says, that under the pretence of describing the Terra Australis Incognita, Hall reversed the plan of Sir T. More's Utopia, and characterized the vices of existing nations.

Hall's (J.) Virgedemiarium.

The three first Books, called "Toothless Satires, Poetical, Academical, and Moral," were first printed by T. Creed for R. Dexter. 12mo. Lond. 1597.

The three last Books appeared under the Title of Virgedimiarium, The three last Bookes of Byting Satyres. 12mo. Lond. Printed by R. Bradocke for R. Dexter, &c. 1598. It begins with Satires of Book 4.

. This original edition complete is estimated by Dibdin at 157. Longman and Co. in the Bibl. Ang. Poet, mark a copy at 257.

The next edition (of the whole) is entitled Virgedimiarium, the three last (in reality all six) Bookes of the Byting Satyres, corrected and amended with some additions by J. H. 12mo. Lond. for R. Dexter, &c. 1599.*

G. Nassau, 1824, 17. 18.

Ditto. 8vo. 1602.

Brand, 27. 128. 6d.; Stevens, 31. 38.

where he taught several Ganzas or Wild Geese to fly with a light machine, and to fetch and carry things for his convenience. He after some time ventured to put himself into the machine, and they carried him with great ease. He happened to be in this Ærial Chariot when these Ganzas, which were birds of passage, took their flight to the Moon, and was directly carried to that Planet. He gives a very ingenious description of what occurred in his Journey, and also of the Wonders he saw when he arrived there."

* See Warton's Observations on Spense, vol. i. p. 187, 8vo.

Reprinted at Oxford. 12mo. 1753,

G. Nassau, 1824, 12s.

Gray, the Poet, in a letter to his friend Dr. Wharton, of Durham, alluding to this edition, says, "Bishop Hall's Satires, called Virgidemiarium, are lately republished. They are full of spirit and poetry, as much of the first as Dr. Donne, and far more of the latter; they were written when he was about 23 years. old."

These Satires, with Notes by Singer, in addition to Warton's observations, have been republished in 8vo. 1824. They may also be found in the 10th volume of Hall's Works, Svo. 1808, with Warton's Notes, as well as Mr. Ellis's and Mr. Pratt's Illustrations.

Of our Satirical Poetry, taking satire in its moral and dignified sense, Hall, according to Campbell, claims and may be allowed to be the founder thus in the Prologue to his Satires he says

I first adventure with fool hardy might,
To thread the steps of perilous despight:
I first adventure, follow me who list,
And be the second English Satyrist.

Hall's Prologue to Book 3, implies his knowledge of former Satirists.

"Some say my Satyrs over-loosely flow,

Nor hide their gall inough from open show:

Not riddle like, obscuring their intent;

But, packe-staffe plaine, uttering what thing they meant,
Contrairie to the Roman Ancients,

Whose words were short, and darksome was their sence.

Who reads one line of their harsh poesies,

Thrise must he tak his wind, and breath him thrise.

My muse would follow them that have fore-gone,

But cannot with an English Pineon:

For looke how farre the Ancient Comedie
Past former Satyrs in her Libertie;

So farre must mine yeelde unto them of olde,
'Tis better be too bad, than be too bold.

Prologue to Book 3.

The first satire of the third Book affords a fair specimen of the Author, and, in the opinion of Mr. Ellis, strikingly resembles the VIth Satire of Juvenal; it exhibits a lively contrast between the olden time and the effeminacy of the Satirists own cotemporaries.

BOOK III.-SATIRE I.

Time was, and that was term'd the Time of Gold,
Whose world and time were yong, that now are old:
(When quiet Saturn swaid the mace of Lead;
And Pride was yet unborne, and yet unbred.)
Time was, that, whiles the Autumne fall did last,
Our hungry Sires gap't for the falling Mast

Of the Dodonian okes.

Could no unhusked akorne leave the tree,

But there was challenge made whose it might bee.
And, if some nice and likuorous appetite

Desir'd more daintie dish of rare delite,

They scal'd the stored Crab with clasped knee,
"Till they had sated their delicious eie:
Or search'd the hopefull thicks of hedgy-rowes,
For brierie berries, or hawes, or sourer sloes:
Or, when they meant to fare fin'st of all,
They lick't oake-leaves besprint with hony fall.
As for the thrise three-angled Beechnut shell,
Or Chesnut's armed huske and hid kernell,
No Squire durst touch, the Law would not afford,
Kept for the Court, and for the Kings owne bord.

Their Royall Plate was clay, or wood, or stone,
The Vulgar, save his hand, else had he none.
Their only seller was the neighbour brooke:
None did for better care, for better looke.
Was then no paying of the Brewer's scape,
Nor greedie Vintner mixt the strained grape.
The King's Pavilion was the grassy green,
Under safe shelter of the shadie treen.
Under each banke men layd their lims along,
Not wishing any ease, not fearing wrong:
Clad with their owne, as they were made of old,
Not fearing shame, not feeling any cold.
But when, by Ceres huswifry and paine

Men learn'd to bury the reviving graine;
And father Janus taught the new found Vine
Rise on the Elme, with many a Friendly Twine;
And base desire bade men to delven low,

For needlesse mettals; then 'gan mischief grow.
Then farewell, fayrest age, the worlds best dayes;
Thriving in ill, as it in age decaies.-

Then crept in Pride, and Peevish Covetise;
And Men grew gredy, discordous, and nice.
Now Man, that earst haile-fellow was with Beast,
Woxe on to weene himselfe a God at least.

No

aery foule can take so high a flight,

Tho' she her daring wings in clouds have dight;
Nor Fish can dive so deep in yeelding sea,
Tho' Thetis' self should swear her safetie;
Nor fearefull Beast can dig his caye so lowe,
As could he further than Earth's centre go;
As that the ayre, the earth, or ocean,
Should shield them from the gorge of greedy Man.
Hath utmost Inde ought better, than his owne?
Then utmost Inde is neare, and rife to gone.
O Nature! was the World ordain'd for nought

But fill Man's maw, and feed Man's idle thought?
Thy Grandsire's words savour'd of thriftie leekes,
Or manly garlick; but thy furnace reekes
Hote steams of wine; and can aloofe descrie
The drunken draughts of sweete autummitie.
They naked went; or clad in ruder hide,
Or home-spun russet, void of forraine pride:
But thou canst maske in garish gauderie,
To smite a foole's far-fetched liverie.
A French head join'd to necke Italian:

Thy thighs from Germanie, and breast fro' Spain:
An Englishman is none, a fool in all:
Many in one, and one in severall.

Then Men were Men; but now the greater part
Beasts are in life, and Women are in heart.
Good nature 'selfe, that homely Emperour,
In proudest pompe was not so clad of yore,
As is the under Groome of the Ostlerie,
Husbanding it in work day yeomanrie.
Lo! the long date of those expired dayes,
Which the inspired Merlin's word fore-says;
When dunghill peasants shall be dight as Kings

Then one confusion another brings:

Then fare well, fairest age, the Worlds best dayes

Thriving in all, as it in age decayes.

In Phillips's Theatrum Poetarum, 8vo. Canterbury, 1800, p. 326, &c. may be found a concise and satisfactory account of Bishop Hall. "He is universally allowed," says Phillips, " to have been a man of great wit and learning, and of as great meekness, modesty, and piety." His works, published at various periods in folio, quarto, and octavo, "are filled," says Bayle, "with fine thoughts, excellent morality, and a great deal of picty."