The history of finger-rings is more abundant than the poetry, which is chiefly connected with the ceremonies and observances in which they figure. What this history is Mr. Edwards has indicated in the gossipy pages which follow, and which contain a world of curious information. Interesting in themselves, they are valuable for their references, which enable the reader to verify the statements of Mr. Edwards, and to pursue his line of study farther than he has chosen to do. He will find many particulars in regard to rings of all sorts, among the different people by whom they have been worn, in ancient and modern times, and of the important part they have played in the history of the world. He will also find many allusions to them in the poets, but not so many poems of which they were the inspiration as he might have expected, for the simple reason that such poems do not exist. “The small orbit of the wedding-ring,” as a nameless old poet satirically calls it, has seldom proved large enough for genius to revolve in. Mr. Edwards quotes but one marriage poem, “Thee, Mary, with this ring I wed,” which he fails to trace to its author, the Rev. Samuel Bishop, who has written nothing else that is worth remembering. I am happy to restore it to him, and TO HER RING. Blest ornament! how happy is thy snare, To bind the snowy finger of my fair! O, could I learn thy nice concise art, Now, as thou bind’st her fingers, bind her heart. Not Eastern diadems like thee can shine, Fed from her brighter eyes with beams divine; Nor can their mightiest monarch’s power command So large an empire as my charmer’s hand. O, could thy form thy fond admirer wear, Thy very likeness should in all appear; My endless love thy endless love should show, And my heart flaming, for thy diamond glow. R. H. S. |