'In that Faery Queene, I mean,' he says, in his prose description of the Poem addressed to Raleigh, 'in that Faery Queene, I mean Glory in my general intention; but, in my particular, I conceive the most glorious person of our sovereign the Queen, and _her_ kingdom--in _Fairy Land_.

'And yet, in some places, I do otherwise shadow her. For considering she beareth _two persons, one_ of a most Royal _Queen_ or _Empress_, the other of a most VIRTUOUS and BEAUTIFUL lady--the _latter part_ I do express in BEL-PHEBE, fashioning her name according to your own _most excellent conceit_ of "_Cynthia_," Phebe and Cynthia being both names of _Diana_.' And thus he sings his poetic dedication:--

'To thee, that art the Summer's Nightingale,
Thy sovereign goddess's most dear delight,
Why do I send this rustic madrigal,
That may thy tuneful ear unseason quite?
_Thou, only fit this argument to write_,
In whose high thoughts _pleasure hath built her bower_,
And dainty love learn'd sweetly to indite.
My rhymes, I know, unsavoury are and soure
To taste the streams, which _like a golden showre_,
Flow from thy fruitful head of thy love's praise.
Fitter, perhaps, _to thunder martial stowre_,[Footnote]
When thee so list thy _tuneful_ thoughts to raise,
Yet _till that thou thy poem wilt make known_,
Let thy fair Cynthia's praises be thus rudely shown.'

[Footnote: 'Shine forth, thou Star of Poets, and with _rage_ _Or influence chide_, or _cheer_ the drooping stage.'

BEN JONSON.]

'Of me,' says Raleigh, in a response to this obscure partner of his works and arts,--a response not less mysterious, till we have found the solution of it, for it is an enigma.

'Of me _no lines_ are loved, _no letters_ are of price,
Of all that speak the English tongue, but those of _thy device_.'

[It was a '_device_' that symbolised _all_. It was a _circle_ containing the alphabet, or the _A B C_, and the esoteric meaning of it was '_all_ in _each_,' or _all_ in _all_, the new doctrine of the _unity_ of science (the '_Ideas_' of the New '_Academe_'). That was the token-name under which a great Book of this Academy was issued.]

It is to Sidney, Raleigh, and the Poet of the 'Faery-Queene,' and the rest of that courtly company of Poets, that the contemporary author in the Art of Poetry alludes, with a special commendation of Raleigh's vein, as the 'most lofty, insolent, and passionate,' when he says,' they have _writ_ excellently well, if their _doings_ could be found out and made public with the rest.'

CHAPTER IV.

RALEIGH'S SCHOOL, CONTINUED.--THE NEW ACADEMY.

EXTRACT FROM A LATER CHAPTER OF RALEIGH'S LIFE.

_Oliver_. Where will the old Duke live?

_Charles_. They say _he is already_ in the forest of _Arden_, and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England: they say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly as they did in the golden world.

As You Like It.

_Stephano_ [sings].
Flout 'em and skout'em; and skout'em and flout 'em,
_Thought_ is free._Cal_. That's not the tune.[Ariel _plays the tune on a tabor and pipe_.]_Ste_. What is this _same?__Trin_. This is the tune of our catch, played by--the picture
of--_Nobody_.

But all was not over with him in the old England yet--the present had still its chief tasks for him.