And though the parish steeple Ring thou it holyday. What though the thrifty Tower This city, or to shake Their guarded gates asunder?— Yet let our trumpets sound, That when the quire is full The angels from their spheres And each intelligence May wish itself a sense Whilst it the ditty hears. Behold the royal Mary, And of her father's prowess. She shines so far above See, see! our active king Upon his pointed lance; "Hey for the Flower of France!" This day the court doth measure Her joy in state and pleasure, And with a reverent fear. The revels and the play Sum up this crownèd day Her two-and-twentieth year! Two years later we have this by Ben Jonson : TO THE KING ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1632. This is King Charles his day; speak it, thou Tower, Unto the ships, and they, from tier to tier, Discharge it 'bout the island in an hour, As loud as thunder and as swift as fire. Let Ireland meet it out at sea, half way, What drums or trumpets or great ordnance can— Three kingdoms' mirth, in light and aëry man * A favourite sport at festivals was this of "riding at the ring." Two perpendicular posts were erected, with a cross beam, from which a ring was suspended. The competitors, each mounted on horseback, and having a lance or pointed rod in his hand, galloped at full speed between the posts, and whoever carried away the ring on the point of his lance won the prize. As bonfires, rockets, fireworks, with the shouts Still to have such a Charles, but this Charles long. And later still, this, Ben Jonson's last offering to the same sovereign, Charles I., when the aged laureate was near the close of his earthly career : ON THE KING'S BIRTHDAY. Rouse up thyself, my gentle Muse! Make first a song of joy and love, Long may, &c. To this let all good hearts resound, Whilst diadems invest his head: Long may he live, whose life doth bound Long may, &c. Long may he round about him see His roses and his lilies blown; Long may his only dear and he And kingdom's hopes, so timely sown. Soon after Ben Jonson's death, Sir William Davenant wrote the following courtly sonnet to the consort of Charles I. : TO THE QUEEN, ENTERTAINED AT NIGHT BY THE COUNTESS OF ANGLESEY. Fair as unshaded light, or as the day In its first birth, when all the year was May; Here, where the summer is so little seen That leaves, her cheapest wealth, scarce reach at green; You come, as if the silver planet were Misled awhile from her much-injured sphere; And, t' ease the travels of her beams to-night, In this small lanthorn would contract her light. That admired court poet, Waller, celebrated the twenty-fifth birthday of Catherine of Braganza, the queen of Charles II. "On St. Catherine's day, the day her Majesty completed her twenty-fifth year, Mrs. Knight sang to her the following graceful birthday ode: " This happy day two lights are seen— May all those years which Catherine Of your blest life among us here! An hundred times may you, I must not omit Waller's praise of tea as a birthday beverage in palaces (in his time it was a novelty) : The best of queens and best of herbs we owe Thackeray, speaking of the customs of the last century, says :-" New clothes on the birthday was the fashion for all loyal people. Swift mentions the custom several times; Walpole is constantly speaking of it, laughing at the practice, but having the very finest clothes from Paris nevertheless. If the king and queen were unpopular, there were very few new clothes at the drawing-room. In a paper in the True Patriot, No. 3, written to attack the * The Dutch, who first imported tea into Europe. |