243 GEORGE HERBERT. THE literature of our country is rich in the biography of illustrious men. The names of Spenser, of Shakspeare, and of Milton, have been enshrined in strains of eloquence and beauty, almost as lasting as their own. But it abounds also in histories more simple, and yet not less delightful; sheaves of gentle and religious thoughts bound together by the hands of humble-minded Christians: such are the celebrated lives of Izaak Walton. The accomplishments of Wotton, the learning of Donne, the piety of Herbert, and the sufferings of Sanderson, are faithfully and tenderly recorded in his page,― With moistened eye We read of faith and purest charity, In statesman, priest, and humble citizen. Methinks their very names shine still and bright, Around meek Walton's heavenly memory. WORDSWORTH. The life of Herbert possesses the greatest charm, and has long been blended in the heart with scenes of serenity and peace; with the path of the quiet fields to church, and the sweet solemnity of the village pastor's fire-side. ""Tis an honour to the place," says Aubrey, "to have had the heavenly and ingenious contemplation of this good man." The writer of the following memoir has found it impossible to read of Herbert, and not to love him. |