he different
departments were called, to weep bitter tears in regret for the past
in the solitude of his dingy sanctum in Bell Yard, leaving an
emancipated clerk, who had served under the thraldom of the old
_regime_, exclaiming, "Good Heavens! Only imagine any of us daring to
use such language to a proctor two years ago!"

R.W.

* * * * *

THE LAY OF THE LEVELER.

Among the less known writings of Francis Quarles, author of the once
famous _Emblems_, is a volume, now become very scarce, entitled _The
Shepheards Oracles, delivered in certain Eglogues_. The copy of it to
which I have access was published in 1646, or two years after
Quarles's death. This spirited poem must have been perused with
intense interest by Quarles's contemporaries. But history is
constantly repeating itself with more or less of modification, and
_The Shepheards Oracles_, at least here and there, and with reference
to England, reads, but for its quaintness of manner and idiom, like a
production of the nineteenth century. In the course of it there occur
some verses, put into the mouth of Anarchus, which are well worth
resuscitating. These verses, to which I have supplied a title as
above, are, in a sufficiently exact transcription, as follows:

Know, then, my brethren, heav'n is cleare,
And all the Clouds are gone;
The Righteous now shall flourish, and
Good dais are coming on.
Come, then, my Brethren, and be glad,
And eke rejoyce with me:
Lawn Sleeves and Rochets shall goe down:
And, hey! then up goe we.

Wee'l break the windows which the Whore
Of Babylon hath painted;
And, when the Popish Saints are down,
Then Barow shall be Sainted.
There's neither Crosse nor Crucifixe
Shall stand for man to see:
Romes trash and trump'ries shall goe downe;
And, hey! then up goe we.

What ere [sic] the Popish hands have built,
Our Hammers shall undoe;
Wee'l breake their Pipes, and burn their Copes,
And pull downe Churches, too:
Wee'l exercise within the Groves,
And teach beneath a Tree;
Wee'l make a Pulpit of a Cart;
And, hey! then up goe we.

Wee'l down with all the Varsities,
Where Learning is profest,
Because they practise and maintain
The language of the Beast:
Wee'l drive the Doctors out of doores,
And Arts, what ere [sic] they be;
Wee'l cry both Arts and Learning down;
And, hey! then up goe we.

Wee'l d