Or stair, or courts; but stand'st an ancient pile, Thou hast thy walks for health, as well as sport: At his great birth, where all the Muses met." of the Medway; it was the ancient seat of sir Stephen Pencestre, warden of the Cinque Ports, and Constable of Dover Castle, in the reign of Henry III., and was granted by Edward VI. to sir William Sidney and his heirs :-having been forfeited to the crown by the rebellion of sir R. Fane, its last proprietor. 2 Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show Of touch or marble.] The common kind of black marble frequently made use of in funeral monuments, was then called by this name; so Weaver, giving the account of a tomb at Hampstead: "Under a fair monument of marble and touch," &c. From its solidity and firmness it was used also as the test of gold: in this sense it occurs in Shakspeare: "Ah! Buckingham, now do I ply the touch." Richard III. Act iv. sc. 2. And from this use of it, the name itself was taken. It seems to be the same with that anciently called basalt. WHAL. 3 At his great birth, where all the Muses met,] i. e. sir Philip Sidney's, who was born at Penshurst in Kent. WHAL. Sir Philip Sidney was born 29th November, 1554. "That taller tree," produced from an acorn, planted on his birth-day, and which has been the theme of many poets, is no longer standing. It is said to have been felled by mistake in 1768; a wretched apology, if true, and, in a case of such notoriety, scarcely possible. Waller, in one of his poems, written at Penshurst, where he amused himself with falling in love, has an allusion to this oak: "Go, boy, and carve this passion on the bark Of yonder tree, which stands the sacred mark On which the commentator on his poems observes that though no tradition of the circumstance remained in the family, yet the obser There, in the writhed bark, are cut the names Thy copse, too, named of Gamage, thou hast there," vation of Cicero on the Marian oak might not unaptly be applied to it. "Manet vero et semper manebit. Sata est enim ingenio: Nullius autem agricola cultu stirps tam diuturna quam poetæ versu seminari potest." De leg. lib. i. About a century after the date of Waller's verses, this oak was still standing, and the ingenious Mr. F. Coventry wrote the following lines under its shade: "Stranger kneel here! to age due homage pay My growth began,-the same illustrious morn, An hundred years; and lo! my clefted rind, thy lady's oak.] There is an old tradition that a lady Leicester (the wife undoubtedly of sir Robert Sidney) was taken in travail under an oak in Penshurst park, which was afterwards called my Lady's oak. Thy copse, too, named of Gamage.] "This coppice is now called lady Gamage's bower; it being said that Barbara Gamage, countess of Leicester, used to take great delight in feeding the deer therein from her own hands." Dug. Baron. This lady was daughter and heiress of John Gamage of Coytie, in Glamorganshire, and the first wife of sir Robert. And if the high-swoln Medway fail thy dish, And pikes, now weary their own kind to eat, Bright eels that emulate them, and leap on land, Then hath thy orchard fruit, thy garden flowers, Fig, grape, and quince, each in his time doth come: Hang on thy walls, that every child may reach. Thy lord and lady, though they have no suit. Some nuts, some apples; some that think they make The need of such? whose liberal board doth flow, Where comes no guest, but is allow'd to eat, 6 Where comes no guest, but is allow'd to eat, Without his fear, and of thy lord's own meat, &c.] This, and what follows, may appear a strange topic for praise to those who are unacquainted with the practice of those times. But, in fact, the liberal mode of hospitality here recorded, was almost peculiar Where the same beer and bread, and self-same wine, That is his lordship's, shall be also mine. And I not fain to sit (as some this day, At great men's tables) and away. yet dine But gives me what I call, and lets me eat, to this noble person. The great, indeed, dined at long tables (they had no other in their vast halls) and permitted many guests to sit down with them; but the gradations of rank and fortune were rigidly maintained, and the dishes grew visibly coarser as they receded from the head of the table. No reader of our old poets can be ignorant of the phrase, below the salt; but it may not be generally known that in some countries the custom yet prevails. It is the natural consequence of feudal manners; and the scene between the patron and the client which excited the caustic indignation of Juvenal, is daily renewed in many parts of Russia, and in the whole of Poland. In England the system was breaking up when Jonson wrote, and he notices it with his usual good sense. It is to the honour of Penshurst that the observation was made there. Herrick, who abounds in imitations of Jonson, whom he loved and admired, has copied many passages of this and the following poem, in his Panegyrick to sir L. Pemberton. Here is one of them: "No, no, thy bread, thy wine, thy jocund beere Is not reserv'd for Trebius here, But all, who at thy table seated are, Find equal freedom, equal fare," &c. Didst thou then make 'em! and what praise was heap'd To have her linen, plate, and all things nigh, These, Penshurst, are thy praise, and yet not all. His children thy great lord may call his own;" Those proud ambitious heaps, and nothing else, III. TO SIR ROBERT WROTH. OW blest art thou, canst love the country, Whether by choice, or fate, or both! And though so near the city, and the court, Art ta'en with neither's vice nor sport: Thy great lord, &c.] Robert Sidney, the second son of sir Henry Sidney, and brother of sir Philip, was knighted for his gallant behaviour at the battle of Zutphen, 1586; advanced to the dignity of baron Sidney of Penshurst by James, created viscount Lisle in 1605, and finally promoted to the earldom of Leicester in 1618. He is not flattered in these pleasing lines; for his character was truly excellent. 8 And though so near the city and the court.] The seat of sir |