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Soone as the sledde drewe nyghe enowe
Thatt Edwarde hee myghte heare, The brave Syr Charles hee dydd stande uppe,
And thus hys wordes declare:
“ Thou seest me, Edwarde! traytour vile !
Expos'd to infamie;
I'm greaterr nowe thanne thee.
“ Bye foule proceedyngs, murdre, bloude,
Thou wearest now a crowne; And hast appoynted mee to dye,
By power nott thyne owne.
“ Thou thynkest I shall dye to-daie ;
I have been dede 'till nowe,
“ Whylst thou, perhapps, for som few yeares,
Shalt rule thys fickle lande,
'Twixt kynge and tyrant hande:
“ Thye pow'r unjust, thou traytour slave!
Shall falle onne thye owne hedde.”Fromm out of hearyng of the kynge
Departed thenne the sledde.
Kynge Edwarde's soule rush'd to hys face,
Hee turn’d hys hedde awaie, And to hys broder Gloucester
Hee thus dydd speke and saie:
“ To hym that soe much dreaded dethe,
Ne ghastlie terrors brynge, Beholde the manne! hee spake the truthe,
Hee's greater thanne a kynge!"
“ Soe lett hym die!" Duke Richard sayde;
“ And maye echone oure foes Bende downe theyre neckes to bloudie axe,
And feede the carryon crowes.”
And nowe the horses gentlie drewe
Syr Charles uppe the hyghe hylle ; The axe dydd glysterr ynne the sunne,
His pretious bloude to spylle.
Syr Charles dydd uppe the scaffold goe,
As uppe a gilded carre
Gayn’d ynne the bloudie warre:
And to the people hee dyd saie,
“ Beholde you see me dye, For servynge loyally mye kynge,
Mye kynge most ryghtfullie. VOL. V.
“ As longe as Edwarde rules thys lande,
Ne quiet you wylle knowe: Your sonnes and husbandes shalle bee slayne,
And brookes wythe bloude shall flowe.
“ You leave your goode and lawfulle kynge
Whenne ynne adversitye;
And for the true cause dye.”
Thenne hee, wyth preestes, uponne hys knees,
A pray'r to Godde dyd make, Beseechynge hym unto hymselfe
Hys partynge soule to take.
Thenne, kneelynge downe, hee layd hys hedde
Most seemlie onne the blocke; Whyche fromme hys bodie fayre at once
The able heddes-manne stroke:
And oute the bloude beganne to flowe,
And rounde the scaffolde twyne; And teares, enow to washe't awaie,
Dydd flowe fromme each mann's eyne.
The bloudie axe hys bodie fayre
Ynnto foure partes cutte;
Uponne a pole was putte.
One parte dyd rotte onne Kynwulph-hylle,
One onne the mynster-tower, And one from off the castle-gate
The crowen dydd devoure:
The other onne Seyncte Powle's goode gate,
A dreery spectacle; Hys hedde was plac'd onne the hyghe crosse,
Ynne hyghe-streete most nobile.
Thus was the ende of Bawdin's fate :
Godde prosper longe oure kynge, And grante hee maye, wyth Bawdin's soule,
Ynne heav'n Godd's mercie synge !
BORN 1722.-DIED 1770.
CHRISTOPHER SMART was born at Shipbourne, in Kent. Being an eight months child, he had from his birth an infirm constitution, which unfortunately his habits of life never tended to strengthen. His father, who was steward of the Kentish estates of Lord Barnard (afterwards Earl of Darlington), possessed a property in the neighbourhood of Shipbourne of about 300l. a year; but it was so much encumbered by debt that his widow was obliged to sell it at his death, at a considerable loss. This happened in our poet's eleventh year, at which time he was taken from the school of Maidstone, in Kent, and placed at that of Durham. Some of his paternal relations resided in the latter place. An ancestor of the family, Mr. Peter Smart, had been a prebendary of Durham in the reign of Charles the First, and was regarded by the puritans as a proto-martyr in their cause, having been degraded, fined, and imprisoned for eleven years, on account of a Latin poem which he published in 1643, and which the high-church party chose to consider as a libel. What services young Smart met with at Durham from his father's relations we are not informed; but he was kindly received by Lord Barnard, at his seat of Raby Castle; and through the interest of his lord