray, II. Good God! how sweet are all things here! How cleanly do we feed and lie! What peace, what unanimity! How innocent from the lewd fashion Is all our business, all our recreation! III. Oh how happy here 's our leisure! By turns to come and visit ye! IV. Dear solitude, the soul's best friend, And would be glad to do so still, For it is thou alone, that keep'st the soul awake. V. How calm and quiet a delight Is it, alone, To read, and meditate, and write, By none offended, and offending none! To walk, ride, sit, or sleep at one's own ease! VI. Oh my beloved nymph, fair Dove! Princess of rivers! how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie, And view thy silver stream, When gilded by a summer's beam! And, with my angle, upon them I ever learnt, industriously to try. VII. Such streams Rome's yellow Tiber cannot show, The Maese, the Danube, and the Rhine Are puddle water all, compared with thine : The rapid Garonne, and the winding Seine, Beloved Dove, with thee To vie priority; Nay, Thame and Isis, when conjoined, submit, VIII. Oh my beloved rocks! that rise To awe the earth and brave the skies, Giddy with pleasure, to look down; And, from the vales, to view the noble heights above! Oh my beloved caves! from dog-star's heat And all anxieties my safe retreat : What safety, privacy, what true delight, In the artificial night Your gloomy entrails make, Have I taken, do I take ! How oft, when grief has made me fly, To hide me from society Even of my dearest friends, have I, In your recesses' friendly shade, All my sorrows open laid, And my most secret woes intrusted to your privacy! |