From a Collection of Poems by several hands.  London:  Dodsley, 1748.

J.W.H.

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EPIGRAMS FROM BUCHANAN.

  A beautiful nymph wish’d Narcissus to pet her;
  But he saw in the fountain one he loved much better. 
  Thou hast look’d in his mirror and loved; but they tell us
  No rival will tease thee, so never be jealous.

J.O.W.H.

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    There’s a lie on thy cheek in its roses,
      A lie echo’d back by thy glass,
    Thy necklace on greenhorns imposes,
      And the ring on thy finger is brass. 
  Yet thy tongue, I affirm, without giving an inch back,
  Outdates the sham jewels, rouge, mirror and pinchbeck.

J.O.W.H.

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MISTAKES ABOUT GEORGE CHAPMAN THE POET.

Dr. W. Cooke Taylor, in the introduction to his elegant reprint of Chapman’s Homer, says of George Chapman, that “he died on the 12th of May, 1655, and was buried at the south side of St. Giles’s Church.”  The date here is an error; for 1655 we should read 1634.

Sir Egerton Brydges, in his edition of Phillip’s Theatrum Poetarum (Canterbury, 1800, p. 252.), says of the same poet, “A monument was erected over his grave by Inigo Jones, which was destroyed with the old church.”  Here also is an error.  Inigo Jones’s altar-tomb to the memory of his friend is still to be seen in the churchyard, against the south wall of the church.  The inscription, {373} which has been imperfectly re-cut, is as follows:—­

  “Georgius Chapman
        Poeta
        MDCXX
   Ignatius Jones,
  Architectus Regius
     ob honorem
  bonarum Literarum
      familiari
     suo hoe mon
     D.S.P.F.C.”

There is no proof that Inigo Jones’s tomb now occupies its original site.  The statement that Chapman was studied on the south side of the church is, I believe, mere conjecture.

EDWARD F. RIMBAULT.

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MINOR NOTES

Shakspeare and George Herbert.—­Your correspondent D.S. (Vol. ii., p. 263.) has pointed out two illustrations to Shakspeare in George Herbert’s poems.  The parallel passages between the two poets are exceedingly numerous.  There are one or two which occur to me on the instant:—­

  The Church Porch: 

  “In time of service, seal up both thine eyes,
  And send them to thy heart; that, spying sin,
  They may weep out the stains, by them did rise.”

  Cf. Hamlet, III. 4.: 

                “O Hamlet, speak no more;
  Thou turnst mine eyes into my very soul,
  And there I see such black and grained spots
  As will not leave their tinct.”

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