received a third from you concerning York House. Its trew that Sir John Epslie, a week agone, spoke with me about it, and asked me whether I still desired it or not; for, said he, if you do, I am promised by my Lady Greslies meanes to get it you. 1 bad him do it; but since you go on the more solid way for my ends, I will forbid him meddling any more, and for that purpose I am contented to write that letter to my Lord of St. Albans, tho' he will discover me when I shall be in possession of the house; at which time he will also discover his own base folly, for I am far from quareling such a poore afflicted mau as he is."* It may not be inappropriate to close this long list of correspondence by a reference to two letters from Lord Keeper Williams to Lord Cranfield, both betraying a trace of satirical banter when referring to the misfortunes of the fallen Bacon. They are both in the valuable collection of Earl de la Warr.+ I find mention of many of his works scattered through the reports, but space will not allow of a detailed list; and as it is not always possible to state the date of publication, it would serve no good end to point out their several locations. Mr. Philips has an early copy of three of his essays, viz., on Revenge, Adverșitie, and Innovations, and Earl de la Warr has a petition from Mons. Jurnall to the Duke of Buckingham, in which it is stated that he was employed by the King "to translate the whole works of Viscount St. Albans and others of your best writers," which shows that James appreciated somewhat those works which could not find a kindly hearing till a later age, when St. Albans was forgotten, but Bacon remembered. || Dr. Abbott states that he has endeavoured to view Bacon's character as a whole, aud not in two halves, as Lord Macaulay does; and to the biographer this view is, of course, the proper one. For those who wish to find the carcer of this great man mentioned in history, however, the tarnished name of the statesman need never approach the lofty position of the philosopher, "the degrading trappings of civic pomp" need never be regretted; for, while the latter attach themselves to Viscount St. Albans, they cannot affect a name which has lived through all, which has bid defiance to the mandate of the sovereign, and still shines unadorned, but by its own greatness, the immortal name of Francis Bacon. G. LAURENCE GOMME, F.R. Hist. S. Spedding, vol. xiv., pp. 334, 347. Reports, iv., 306. || It is stated in a letter from Chamberlain to Carleton (Calendar of State Papers, James I., Domestic Series), "that a fool could not have written such a work, and a wise man would not " in reference to Instauratio Magna. THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH. WITH rusty old sword in the cabir, Of the groaning and storm-tossed bark, Old Ponce de Leon sat stabbing At the ravenous rats in the dark; For the lamp's last oil was low burning, And the wick gave a flickering glare, Now dying and now returning, As hope might fight on with despair. By the table Don Pedro sat starving, No beggar would ever have worn; By his side was the scourge of the sinner, Said de Leon, "My good friends and trusty, And I feel rather older, in truth, Than if I had spent them in Spain. "Yet I grieve when I think of the glory, The honour to Catholic Spain, My name, ever famous in story, My life to live over again. The council, the court, and the battle, For which we have travelled so far." Said Pedro, "Before that we started, I was never accustomed to wash ; "Keep on !" shouted Francis, the friar, For ever and ever we'll tack; My dreams shall not prove me a liar, And my glorious youth shall come back. Give me time, and my foot shall be planted On the neck of the monarch and slave; And never a pleasure I wanted Untasted this side of the grave." Hark! a shout, and a footstep comes flying, If we picked up some victuals and drink." "Man the boats, search the woods and the caves, Take the bloodhounds, but mind where they bite. We don't want to kill the poor slaves; It's sufficient to give them a fright. "Speak up!" said de Leon, politely, Said Pedro, "Let me try my hand," And he pulled from his store a doubloon; She sank with a groan on the sand, And remained a long time in a swoon. Father Francis whose voice was all honey, She drank, and her eyes opened staring, She was lively beyond all comparing― In fact, she did nothing but talk! "Was this Bimini ?" "Yes," with persistence, She cried, and I know it too well!" "Was the Fountain of Youth in existence ?" "As certain as Heaven and Hell!" "By the powers above and infernal, "I don't want to be youthful for ever." Through mangrove and muddy slush wading, And just as the twilight was fading, "It's dirty," said Pedro, quite crusty, "Which nobody here can deny; But, then, my old garments are rusty, And they not so nasty as I It's a difficult job we must handle, But the game is at least worth the candle, "What!" shouted the hag, "will you venture Without hesitation or doubt? Do you know if the water you enter If your soul is not free from all evil, "Don't you know that to live on for ever, I'll follow it up like a man, Put the vessel about for old Cadiz, J. T. W. B. |