poem, which he purposed to present to the queen, on the day of her accession.  To finish this, he forbore to sleep at his accustomed hours, till, in December, 1568, he fell sick of a kind of lingering disease, which Graunt has not named, nor accurately described.  The most afflictive symptom was want of sleep, which he endeavoured to obtain by the motion of a cradle.  Growing every day weaker, he found it vain to contend with his distemper, and prepared to die with the resignation and piety of a true Christian.  He was attended on his death-bed by Gravet, vicar of St. Sepulchre, and Dr. Nowel, the learned dean of St. Paul’s, who gave ample testimony to the decency and devotion of his concluding life.  He frequently testified his desire of that dissolution which he soon obtained.  His funeral sermon was preached by Dr. Nowel.

Roger Ascham died in the fifty-third year of his age, at a time when, according to the general course of life, much might yet have been expected from him, and when he might have hoped for much from others:  but his abilities and his wants were at an end together; and who can determine, whether he was cut off from advantages, or rescued from calamities?  He appears to have been not much qualified for the improvement of his fortune.  His disposition was kind and social; he delighted in the pleasures of conversation, and was probably not much inclined to business.  This may be suspected from the paucity of his writings.  He has left little behind him; and of that little, nothing was published by himself but the Toxophilus, and the account of Germany.  The Schoolmaster was printed by his widow; and the epistles were collected by Graunt, who dedicated them to queen Elizabeth, that he might have an opportunity of recommending his son, Giles Ascham, to her patronage.  The dedication was not lost:  the young man was made, by the queen’s mandate, fellow of a college in Cambridge, where he obtained considerable reputation.  What was the effect of his widow’s dedication to Cecil, is not known:  it may be hoped that Ascham’s works obtained for his family, after his decease, that support which he did not, in his life, very plenteously procure them.

Whether he was poor by his own fault, or the fault of others, cannot now be decided; but it is certain that many have been rich with less merit.  His philological learning would have gained him honour in any country; and, among us, it may justly call for that reverence which all nations owe to those who first rouse them from ignorance, and kindle among them the light of literature.  Of his manners, nothing can be said but from his own testimony, and that of his contemporaries.  Those who mention him allow him many virtues.  His courtesy, benevolence, and liberality, are celebrated; and of his piety, we have not only the testimony of his friends, but the evidence of his writings.