after she was come, and knew my sister was in the house, she commanded my Lady of Warwick that my sister should keep her chamber; whereupon, being greatly troubled in myself, I watched when the Queen had supped, to have some speech with her; which I had at large, yet still she giving occasion thereof. Her excuse was, first, she knew not of my sister's coming, and besides, the jealousy that the. world would conceive that all her kindness to my sister was done for love of myself. Such bad excuses gave me a theme large enough, both for answer of them, and to tell her what the true causes were why she would offer this disgrace both to me and to my sister; which was only to please that knave Raleigh, for whose sake I saw she would both grieve me and my love, and disgrace me in the eye of the world. From thence she came to speak of Raleigh, and it seemed she could not well endure anything to be spoken against him; and taking hold of one word, disdain, she said there was no such cause why I should disdain him. This speech troubled me so much, that, as near as I could, I did describe unto her what he had been and what he was; and then I did let her see whether I had cause to disdain his competition of love, or whether I could have comfort to give myself over to the service of a mistress that was in awe of such a man. I spoke, what of grief and choler, as much against him as I could; and I think, he, standing at the door, might very well hear the worst that I spoke of himself. In the end, I saw she was resolved to defend him and to cross me. From thence she came to speak bitterly against my mother; which because I could not endure to see me and my house disgraced (the only matter which both her choler and the practice of my enemies had to work upon), I told her, for mine sister she should not any longer disquiet her; I would, though it were almost midnight, send her away that night; and for myself, I had no joy to be in any place, but loth to be near about her, when I knew my affection so much thrown down, and such a wretch as Raleigh highly esteemed of her. To this she made no answer, but turned her away to my Lady of Warwick. So at that late hour I sent my man away with my sister, and after I came hither myself. This strange alteration is by Raleigh's means; and the Queen, that hath tried all other ways, now will see whether she can by these hard courses drive me to be friends with Raleigh, which rather shall drive me to many other extremities. If you come hither by twelve of the clock, I would fain speak with you. My resolution will let me take no longer time. I will be this night at Marget, and if I can I will ship myself for Flushing. I will see Sluse lost or relieved, which cannot be yet, but is now ready to be done. If I return, I will be welcomed home; if not, una bella morte is better than a disquiet life. This course may seem strange, but the extreme unkind dealing with me drives me to it. My friends will make the best of it, mine enemies cannot say it is unhonest; the danger is mine, and I am content to abide the worst. Whatsoever becomes of me, God grant her to be ever most happy; and so in haste I commit you to God." (July 21, 1587). (ii. 1—4.) The absurd flattery with which the her cannot be more admirably exaged Queen was addressed by all about hibited than in the following letter of Charles Blunt, Earl of Montjoy. It is one of seven, all pretty much in the same style, written from Ireland during Tyrone's rebellion, between 1601 and 1603. "SACRED MAJESTY, "If darkness be the mother of fearful apprehensions, excuse me that so long have wanted those beams of yours, that only give light and lightness to my heart, which cannot but be troubled in so tempestuous a sea, having lost the sight of my only star. But since, by your divine letters I feel the influence, though I see not the heavenly substance, my mind shall sing in the midst of all dangers; for I cannot be so weary, but your voice will make me go cheerfully forwards; nor so sick, but I shall be sound if you bid me be whole. Yet shall I never bid farewell to all bitterness till I kiss your sweet hands, who have only power to lift up or depress my mind, which I have fixed against all other fortunes and armed against all other powers. And, most dear Sovereign, I cannot acknowledge in myself any such swelling thoughts as were fit for Provi、 dence to correct; but rather think that fortune will take this little from your otherwise accomplished happiness, that you shall esteem him least that loveth you most, and want the fruits of a matchless faith by not esteeming me as I am, and ever will be, your truest servant, "MONTJOY." (ii. 28.) At p. 93 we have an interesting letter from Raleigh to his wife, written from the Tower after he had stabbed himself, and was in expectation of death. There is so much to attract in every thing that relates to that singu lar man, that we cannot forbear inserting it, notwithstanding its length. : "Receive from thy unfortunate husband these his last lines, these the last words that ever thou shalt receive from him. That I can live to think never to see thee and my child more, I cannot. I have desired God and disputed with my reason, but nature and compassion hath the victory. That I can live to think how you are both left a spoil to my enemies, and that my name shall be a dishonour to my child, I cannot, I cannot endure the memory thereof: unfortunate woman, unfortunate child, comfort yourselves, trust God and be contented with your poor estate; I would have bettered it if I had enjoyed a few years. Thou art a young woman, and forbear not to marry again it is now nothing to me; thou art no more mine, nor I thine. To witness that thou didst love me once, take care that thou marry not to please sense, but to avoid poverty, and to preserve thy child, That thou didst also love me living, witness it to others; to my poor daughter, to whom I have given nothing; for his sake, who will be cruel to himself to preserve thee. Be charitable to her, and teach thy son to love her for his father's sake. For myself, I am left of all men, that have done good to many. All my good turns forgotten, all my errors revived and expounded to all extremity of ill; all my services, hazards, and expenses for my country, plantings, discoveries, fights, councils, and whatsoever else malice hath now covered over. I am now made an enemy and traitor by the word of an unworthy man; he hath proclaimed me to be a partaker of his vain imaginations, notwithstanding the whole course of my life hath approved the contrary, as my death shall approve it. Woe, woe, woe be unto him by whose falsehood we are lost! he hath separated us asunder; he hath slain my honor, my fortune; he hath robbed thee of thy husband, thy child of his father, and me of you both. God! thou dost know my wrongs: know then, thou my wife and child, know then thou, my lord and king, that I ever thought them too honest to betray, and too good to conspire against. But my wife, forgive thou all as I do; live humble, for thou hast but a time also. God forgive my Lord Harry, for he was my heavy enemy. And for my Lord Cecill, I thought he would never forsake me in extremity; I would not have done it him, God knows. But do not thou know it, for he must be master of thy child, and may have compassion of him. Be not dismayed that I died in despair of God's Oh, mercies; strive not to dispute it; but assure thyself that God hath not left me, nor Satan tempted me. Hope and despair live not together; I know it is forbidden to destroy ourselves, but I trust it is forbidden in this sort, that we destroy not ourselves despairing of God's mercy. "The mercy of God is immeasurable, the cogitations of men comprehend it not. In the Lord I have ever trusted, and I know that my Redeemer liveth: far is it from me to be tempted with Satan; I am only tempted with sorrow, whose sharp teeth devour my heart. O God, thou art goodness itself, thou canst not be but good to me! Oh God, that art mercy itself, thou canst not be but merciful to me! "For my state is conveyed to feoffees, to your cousin Brett and others; I have but a bare estate for a short life. My plate is at gage in Lombard Street: my debts are many. To Peter Vanlore, some 6001. To Antrobus as much, but Cumpson is to pay 3007. of it. To Michael Hext, 100l. To George Carew, 1007. To Nicholas Sanders, 1007. To John FitzJames, 1007. To Mr. Waddom 100%. To a poor man, one Hawker, for horses, 701. To a poor man, called Hunt, 201. Take first care of those for God's sake. To a brewer at Weymouth, and a baker, for my Lord Cecill's ship and mine, I think some 801.; John Renolds knoweth it. And let that poor man have his true part of my return from Virginia; and let the poor men's wages be paid with the goods, for the Lord's sake. Oh what will my poor servants think at their return, when they hear I am accused to be Spanish, who sent them, to my great charge, to plant and discover upon his territory! Oh, intolerable infamy! Oh, God! I cannot resist these thoughts; I cannot live to think how I am derided, to think of the expectation of my enemies, the scorns I shall receive, the cruel words of lawyers, the infamous taunts and despites, to be made a wonder and a spectacle! Oh, death hasten thee unto me, that thou mayest destroy the memory of these, and lay me up in dark forgetfulness ! Oh, death! destroy my memory, which is my tormentor; my thoughts and my life cannot dwell in one body. But do thou forget me, poor wife, that thou mayest live to bring up thy poor child. I recommend unto you my poor brother, A. Gilbert. The lease of Sanding is his, and none of mine; let him have it for God's cause; he knows what is due to me upon it. And be good to Kemis, for he is a perfect honest man, and hath much wrong for my sake. For the rest, I commend me to them, and them to God. And the Lord knows my sorrow to part from thee and my poor child; but part I must by enemies and injuries, part with shame and triumph of my detractors; and therefore be contented with this work of God, and forget me in all things but thine own honor, and the love of mine. I bless my poor child, and let him know his father was no traitor. Be bold of my innocence, for God, to whom I offer life and soul, knows it. And whosoever thou choose again after me, let him be but thy politique husband; but let my son be thy beloved, for he is part of me, and I live in him, and the difference is but in the number, and not in the kind. And the Lord for ever keep thee and them, and give thee comfort in both worlds!" (ii. 93-97). The Gunpowder Treason, the murder of Overbury, the Spanish match, and most of the other leading events of James's reign receive new light from the letters here published, and many of those from the King and Duke of Buckingham are curious, and considerably add to, if they do not complete, the series of the correspondence whilst Prince Charles and the Duke were in Spain. It would be an acceptable service if some one would collect the whole of the letters which passed during the Prince's absence, scattered as they are in the works edited by Lord Hailes, Lord Hardwicke, and Ellis, and in Nichols's Progresses of James I. and unite them in a single volume. Amongst the letters which refer to the period of the Spanish journey, there are several from the Duchess of Buckingham to her husband, and in one of them, parts of which have already been several times printed, she refers to "the pictur Toby Mathus did," which she stated that she had not then seen, but hoped to do so the next time she saw the King. (ii. 281). This "picture" is also mentioned in a let ter from the Prince and the Duke to the King, printed in the Hardwicke Papers, to which the editor of the present volume refers. It is there described (i. 423) as a picture of the Infanta's, drawn in black and white." A curious history with which Mr. Brewer does not seem to have been acquainted is connected with this "picture ;" and we know not how we can conclude our notice of this work, more acceptably to the possessors of these volumes, or to those who chance to refer to them, than by relating it. "Littell prittie Tobie Mathew," as he is termed in the letter from the Prince and the Duke, to which we have just referred, was son to the Archbishop of York of the same name. He was bred to the law, but fancied himself a divine, and, greatly to his father's discomfort, conformed to the Church of Rome. He hung loose upon the court of James I. was "supposed to be a wit, believed himself to be a politician," and, upon the authority of the letters just quoted, has been handed down to posterity as a painter by Vertue and Walpole. (Anecdotes of Painting, ii. 287, Dallaway's edition.) Walpole doubted SirTobie's claim to the last distinction; but, although his doubt, and its reasons, are stated in the last edition of the Anecdotes, the editor thought him too amusing a character to be spared, and has consequently not only retained the biographical notice of him, but has inserted his sharp meagre countenance amongst the portraits of artists. Granger and other writers have been misled in the same way, and, following in Walpole's track, have classed Sir Tobie Mathew with Rubens, Vandyck, and the other artists of the reign of Charles I. Thus the matter stood until the year 1830, when Mr. John Gough Nichols discovered the original of Tobie Mathews's picture of the Infanta in a volume of the Harleian MSS. and communicated it to our Magazine for March in that year. There the foundation upon which this "artist's " reputation is built is printed at length (Gent. Mag. vol. c. part i. p. 207), and will be found to be a written and not a painted description of the person and character of the Infanta. Sir Tobie wrote a similar "picture " of the well-known Lucy Countess of Carlisle, which is described as very rhapsodical and foolish. After perusal of the "picture of the Infanta we cannot discover any thing which deserves either serious reprehension or ridicule. It is written in the quaint style of the time, and without much graphic power; but gives so many minute particulars, that in the hands of a better artist, not merely a "picture," but, if his representations are to be depended upon, a likeness of the Infanta might even now be drawn from Sir Tobie's materials. The Editor's notes are numerous and judicious, and we hope he will have an opportunity in another edi tion of adding another one to explain the allusion to "the picture Tobie Mathews did." Archæologia, or Miscellaneous Tracts relating to Antiquity, &c.vol. XXVIII. Part 1. 4to. pp. 206. THIS volume, recording as usual the more remarkable transactions of the Society of Antiquaries, opens with a letter from their Director John Gage (Rokewode), Esq. containing an account of further discoveries of Roman sepulchral relics at the Bartlow hills. These gigantic tumuli still continue a fruitful mine to the zealous explorators. Lord Maynard directed, in April 1838, a gallery to be commenced on the north side of the south barrow. This artificial hill is about 35 feet in height, its diameter upwards of 100 feet. It was composed, like the larger barrow, of earth and chalk, in horizontal strata. On arriving at the centre of the tumulus, the operators broke into a cavity containing the sepulchral deposit, resting nearly upon the surface of the natural soil. The funereal articles had been preserved in a square wooden box or chest, according to the usual practice of the Romans, to inclose the funeral urn of distinguished persons and its accompanying deposits in a cippus of wood or stone. Sometimes a huge vessel of earthen ware was employed for the same purpose, of which an example has been given in our vol. V. p. 371. The articles discovered were very similar to those in the tombs formerly opened; a glass urn, with burnt bones; the præfericulum or sacrificial vase of bronze; a bronze patera or pan, with a handle curiously ornamented with the head of a ram and masks of stage players, in allusion to the funeral sacrifice and games; this patera was, we apprehend, for culinary purposes, and was devoted to cooking a portion of the sacrifice; near the sacrificial utensils lay some sponge, part of the bathing apparatus of the defunct; the sponge was used as well as the strigil at the baths. Some branches of box, buxus semper virens, had been deposited in the tomb with the urn, an emblem no doubt of immortality. This Roman custom is not in the present day altogether obsolete; for, in several parts of the GENT, MAQ, Vol. XII, If we were to offer a conjecture as to whom these sepulchres were raised, we should be inclined to appropriate them to persons of rank and high official station, probably to the Reguli of the Icenian Province under the Roman Government. On the Antiquity of the Lock Canal of Exeter; in a letter from Philip Chilwell de la Garde, Esq. This paper is curious in relation to the science of the civil engineer. So early as the reign of Edward the First, it appears that the Lady Isabella de Fortibus, Countess of Aumerle and Holdernesse, of the Isle of Wight and of Devon, owned the village and port of Topsham and lands on both sides of the river Exe, on which she caused a Weir to be erected, known by the name of Countess Weir, which obstructed the navigation of the river, to the great prejudice of the Exonians; the encroachment being maintained by her successors, became the subject of various presentments by jury of inquisition before the escheators of the Crown. In 1563, an agreement was made by the citizens of Exeter with John Trew, for making the haven of the Exe navigable to the city for vessels of ten tons burthen. This he effected by cutting a canal, and constructing locks on the west side of the Exe. These locks were of the most spacious description; and the whole work was so far successful, that vessels of 15 or 16 tons were at full tides discharged at the quay and bridge of Exeter. This canal has subsequently been extended and improved; the last alteration was in 1829. The main design and execution of the work belongs, however, to the 16th century, and is a proof that two hundred and fifty years past the hydraulic principle of locks was known to our ancestors. Memorials of the Death, &c. of Sir Philip Sydney, communicated by G. F. Beltz, Esq. K.H. F.S.A. Lancaster Herald. Appended to the note which Sir 2 N Philip Sydney wrote on his death-bed to the celebrated physician John Wier, is a letter from Gisbert Ernewitz, who appears also to have been of the medical profession, giving an account of the condition of the noble sufferer, and urging Wier to visit him according to his request. The original document is preserved in the State Paper Office, and was brought to light by the researches of the late excellent historical antiquary Robert Lemon, Esq. F.S.A. assisted by his zealous and intelligent son. Ernewitz's letter is written in the low Dutch of the period, and has been translated by Mr. Beltz. It is preceded by the autograph note of Sir Philip Sidney, and our readers will not be displeased that we should here offer them to their perusal. "Mi Weire, veni veni, de vita periclitor et te cupio, nec vivus nec mortuus ero ingratus, plura non possum sed obnixè oro ut festines. Vale. "Arnemi. "Tuus, "PH. SIDNEY." "My dear Wyer, come to me, come, I struggle for my life, and I desire your help; whether I live or die, I will not be ungrateful; more I cannot write, but I earnestly entreat you to make haste. Farewell. "From Arnheim. Thine ever, "PHILIP SIDNEY." "Dear Uncle and Brother-in-law, I was this morning early, as well as before within these three days, sent for by His Excellency's nearest attendant on Mr. Sidney, who is lying here, in the house of Madle Gruitthueissens, wounded in his thigh by a shot received from the enemy, about three weeks since, before Zutphen; which wound has hitherto done tolerably well. But, in the course of the last three days, the good gentleman has been attacked by fever, and is become on that account a little weaker. He [the General]† has, therefore, urgently besought me, as have also the other gentlemen, that I would write to you, my uncle, and make it my own request that you would be pleased to visit him in his illness, and thereby impart to him all that consolation which you have been wont to afford, and which may prove serviceable to him in his weak state. And although I The Earl of Leicester. In the original "zein G.," which is supposed to denote "zyn Generaelschap," literally "his Generalskip." have caused the good gentleman to be informed that you are yourself labouring under indisposition (and have shewn the letter which you sent me), yet he has, nevertheless, expressed his full persuasion, that, if you should not have had any accession of illness, you will come and pay him a visit. HE HAS ALSO, IN HIS BED AND WITH HIS OWN HAND, WRITTEN THE ABOVE TO YOU, and desired me to write therewith; which I could not refuse to him and the other gentlemen; and I do, therefore, hereby most earnestly intreat you that, if it be possible, you will come and visit him, a favour which will ever be remembered by him. Colonel Martin Schmick has also written in his behalf to the captain of the fort at Grave, and to the ships of war there lying, to bring you hither with a convoy of yachts or ships; or, in case you should prefer to take your passage by land, Captain Schmick is to provide you a sufficient escort. His Excellency arrived here this night and Councillor Leoning would also have written to you; but the post would not wait long enough. We must therefore do the best we can in the matter. : I have also charged Peter Binss to purchase for you all your provisions, and himself to attend you hither. So that if you will but decide to come, we shall find the means of arranging it properly, and so that you and my aunt shall be provided with all needful, and that nothing shall, in any the least degree, frustrate the accomplishment of the object. My thoughts are now and then whether Mr. Sidney will live? I despatched this morning a small basket of haddocks for you and my aunt. Peter Binss also sent his wove coverlid. May the Lord speed you and my aunt. I commend you, my uncle, to the protection of the Almighty. My blessing to my aunt. All in haste. Arnheim, the 26 [16] October 1586. Your obedient nephew, (Superscribed) "To my dear uncle John Wyer, Physician to his princely Highness of Cleves." On some Roman Bronzes discovered in the bed of the Thames, in January, 1837. By Charles Roach Smith, Esq. F.S.A. These highly beautiful and interesting relics were found in the bed of the Thames by some men employed in ballast heaving. They are five in number-a priest of Cybele, a Mercury, an Apollo, an Atys, and the fragment of a |