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WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT.

BORN 1611.-DIED 1643.

WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT was the son of an innkeeper at Cirencester, who had been reduced to that situation by spending a good estate. He was a King's scholar at Westminster, and took orders at Oxford, where he became, says Wood, “ a most forid and seraphic preacher.” Bishop Duppa, his intimate friend, appointed him succentor of the church of Salisbury in 1644. In the same year he was one of the council of war, or delegacy, appointed by the University of Oxford, for providing troops sent by the King to protect, or, as the opposite party alleged, to overawe the universities. His zeal in this service occasioned his being imprisoned by the parliamentary forces on their arrival ; but he was speedily released on bail. Early in the year 1643 he was appointed junior proctor of his university, and also reader in metaphysics. The latter office we may well suppose him to have filled with ability, as, according to Lloyd's account, he studied at the rate of sixteen hours a day : but he survived his appointment to it for a very short time, being carried off by a malignant fever, called the campdisease, which was then epidemical at Oxford. Cartwright died in his thirty-second year; but he lived long enough to earn the distinguishing praise of Ben Jonson, who used to say of him, “My son Cartwright writes all like a man."

WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT.

TO MR. W. B.

AT THE BIRTH OF HIS FIRST CHILD.

Y’are now transcrib’d, and publike view
Perusing finds the copy true,
Without erratas new crept in,
Fully compleat and genuine :
And nothing wanting can espy,
But only bulk and quantity :
The text in letters small we see,
And the arts in one epitome.
O what pleasure do you take
To hear the nurse discovery make,
How the nose, the lip, the eye,
The forehead full of majesty,
Shews the father? how to this
The mother's beauty added is :
And after all with gentle numbers
To wooe the infant into slumbers.

And these delights he yields you now,
The swath, and cradle, this doth show :

But hereafter when his force
Shall wield the rattle and the horse!
When his ventring tongue shall speak
All synalæphacs", and shall break
This word short off, and make that two,
Pratling as obligations do :
"Twill ravish the delighted sense
To view these sports of innocence,
And make the wisest dote upon
Such pretty imperfection.

These hopeful cradles promise such
Future goodness, and so much,
That they prevent my prayers, and I
Must wish but for formality.

I wish religion timely be
Taught him with his A B C.
I wish him good and constant health,
His father's learning, but more wealth ;
And that to use, not hoard ; a purse
Open to bless, not shut to curse.
May he have many, and fast friends,
Meaning good will, pot private ends,
Such as scorn to understand,
When they name love, a peece of land.
May the swath and whistle be
The hardest of his bonds. May he
Have no sad cares to break his sleep,
Nor other cause,

than now, to weep.
May he ne'er live to be again,
What he is is now, a child ; may pain,
If it do visit as a guest,
Only call in, not dare to rest.

• A collision of a vowel left out in scanning.

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