The next poem, and the last of the _modern-antiques_ that it may be worth while to note, is the story of William Canning, the illustrious founder of Redcliff Church, and is worthy of the author and his subject. "Anent a brooklet as I lay reclined, Listening to hear the water glide along, Minding how thorough the green meads it twined, While caves responded to its muttering song, To distant-rising Avon as it sped, Where, among hills, the river show'd his head. Engarlanded with crowns of osier-weeds, And wreaths of alders of a pleasant scent. "Then from the distant stream arose a maid, Whose gentle tresses moved not to the wind. Like to the silver moon in frosty night, The damsel did come on so blithe and bright. No broider'd mantle of a scarlet hue, No peakèd shoon with plaited riband gear, No costly paraments of woaden blue; Nought of a dress but beauty did she wear; Naked she was, and looked sweet of youth, And all betoken'd that her name was Truth." The few words then spoken by this angelical lady--who unhappily favoured Chatterton but with "angel visits, short and far between"--throw him into a reverie on the life of William Canning, whose boyhood was more fortunate than the poet's; for it is here reported of Canning, that "He ate down learning with the wastlecake." Chatterton, poor fellow, had neither fine bread to eat, nor fine learning within the possibility of his acquisition. Yet even the worthy Corporation of his native city will, we doubt not, be willing to allow that the Blue-Coat Charity boy might be entitled to the praise he gives Canning in the next couplet: that he-- "As wise as any of the Aldermen, Had wit enough to make a Mayor at ten." We have limited these slight notices to the Rowley Poems; and such readers of our extracts as have been repelled from the perusal of those poems, by the formidable array of uncouth diction and strange spelling, may enquire what has become of the hard words. Here are long quotations, and not an obsolete term or unfamiliar metre among them. Chatterton took great pains to encrust his gold with verd-antique; it requires little to remove the green rubbish from the coin. By the aid of little else than his own glossary, "the Gode Preeste Rowleie, Aucthoure," is restored to his true form and pressure, and is all the fairer for the renovation.