“Her father, brother, husband, ... kinges; Royall relations! from her springes A prince and princesse; and from those Faire certaintyes, and rich hope growes.” Here’s poetry shall be secure While Britaine, Denmarke, Rheine endure: Enough on earth; what purchase higher, Save heaven, to perfect her desire? And as a straying starr intic’t And governd those wise-men to Christ, Ev’n soe a herauld-starr this yeare Did beckon to her to appeare: A starr which did not to our nation Portend her death, but her translation: For when such harbingers are seene, God crownes a saint, not kills a queene. VINCENT CORBET, Who, from causes which I have not conclusively ascertained, assumed the name of Poynter, was one of those by whose experience and information sir Hugh Platt, at a period when the horticultural arts in this country were in their infancy, was enabled to publish his “Garden Of Eden.” The beautiful “Epitaph” of Ben Jonson, and the following “Elegy,” are high testimonials of his amiable and virtuous disposition. His father’s name I have not learned; but his mother, whose name was Rose, was buried at Twickenham, September the 13th, 1611, and the register of the same parish proves that her son pursued her path the 29th April, 1619. Among other legacies, he bequeathed to the poor of Twickenham forty shillings, to be paid immediately after his decease; and four loads of charcoal, to be distributed at the discretion of the churchwardens. These bequests are overlooked by Ironside and Lysons, and I am happy in recording the father of bishop Corbet as a benefactor to my native village. Nescis quâ natale solum dulcedine captos Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui. AN ELEGIE UPON THE DEATH OF HIS OWNE FATHER.