for Magistrates consists of a long allegorical "Induction," or Introduction, and the "Complaint" of the shade of that Duke of Buckingham of whom Shakespeare tells us in Richard the Third. The "Induction" begins with a vivid picture of a winter day, and as evening draws on the poet is confronted with the effigy of "Sorrow," who is to conduct him through the gloomy land of Departed Spirits. "SORROW "THE POET'S CONDUCTOR. Her body small, forwithered and forspent, As is the stalk with summer's drought opprest; I stood aghast, beholding all her plight, 'Tween dread and dolor so distrained in heart, That, while my knees upstarted with the sight, The tears outstreamed for sorrow of her smart. But when I saw no end that could apart The deadly dole which she so sore did make, With doleful voice then thus to her I spake : "Unwrap thy woes, whatever wight thou be! And stint betime to spill thyself with plaint: "Alas, I, wretch, whom thou seest distrained, Doth hold his throne, and Lethe's deadly taste Doth reave remembrance of each thing forepast; "Whence come I am, the dreary destiny And luckless lot for to bemoan of those Whom fortune in this maze of misery Of wretched chance most woeful mirrors chose; That when thou seest how lightly they did lose Their pomp, their power, and that they thought most sure, Thou may'st soon deem no earthly joy may dure." Conducted to the under-world, the poet meets the embodied shapes of all human passions, frailties, infirmities, and crimes-Remorse, Dread, Revenge, Avarice, Care, Sleep, Old Age, Disease, Famine, Death, War, and many another. After these allegorical apparitions the poet meets the ghost of the Duke of Buckingham-the only human spectre described by Sackville himself, all the others depicted in the Mirror for Magistrates being by inferior hands. THE SPECTRE OF REMORSE. And first, within the porch and jaws of Hell, Her eyes unsteadfast, rolling here and there, So was her mind continually in fear, Tost and tormented with the tedious thought VOL. XX.-2 THE SPECTRE OF SLEEP. Near by lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Of high renown; but, as a living death, The travel's ease, the still night's fear was he, And of our life on earth the better part; Reaver of sight, and yet in whom we see Things oft that tyde, and oft that never be; Without respect, esteeming equally King Croesus's pomp and Irus's poverty. THE SPECTRE OF WAR. Lastly stood War, in glittering arms yclad, That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued; Cities he sacked, and realms (that whilom flowered Consumed, destroyed, wasted, and never ceased, Till he their wealth, their name, and all oppressed His face forehewed with wounds; and by his side There hung his targe, with gashes deep and wide. THE SPECTRE OF THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM. Then first came Henry, Duke of Buckingham, His cloak of black all piled, and quite forworn, Wringing his hands, and Fortune oft doth blame, Which of a duke had made him now her scorn; With ghastly looks, as one in manner lorn, Oft spread his arms, stretched hands he joins as fast, His cloak he rent, his manly breast he beat, As feelingly, methought, it dropped away. Thrice he began to tell his doleful tale, And thrice the sighs did swallow up his voice; As though the heavens rived with the noise; Suppressing the tears that all his breast berained, SADI (SHEIKH MUSLIHU'D-DIN), a Persian poet, born at Shiraz about 1184; died there at a great age. According to some accounts, he reached the age of nearly one hundred and twenty years; others place his death at about eighty years. He was trained at Bagdad; became a dervish, made fifteen pilgrimages to Mecca, travelled as far as India, and mastered not only several Oriental languages, but also Latin. He fought against the Crusaders in Syria, by whom he was made prisoner. He was ransomed by a merchant of Aleppo, who gave him his daughter in marriage. The marriage proved an uncongenial one, and Sadi returned to Shiraz, where he retired to a hermitage, and composed his poems. The works of Sadi comprise the Gulistan or "Rose-Garden," the Bostan or "Fruit-Garden," the Pend Namch or "Book of Counsels," and numerous detached odes and elegies. The Gulistan consists mainly of some scores of short stories, in which the prose narrative is interspersed with poetry, sometimes a few lines, sometimes several stanzas. It is to this day the popular book of the Persians-their Pilgrim's Progress and Robinson Crusoe. Within the present generation there have been several translations of the Gulistan into English, the best of which is that of Mr. Edward B. |