"The wynde is greate upon the highest hylles,

The quiet lyfe is in the dale belowe,

Who treades on yse shall slyde against their wills,
They want not cares that curious artes would know.
Who lpues at ease and can content him so,

Is perfect wise, and sets vs all to schole,

Who hates this lore may well be called a foole."

A MYRROUR FOR MAGISTRATES, 1571.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. III.

LONDON:

HURST AND BLACKETT, PUBLISHERS,
SUCCESSORS TO HENRY COLBURN,

13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET.

1859.

The right of Translation is reserved.

249. œ. 386.

BOOK VI.

"ITALIA! oh, Italia! thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty, which became
A funeral dower of present woes and past,
On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame,
And annals graved in characters of flame."

BYRON.

"Oh, sir! the good die first,

And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust

Burn to the socket."

WORDSWORTH.

VOL. III.

B

WOODLEIG H.

CHAPTER I.

ABROAD.

MR. MARKINGHAM was right-one does not give up to despair at nineteen years of age, be the disappointment ever so bitter. Nineteen soon patches up the wounds at its heart and gives over apostrophizing the stars; romance loses its morbid charms, and reality comes in for a fair share of favor.

Not that I forgot Constance Woodleigh-my memory was a retentive one, and I could not wholly chase from my thoughts the sunny-faced cousin who had said No to my love suit. Had