inducted into the parsonage of Bemerton, a mile from Salisbury; the third day after which, he said to his wife, “You are now a minister’s wife, and must now so far forget your father’s house, as not to claim a precedence of any one of your parishioners; for you are to know that a priest’s wife can challenge no precedence or place, but that which she purchases by her obliging humility; and I am sure, places so purchased do best become them.  And let me tell you, that I am so good a herald, as to assure you that this is truth.”  These rules his meek wife observed with cheerful willingness.  Herbert now set about his “Priest to the Temple:  or the Country Parson, his character, and rule of Holy Life.”  Unlike many doctrinists, he practised his own rules:  he was a self-example of his own precepts, and his book was the rule of his own life; or, as Walton more beautifully explains it “his behaviour towards God and man may be said to be a practical comment on the holy rules set down in that useful book.”  Thus, he sets forth the Diversities of a Pastor’s life:  the Parson’s life, knowledge, praying, preaching, Sundays, house, courtesy, charity, church, comfort, eye, mirth, &c.; his prayers before and after Sermon, with a few poetical pieces of quaint but touching sweetness.  His poetry has been censured for its point and antithesis; but he cultivated the poetical art to convey moral and devotional sentiments; others excel him in smoothness of versification, but not in benevolent purpose.  Herbert though himself a pattern of humility, was younger brother of the celebrated Lord Herbert of Cherbury, whom Horace Walpole abuses for his beauty and gallant bearing, tinctured it must be allowed, with affected notions of high birth.  But the gay philosopher of Cherbury lived in the last days of chivalry, and had their light but gleamed upon Walpole, he would, in all probability, have borne the very qualities which he so loudly censures in Herbert.  The pastor Herbert’s wife was nearly related to Lord Danby, so that the caution which we have quoted was perhaps requisite.  As Herbert sank his own high birth, it was but fit that his wife should forget hers also.

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THE NEW BATH GUIDE.

What a change from grave to gay—­from the moral antitheses of Herbert’s Country Parson to the fun and folly of Anstey’s New Bath Guide, with etchings by George Cruikshank, and cuts admirably designed and engraved by S. Williams—­as Mr. Simkin dressing for the ball: 

  But what with my Nivernois hat can compare,
  Bag-wig and laced ruffles, and black solitaire,
  And what can a man of true fashion denote,
  Like an ell of good riband tyed under the throat.