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Lynn; Thomas, minister for a good time in Chester; and Timothy, lately (if not still alive, 1661) a preacher in Exeter.
All great (though not equal) lights are set up in fair candlesticks; I mean, places of eminency, and conveniently distanced one from another, for the better dispersing of their light; and good housewives tell me, old candles are the best for spending. Happy their father, who had his quiver full with five such sons. He need not be ashamed "to see his enemies in the gate." It is hard to say, whether he was more happy in his sons, or they in so good a father; and a wary man will crave time to decide the doubt, until the like instance doth return in England.
GEORGE SANDYS, youngest son of Edwin Sandys, archbishop of York, was born at Bishop's Thorp in this county. He proved a most accomplished gentleman, and an observant traveller, who went as far as the sepulchre at Jerusalem; and hath spared other men's pains in going thither, by bringing the Holy Land home to them; so lively is his description thereof, with his passage thither, and return thence.
He most elegantly translated "Ovid's Metamorphoses " into English verse; so that, as the soul of Aristotle was said to have transmigrated into Thomas Aquinas (because rendering his sense so naturally), Ovid's genius may seem to have passed into Master Sandys. He was a servant, but no slave, to his subject; well knowing that a translator is a person in free custody; custody being bound to give the true sense of the author he translated; free, left at liberty to clothe it in his own expression.
Nor can that in any degree be applied to Master Sandys, which one rather bitterly than falsely chargeth on an author, whose name I leave to the reader's conjecture:
"We know thou dost well
As a translator,
But where things require
A genius and a fire,
Not kindled before by others pains,
Indeed some men are better nurses than mothers of a poem ; good only to feed and foster the fancies of others; whereas Master Sandys was altogether as dexterous at inventing as translating; and his own poems as spriteful, vigorous, and masculine. He lived to be a very aged man, whom I saw in the Savoy, anno 1641, having a youthful soul in a decayed body; and I believe he died soon after.*
JOHN SALTMARSH was extracted from a right ancient (but decayed) family in this county; and I am informed that Sir Thomas Metham, his kinsman, bountifully contributed to his
* He died at Bexley in Kent in 1643.-ED.
education. He was bred in Magdalen College in Cambridge. Returning into this his native country, was very great with Sir John Hotham the elder. He was one of a fine and active fancy, no contemptible poet, and a good preacher, as by some of his profitable printed sermons doth appear. Be it charitably imputed to the information of his judgment and conscience, that of a zealous observer he became a violent oppressor of bishops and ceremonies.
He wrote a book against my sermon of "Reformation,” taxing me for many points of Popery therein. I defended myself in a book called "Truth maintained," and challenged him to an answer, who appeared in the field no more, rendering this reason thereof, that "he would not shoot his arrows against a dead mark; "* being informed that I was dead at Exeter.
I have no cause to be angry with fame (but rather to thank her) for so good a lie. May I make this true use of that 'false report, "to die daily." See how providence hath crossed it. The dead [reported] man is still living,† the then living man dead; and seeing I survive to go over his grave, I will tread the more gently on the mould hereof, using that civility on him which I received from him.
He died in or about Windsor (as he was riding to and fro in the Parliament army) of a burning fever, venting on his deathbed strange expressions, apprehended (by some of his party) as extatical, yea prophetical raptures; whilst others accounted them (no wonder if outrages in the city, when the enemy hath possessed the castle commanding it) to the acuteness of his disease, which had seized his intellectuals. His death happened about the year 1650.
JEREMIAH WHITACRE was born at Wakefield in this county; bred master of arts in Sidney College, and after became schoolmaster of Okeham, then minister of Stretton in Rutland. He was chosen to be one of the members of the late assembly, wherein he behaved himself with great moderation; at last he was preacher of St. Mary Magdalen's, Bermondsey, well discharging his duty, being a solid divine, and a man made up of piety to God, pity to poor men, and patience in himself. He had much use of the last, being visited with many and most acute diseases. I see God's love or hatred cannot be conjectured, much less concluded, from outward accidents, this merciful man meeting with merciless afflictions.
I have sometimes wondered with myself, why Satan, the magazine of malice (who needeth no man to teach him mischief), having Job in his power, did not put him on the rack of the stone, gout, cholic, or strangury, as, in the height, most In the beginning of his book against Mr. Gattaker. May 20, 1661, at the writing hereof.-F.
exquisite torments; but only be-ulcered him on his skin and outside of his body.
And (under correction to better judgments) I conceive this might be some cause thereof. Being to spare his life, the devil durst not inflict on him these mortal maladies, for fear to exceed his commission, who, possibly, for all his cunning, might mistake in the exact proportioning of the pain to Job's ability to bear it, and therefore was forced to confine his malice to external pain, doleful but not deadly in its own nature.
Sure I am, this good Jeremiah was tormented with gout, stone, and one ulcer in his bladder, another in his kidneys: all which he endured with admirable and exemplary patience, though God of his goodness grant that (if it may stand with his will) no cause be given that so sad a copy be transcribed. Thus God, for reasons best known unto himself, sent many and the most cruel bailiffs to arrest him, to pay his debt to nature, though he always was ready to tender the same at their single summons. His liberality knew no bottom but an empty purse, so bountiful he was to all in want. He was buried on the 6th of June, anno 1654, in his own parish of Southwark, much lamented; master Simon Ash preaching his funeral sermon, to which the reader is referred for his further satisfaction. I understand some sermons are extant of his preaching. Let me but add this distich, and I have done :
"Whites ambo, Whitehead, Whitgift, Whitakerus uterque
ROMISH EXILE WRITERS.
JOHN YOUNG was born in this county. His life appeareth to me patched up of unsuiting pieces, as delivered by several authors. A judicious antiquary,* seldom mistaken, will have him a monk of Ramsey, therein confounding him with his namesake many years more ancient. Another will have him bred doctor of divinity in Trinity College in Cambridge, though that foundation (suppose him admitted the first day thereof) affordeth not seniority enough to write doctor before the reign of queen Mary, except we understand him bred in some of the hostels afterwards united thereunto. So that I rather concur herein with the forenamed antiquary, that he was fellow of Saint John's College in that university.
It is agreed that, at the first, he was at the least a parcel Protestant, translating into English the book of archbishop Cranmer, of the Sacrament. But afterwards he came off with a witness, being a zealous Papist, and great antagonist of Martin Bucer, and indeed as able a disputant as any of his party. He was vice-chancellor of Cambridge anno 1554, master of
Parker, Her. Skelet. Cap. ii. lib. M. &c.
† J. Pits, de Angliæ Scriptoribus, p. 770.
Pembroke Hall, king's professor of divinity, and rector of Landbeach nigh Cambridge; but lost all his preferment in the first of queen Elizabeth. Surely more than ordinary obstinacy appeared in him, because not only deprived, but imprisoned; and, in my judgment, more probably surprised before he went, than after his return from foreign parts. He died under restraint, in England, 1579.
JOHN MUSH was born in this county ;* bred first in the English college at Douay, and then ran his course of philosophy in their college at Rome. Afterwards, being made priest, he was sent over into England, to gain people to his own persuasion, which he did without and within the prison for twenty years together, but at last he got his liberty.
In his time the Romish ship in England did spring a dangerous leak, almost to the sinking thereof, in the schism betwixt the priests and the jesuits. Mush appeared very active and happy in the stopping thereof; and was by the English popish clergy sent to Rome to compose the controversy, behaving himself very wisely in that service. Returning into his own, country, he was for fourteen years together assistant to the English arch-priest, demeaning himself commendably therein. He wrote many books, and one whose title made me the more to mind it, "Vitam et Martyrium D. Margaretæ Clithoroæ."
Now whether this D. be for Domina or Diva, for Lady or Saint, or both, I know not. I take her for some gentlewoman in the north, which, for some practices in the maintenance of her own religion, was obnoxious to, and felt the severity of, our laws. This Mush was living in these parts, anno 1612.
BENEFACTORS TO THE PUBLIC.
THOMAS SCOT was born at Rotherham, no obscure market in this county. Waving his paternal name, he took that of Rotherham, from the place of his nativity. This I observe the rather, because he was (according to my exactest inquiry) the last clergyman of note with such an assumed surname; which custom began now to grow out of fashion, and clergymen (like other men) to be called by the name of their fathers.
He was first fellow of King's College; afterwards master of Pembroke Hall in Cambridge, and chancellor of that University. Here he built on his proper cost (saving something helped by the scholars) the fair gate of the school, with fair walks on each side, and a library on the east thereof. Many have mistaken this for the performance of king Richard the Third, merely because his crest, the boar, is set up therein. Whereas the truth is, that Rotherham having felt the sharp tusks of that boar (when imprisoned by the aforesaid king, for resigning the great
Pits, ut prius, p. 810.
seal of England to queen Elizabeth, the relict of king Edward the Fourth) advanced his Arms thereon, merely to ingratiate himself. He went through many church-preferments, being successively provost of Beverley, bishop of Rochester, Lincoln, and lastly archbishop of York. Nor less was his share in civil honour; first, keeper of the privy seal; and last, lord chancellor of England. Many were his benefactions to the public, of which none more remarkable than his founding five fellowships in Lincoln College in Oxford. He deceased, in the 76th year of his age, at Cawood, of the plague, anno Domini 1500.
JOHN ALCOCKE was born at Beverley in this county, where he built a chapel, and founded a chantry for his parents. He was bred a doctor of divinity in Cambridge, and at last became bishop of Ely. His prudence appeared, in that he was preferred lord chancellor of England by king Henry the Seventh, a prince of an excellent palate to taste men's abilities, and a dunce was no dish for his diet. His piety is praised by the pen of J. Bale, which (though generally bitter) drops nothing but honey on Alcock's memory, commending him for a most mortified man; "given to learning and piety from his childhood, growing from grace to grace, so that in his age none in England was higher for holiness," he turned the old nunnery of St. Radigund into a new college, called Jesus, in Cambridge. Surely, had Malcolm king of Scots, first founder of that nunnery, survived to see this alteration, it would have rejoiced his heart, to behold lewdness and laziness turned out, for industry and piety to be put in their place. This Alcocke died October 1, 1500. And had saintship gone as much by merit as favour, he deserved one as well as his namesake Saint John, his predecessor in that see.
SINCE THE REFORMATION.
The extent of this large province, and the distance of my habitation from it, have disabled me to express my desires suitable to the merit thereof in this topic of modern benefactors; which I must leave to the topographers thereof hereafter to supply my defaults with their diligence. But let me forget myself when I do not remember the worthy and charitable Master...... Harrison, inhabitant of the populous town of Leeds, so famous for the cloth made therein. Methinks I hear that great town accosting him in the language of the children of the prophets to Elisha, "Behold now, the place where we dwell with thee is too strait for us."* The church could scarce hold half the inhabitants, till this worthy gentleman provided them another. So that now the men of Leeds may say with Isaac, "Rehoboth, God hath made room for us." He accepted of no assistance, in the building of that