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able. He says, " I will attend with patience how England will thrive, now that she is let · blood in the basilical vein, and cured, as they say, of the king's evil.” After the restoration he was made historiographer-royal, and was the first who ever obtained that title in England. He died in 1606.
Howel was the author of various publications; but the only one which is now remem. bered is, his “ Familiar Letters," pedanti cally entitled Epistolæ Hoeliane. They were first printed in 1645, and are said to be
partly historical, partly political, partly philosophical." The greater part of them is said to have been composed in prison, and as let-, ters, to be fictitious. They afford a lively picture of the times, and contain anecdotes not to be met with elsewhere. Notwithstanding some 'quaintness of wit and expression, they are justly considered as the best specimens of familiar letters which had then appeared in the language. Others of his letters, certainly genuine, written to lord Strafford, may be found among
of that nobleman.
To Christopher Jones, Esq. at Gray's-Inn, from Naples,
Honoured Father, I must still style you so, since I was adopted your son by so good a mother as Oxford: my mind lately prompted me, that I should commit a great solecism, if among the rest of my friends in England, I should leave you unsaluted, whom I love so dearly well, specially having such a fair and pregnant opportunity as the hand of this worthy gentleman, your cousin Morgan, who is now posting hence for England: he will tell
you how it fares with me; how any time these thirty odd months I have been tossed from shore to shore, and passed under various meridians, and am now in this voluptuous and luxuriant city of Naples : and though these frequent removes and tumblings under climes of differing temper were not without some danger, yet the delight which accompanied them was far greater ; and it is impossible for any man to conceive the true pleasure of peregrination, but he who actually enjoys and puts it in practịce, Believe it, sir, that one year well employed abroad by one of mature judgment (which you know I want very much) advantageth more in point of useful and solid knowledge than three in any of our universities, You know running waters are the purest, so they that traverse the world up and down have the clearest understanding; being faithful eye-witnesses of those things which others receive but in trust, whereunta
they must yield an intuitive consent, and a kind of implicit faith. When I passed through some parts of Lombardy, among other things I observed the physiognomies and complexions of the people, men and women ; and I thought I was in Wales, for divers of them have a cast of countenance, and a nearer resemblance with our nation, than any I ever saw yet: and the reason is obvious; for the Romans having been near upon three hundred years among us, where they had four legions (besore the English nation or language had any being) by so long a coalition and tract of time the two nations must needs copulate and mix: insomuch that I believe there is yet remaining in Wales many of the Roman race, and divers in Italy of the British. Among other resemblances, one was in their prosody, and vein of versifying or rhyming, which is like our bards, whọ hold agnominations, and enforcing of consonant words or syllables, one upon the other, to be the greatest elegance. As for example, in Welsh, Tewgris, todyrris ty’r derrin, gwillt, &c. so have I seen divers old rhymes in Italian running so: Donne, 0 danno che felo affronto : Inselva salvo a me : Piu caro cuore, &c.
Being lately in Rome, among other pasquils, I met with one that was against the Scots; though it had some gall in it, yet it had a great deal of wit, especially towards the conclusion : so that I think if king James saw it, he would but laugh at it.
As I remember, some years since there was a very abusive satire in verse brought to our king: and as the passages were reading before him he often said, that if there were no more men in England, the rogue should hang for it: at last, being come to the con, clusion, which was (after all his railing)
Now God preserve the king, the queen, the peers,
this pleased his majesty so well that he broke into a laughter, and said, By my soul so thou shalt for me ; thou art a bitter, but thou art a witty knave.
When you write to Monmouthshire, I pray, send my respects to my tutor, master Moor Fortune, and my service to sir Charles Williams: and according to that relation which is betwixt us at Oxford, .
Your constant son to serve you, Oct. 8, 1621.
To my honoured Friend and Father Mr. B. Johnson,
Being lately in France, and returning in a coach from Paris to Rouen, I lighted upon the society of a knowing gentleman, who related to me a choice story,
which peradventure you may make use of in your way.
Some hundred and odd years since, there was in France one captain Coucy, a gallant gentleman of ancient extraction, and keeper of Coucy Castle, which is yet standing, and in good repair. He fell in love with a young gentlewoman, and courted her for his wife: there was reciprocal love between them, but her parents understanding of it, by way of prevention, they shuffled up a forced match 'twixt her and one monsieur Fayel, who was a great heir. Captain Coucy hereupon quitted France in great discontent, and went to the wars in Hungary against the Turk, where he received a mortal wound, not far from Buda, Being carried to his lodging, he languished some days; but a little before his death he spoke to an ancient servant of his, that he had many proofs of his fidelity and truth, but now he had a great business to intrust him with, which he conjured him by all means to do; which was, that after his death he should get his body to be opened, and then to take his heart out of his breast, and put it įn an earthen pot to be baked to powder; then to put the powder into a handsome box, with that bracelet of hair he had worn long about his left wrist, which was a lock of mademoiselle Fayel's hair, and put it among the powder, together with a