fashionable cultivation of the French language. We may mention that a beautiful early Anglo-Norman MS. of Guy of Warwick is preserved in the Arundel collection in the College of Arms. It is certain, according to Dugdale, that the story of the famous Guy Earl of Warwick was existing in tapestry on the walls of Warwick castle in the year 1398, when it is mentioned in a special grant, made by Richard II., to Thomas Holland, earl of Kent. Mr. Warton is of opinion, however, that the language of these metrical romances underwent considerable changes, at a later period, in their transcription from the more ancient and simple narratives. The romance of Sir Guy, the authorship of which has been attributed, by Bale and others, to Walter of Exeter, a Franciscan friar, but without any certainty, was first printed in French at Paris by Anthoine Couteau for Francois Regnault. 7. March 1525, small folio, in Gothic letter, of which a copy sold at the Roxburghe sale, No. 6143, for 337. 128., and at the White Knight's do., No. 1968, for 277. 68. Of this rare edition, which is ornamented with several wood engravings, the editor possesses a beautiful copy, bound by Bauzonnet, from the collection of the Prince of Esseling. An English edition of it in verse appeared about three years later, from the press of William Copland, 4to, black letter, without date. A perfect copy of this edition was purchased by Mr. Heber at the Roxburghe sale, No. 3228, for 437. 18., and at the sale of the library of the latter in 1834, pt. iv, No. 961, was resold for 251. A later edition was printed by John Cawood in 4to, no date, in verse, and numerous abridgments of this romance, both in prose and verse, published in the common chap book form, have appeared at various times since. Of the present version by Rowland, which varies in some degree from the older copies, the first edition was printed in 1607, 4to, and was followed by others, viz., by Edw. Allde, 4to, without date, in 1654, 1667, 1679 and 1682, and probably more frequently still; all of them, from the great popularity of the work, are now of considerable rarity, and generally bring high prices. The title-page is chiefly filled with a large woodcut, representing the hero Sir Guy on horseback, in full armour, with a large plume of feathers on his helmet, and another on his horse's head, holding a boar's head on his spear, and a lion walking tamely by his side. There are also six other woodcuts in the volume, of coarse design and execution, illustrative of the principal events of the narrative. It has a prose dedication to Philip, Earl of Montgomery, Lord Herbert of Shurland, followed by a poetical address "To the Noble English Nation," another of three stanzas, "To the Honourable Ladies of England," and "The Argument" of the poem. The first of these thus alludes to the style of literature which then prevailed of epigrams and satires and verses addressed to patrons for hire. Renowned English! whom our Lines invite To carry Verse about the Town for pay: Could match all Kingdoms in the world beside. The poem is composed in six-line stanzas, and is divided into twelve cantos, each of them preceded by a heading of four lines. Like most of the other works of the same author, it betrays strong marks of haste and carelessness, which is apparent in many parts, and especially in the second encounter of Guy with Colbrond the giant in the twelfth canto, whom he had already slain in the sixth, and had sent his head to the emperor. But although betokening evident signs of haste, some of the descriptions are written with considerable force and skill, as witness the spirited accouut of Guy's rencontre with the dragon. Canto 7. Passing the Desart now, where shady trees There with the crystal streams they cool their heat, And slake their thirst they had endured long; There did they make the herbs and roots their meat, To satisfie for Nature's hungry wrong: But on a sudden at a noise they wonder, A Lyon roar'd as if great Jove did thunder. Heraud (quoth Guy) to horse, let's be prepar'd, So forth he rides, and underneath a hill The Dragon winds his crooked knotted tail At last the Lyon faintly turns aside, And looks about, as if he would be gone; Nay then (quoth Guy) Dragon, have at your hide, The ugly beast, with slaggy wings displai'd, His blazing eyes did burn like living fire, Then Guy could reach at length of weapons stroke: Thus in most ireful mood himself he bore, With that his mortal sting he stretched out, One fatal blow he gave him in the side, Nay then, quoth he, thou hast not long to live, The Conqueror, then all the dreadful fight. The eleventh canto, commencing with a description of Guy's "painful pilgrim life," contains some fine thoughts expressed in adequate language, and will afford us a favourable specimen of the poem. Canto 11. Behold the man that sought contentions out, And for his Venus rang'd the world about, To find out dreadful combats, fierce alarms. In his own wrongs by vow he will not strike, For he hath now fram'd Nature thereunto: No worldly joy can giue his mind content, His spending Youth about the serving sin : His looks were sad, complexion pale and wan, His life he led like a religious man, His Habit, poor and homely, thin and bare; His dignities and honors were forgot, Sometimes he would go search into a grave, And then himself would answer for the head, If thou hast bin some Monarch, where's the Queen ? My golden Scepter, in a fleshly hand Hast thou been some great Counsellor of State, To kill the worms that in my coffin lies. Perhaps thou wast some beauteous Ladies face, And on this scalp, so wormy eaten bare, Such memories he often would prefer, |