ceive that we pay him any compliment, | and by their standard, which bore on when we say that, of all sovereigns in one side the watchword of the Parliahistory, he seems to us most to re- ment, "God with us," and on the other semble, in some very important points, King Charles the First. Like Charles, he is pious after a certain fashion; like Charles, he has made large concessions to his people after a certain fashion. It is well for him that he has had to deal with men who bore very little resemblance to the English Puritans. the device of Hampden, "Vestigia nulla retrorsum." This motto well described the line of conduct which he pursued. No member of his party had been so temperate, while there remained a hope that legal and peaceable measures might save the country. No member of his party showed so much energy and vigour when it beThe Commons would have the power came necessary to appeal to arms. He of the sword; the King would not made himself thoroughly master of his part with it; and nothing remained military duty, and "performed it," to but to try the chances of war. Charles use the words of Clarendon, "upon all still had a strong party in the country. occasions most punctually." The reHis august office, his dignified man-giment which he had raised and trained ners, his solemn protestations that he was considered as one of the best in the would for the time to come respect the service of the Parliament. He exposed liberties of his subjects, pity for fallen his person in every action, with an ingreatness, fear of violent innovation, trepidity which made him conspicuous secured to him many adherents. He even among thousands of brave men. had with him the Church, the Univer-"He was," says Clarendon, " of a persities, a majority of the nobles and of sonal courage equal to his best parts; the old landed gentry. The austerity so that he was an enemy not to be of the Puritan manners drove most of wished wherever he might have been the gay and dissolute youth of that age made a friend, and as much to be apto the royal standard. Many good, prehended where he was so, as any brave, and moderate men, who disliked man could deserve to be." Though his former conduct, and who enter- his military career was short, and his tained doubts touching his present military situation subordinate, he fully sincerity, espoused his cause unwil-proved that he possessed the talents of lingly and with many painful misgiv-a great general, as well as those of a ings, because, though they dreaded his great statesman. tyranny much, they dreaded democratic violence more. We shall not attempt to give a history of the war. Lord Nugent's account of the military operations is very animated and striking. Our abstract would be dull, and probably unintelligible. There was, in fact, for some time no great and connected system of operations on either side. The war of the two parties was like the war of Arimanes and Oromasdes, neither of On the other side was the great body of the middle orders of England, the merchants, the shopkeepers, the yeomanry, headed by a very large and formidable minority of the peerage and of the landed gentry. The Earl of Essex, a man of respectable abilities and of some military experience, was appointed to the command of the par-whom, according to the Eastern theoliamentary army. Hampden spared neither his fortune nor his person in the cause. He subscribed two thousand pounds to the public service. He took a colonel's commission in the army, and went into Buckinghamshire to raise a regiment of infantry. His neighbours eagerly enlisted under his command. His men were known by their green uniform, logians, has any exclusive domain, who are equally omnipresent, who equally pervade all space, who carry on their eternal strife within every particle of matter. There was a petty war in almost every county. A town furnished troops to the Parliament while the manor-house of the neighbouring peer was garrisoned for the King. The combatants were rarely disposed to march far from their own homes. It perpetually passing and repassing bewas reserved for Fairfax and Cromwell tween the military station at Windsor to terminate this desultory warfare, by and the House of Commons at Westmoving one overwhelming force suc-minster, as overawing the general, and cessively against all the scattered fragments of the royal party. It is a remarkable circumstance that the officers who had studied tactics in what were considered as the best schools, under Vere in the Netherlands, and under Gustavus Adolphus in Germany, displayed far less skill than those commanders who had been bred to peaceful employments, and who never saw even a skirmish till the civil war broke out. An unlearned person might hence be inclined to suspect that the military art is no very profound mystery, that its principles are the principles of plain good sense, and that a quick eye, a cool head, and a stout heart, will do more to make a general than all the diagrams of Jomini. This, however, is certain, that Hampden showed himself a far better officer than Essex, and Cromwell than Leslie. The military errors of Essex were probably in some degree produced by political timidity. He was honestly, but not warmly, attached to the cause of the Parliament; and next to a great defeat he dreaded a great victory. Hampden, on the other hand, was for vigorous and decisive measures. When he drew the sword, as Clarendon has well said, he threw away the scabbard. He had shown that he knew better than any public man of his time how to value and how to practise moderation. But he knew that the essence of war is violence, and that moderation in war is imbecility. On several occasions, particularly during the operations in the neighbourhood of Brentford, he remonstrated earnestly with Essex. Wherever he commanded separately, the boldness and rapidity of his movements presented a striking contrast to the sluggishness of his superior. In the Parliament he possessed boundless influence. His employments towards the close of 1642 have been described by Denham in some lines which, though intended to be sarcastic, convey in truth the highest eulogy. Hampden is described in this satire as as giving law to that Parliament which knew no other law. It was at this time that he organised that celebrated association of counties to which his party was principally indebted for its victory over the King. In the early part of 1643, the shires lying in the neighbourhood of London, which were devoted to the cause of the Parliament, were incessantly annoyed by Rupert and his cavalry. Essex had extended his lines so far that almost every point was vulnerable. The young prince, who, though not a great general, was an active and enterprising partisan, frequently surprised posts, burned villages, swept away cattle, and was again at Oxford before a force sufficient to encounter him could be assembled. The languid proceedings of Essex were loudly condemned by the troops. All the ardent and daring spirits in the parliamentary party were eager to have Hampden at their head. Had his life been prolonged, there is every reason to believe that the supreme command would have been intrusted to him. But it was decreed that, at this conjuncture, England should lose the only man who united perfect disinterestedness to eminent talents, the only man who, being capable of gaining the victory for her, was incapable of abusing that victory when gained. In the evening of the seventeenth of June, Rupert darted out of Oxford with his cavalry on a predatory expedition. At three in the morning of the following day, he attacked and dispersed a few parliamentary soldiers who lay at Postcombe. He then flew to Chinnor, burned the village, killed or took all the troops who were quartered there, and prepared to hurry back with his booty and his prisoners to Oxford. Hampden had, on the preceding day, strongly represented to Essex the danger to which this part of the line was exposed. As soon as he received intelligence of Rupert's incursion, he sent off a horseman with a message to the General. The cavaliers, he said, could return only by Chiselhampton | of England, with whom he had lived Bridge. A force ought to be instantly in habits of intimacy, and by the chapdespatched in that direction for the lain of the Buckinghamshire Greenpurpose of intercepting them. In coats, Dr. Spurton, whom Baxter the mean time, he resolved to set describes as a famous and excellent out with all the cavalry that he divine. could muster, for the purpose of im- A short time before Hampden's peding the march of the enemy death the sacrament was administered till Essex could take measures for cut-to him. He declared that though he ting off their retreat. A considerable disliked the government of the Church body of horse and dragoons volun- of England, he yet agreed with that teered to follow him. He was not Church as to all essential matters of their commander. He did not even doctrine. His intellect remained unbelong to their branch of the service. clouded. When all was nearly over, But "he was," says Lord Clarendon, he lay murmuring faint prayers for "second to none but the General him- himself, and for the cause in which he self in the observance and application died. "Lord Jesus," he exclaimed in of all men." On the field of Chal- the moment of the last agony, "receive grove he came up with Rupert. Amy soul. O Lord, save my country. fierce skirmish ensued. In the first O Lord, be merciful to charge Hampden was struck in the shoulder by two bullets, which broke the bone, and lodged in his body. The troops of the Parliament lost heart and gave way. Rupert, after pursuing them for a short time, hastened to cross the bridge, and made his retreat unmolested to Oxford. In that broken ejaculation passed away his noble and fearless spirit. He was buried in the parish church of Hampden. His soldiers, bareheaded, with reversed arms and muffled drums and colours, escorted his body to the grave, singing, as they marched, that lofty and melancholy psalm in which the fragility of human life is contrasted with the immutability of Him to whom a thousand years are as yesterday when it is passed, and as a watch in the night. Hampden, with his head drooping, and his hands leaning on his horse's neck, moved feebly out of the battle. The mansion which had been inhabited by his father-in-law, and from which in his youth he had carried home his The news of Hampden's death probride Elizabeth, was in sight. There duced as great a consternation in his still remains an affecting tradition party, according to Clarendon, as if that he looked for a moment towards their whole army had been cut off. that beloved house, and made an effort The journals of the time amply prove to go thither to die. But the enemy that the Parliament and all its friends lay in that direction. He turned his were filled with grief and dismay. horse towards Thame, where he arrived Lord Nugent has quoted a remarkable almost fainting with agony. The sur-passage from the next Weekly Intelligeons dressed his wounds. But there gencer. "The loss of Colonel Hamp was no hope. The pain which he suf-den gocth near the heart of every man fered was most excruciating. But he that loves the good of his king and endured it with admirable firmness country, and makes some conceive and resignation. His first care was little content to be at the army now for his country. He wrote from his that he is gone. The memory of this bed several letters to London concern-deceased colonel is such, that in no ing public affairs, and sent a last age to come but it will more and more pressing message to the head-quarters, be had in honour and esteem ; a man recommending that the dispersed forces so religious, and of that prudence, should be concentrated. When his judgment, temper, valour, and integpublic duties were performed, he calmly rity, that he hath left few his like prepared himself to die. He was at- behind." tended by a clergyman of the Church He had indeed left none his like (APRIL, 1832.) behind him. There still remained, BURLEIGH AND HIS TIMES. indeed, in his party, many acute intellects, many eloquent tongues, many brave and honest hearts. There still remained a rugged and clownish soldier, half fanatic, half buffoon, whose talents, discerned as yet only by one penetrating eye, were equal to all the highest duties of the soldier and the prince. But in Hampden, and in Hampden alone, were united all the qualities which, at such a crisis, were necessary to save the state, the valour and energy of Cromwell, the discernment and eloquence of Vane, the humanity and moderation of Manchester, the stern integrity of Hale, the ardent public spirit of Sydney. Others might possess the qualities which were necessary to save the popular party in the crisis of danger; he alone had both the power and the inclination to restrain its excesses in the hour of triumph. Others could conquer; he alone could reconcile. A heart as bold as his brought up the cuirassiers who turned the tide of battle on Marston Moor. As skilful an eye as his watched the Scotch army descending from the heights over Dunbar. But it was when to the sullen tyranny of Laud and Charles had succeeded the fierce conflict of sects and factions, ambitious of ascendency and burning for revenge, it was when the vices and ignorance which the old tyranny had generated threatened the new freedom with destruction, that England missed the sobriety, the self-command, the perfect soundness of judgment, the perfect rectitude of intention, to which the history of revolutions furnishes no parallel, or furnishes a parallel in Washington Memoirs of the Life and Administration of the Right Honourable William Cecil Lord Burghley, Secretary of State in the Reign of King Edward the Sixth, and Lord High Treasurer of England in the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. Containing an Historical View of the Times in which he lived, and of the many eminent and illustrious Persons with whom he was connected; with Extracts from his Private and Official Correspondence and other Papers, now first published from the Originals. By the Reverend EDWARD NARES, D. D., Regius Professor of Modern History in the University of Oxford. 3 vols. 4to. London: 1828, 1832. alone. THE work of Dr. Nares has filled us with astonishment similar to that which Captain Lemuel Gulliver felt when first he landed in Brobdingnag, and saw corn as high as the oaks in the New Forest, thimbles as large as buckets, and wrens of the bulk of turkeys. The whole book, and every component part of it, is on a gigantic scale. The title is as long as an ordinary preface: the prefatory matter would furnish out an ordinary book; and the book contains as much reading as an ordinary library. We cannot sum up the merits of the stupendous mass of paper which lies before us better than by saying that it consists of about two thousand closely printed quarto pages, that it occupies fifteen hundred inches cubic measure, and that it weighs sixty pounds avoirdupois. Such a book might, before the deluge, have been considered as light reading by Hilpa and Shalum. But unhappily the life of man is now threescore years and ten; and we cannot but think it somewhat unfair in Dr. Nares to demand from us so large a portion of so short an existence. Compared with the labour of reading through these volumes, all other labour, the labour of thieves on the treadmill, of children in factories, of negroes in sugar plantations, is an agrecable recreation. There was, it is said, a criminal in Italy, who was suffered to make his choice between Guicciardini and the galleys. He chose the history. But the war of Pisa was too much for him. He changed his mind, and went to the oar. Guicciardini, though cer tainly not the most amusing of writers, | temper, a sound judgment, great powers is a Herodotus or a Froissart, when of application, and a constant eye to the compared with Dr. Nares. It is not main chance. In his youth he was, it merely in bulk, but in specific gravity also, that these memoirs exceed all other human compositions. On every subject which the Professor discusses, he produces three times as many pages as another man; and one of his pages is as tedious as another man's three. His book is swelled to its vast dimensions by endless repetitions, by episodes which have nothing to do with the main action, by quotations from books which are in every circulating library, and by reflections which, when they happen to be just, are so obvious that they must necessarily occur to the mind of every reader. He employs more words in expounding and defending a truism than any other writer would employ in supporting a paradox. Of the rules of historical perspective, he has not the faintest notion. There is neither foreground nor background in his delineation. The wars of Charles the Fifth in Germany are detailed at almost as much length as in Robertson's life of that prince. The troubles of Scotland are related as fully as in M'Crie's Life of John Knox. It would be most unjust to deny that Dr. Nares is a man of great industry and research; but he is so utterly incompetent to arrange the materials which he has collected that he might as well have left them in their original repositories. Neither the facts which Dr. Nares has discovered, nor the arguments which he urges, will, we apprehend, materially alter the opinion generally entertained by judicious readers of history concerning his hero. Lord Burleigh can hardly be called a great man. He was not one of those whose genius and energy change the fate of empires. He was by nature and habit one of those who follow, not one of those who lead. Nothing that is recorded, either of his words or of his actions, indicates intellectual or moral elevation. But his talents, though not brilliant, were of an eminently useful kind; and his principles, though not inflexible, were not more relaxed than those of his associates and competitors. He had a cool seems, fond of practical jokes. Yet He paid great |