A RELATION of the Funeral Pomp, in which the Body of gustavus the Great, Late King of Sweden, was carried from the Castle of Vbolgast, to the Seaside, to be transported into Swethland.  
TOGETHER, With a strange apparition of the Moon the Night before.  
LONDON Printed by B.A. & T, F. for Thom: Walkley, and are to be sold at his Shop, near White-Hall. 1633.   

THE FUNERAL Pomp of GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS.  
THe fifteenth of july last, being the day immediately foregoing that Funeral Pomp, in which the Hearse of GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS the late glorious King of Sweden, was remooved from Vbolgast to the Sea side, to be so transported into his own Kingdom, by the Queen his Widow, a prodigious apparition of the Moon happened. The Carrier or Post of Argentine, was travelling by Night with three more in his company, of whom one was a man of quality a Doctor of Physic, and Mathematician; about nine of the clock they were near to a Village called Eintritt. The Moon was then in her Wane, and grew horned (for it was four days after the full) at which as they were looking, they perfectly discerned another little Moon, moving up and down with various motions, about the upper horn of the true Moon. At last they joined together; from which conjunction, a clear and perfect circular figure was made, as if the Moon had then shined in her full. But long it continued not in that form, but changed into the shape of a man's head▪ At which whilst they gazed with wonder, they began to know the face of the late King GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS. In that form, the Moon continued about a quarter of an hour before she took her own shape again, that they might perfectly discover (not without fear and astonishment) the King's head, with all the true lineaments of his face, and figure of his beard and hair.  
From this portentous apparition of the Moon, were diverse opinions and discourses raised among the people. Some remembered a prophetic speech which the K of Swethland, whilst living, was heard to make, that after he was dead, his Armies would continue victorious, and from thence a fame would be raised, that he himself was living, and his death for a long time not be generally believed, Others began to make a Religious predication of it; and comparing the Christian Church to the true Moon (because the Church in all ages, like the Moons, has had increases & decreases) and knowing that the Turkish Empire has borne for their Arms the Moon, they compared that to the false Moon, which they had seen to move about the horn of the true Moon, and from that conjunction of them they prophesied, That God would in mercy call the Turks and join them shortly to his own true Christian Church.  
The day following, being the sixteenth of july, the King of Swethlands Funeral, whose Hearse had long remained in the Castle of Vbolgast, was removed, to be transported into Swethland. The Solemnity was in manner following; In the afternoon, Doctor JACOBUS FABRITIUS the King his chaplain, made a Funeral Sermon in the Chapel of the Castle of Vbolgast (where the Hearse stood. His Text was taken out of the fift Chapter of the Lamentations of JEREMY; the words these; The Crown of our head is fall'n off; Woe be to us now because we have sinned. Sermon being ended, the Funeral Pomp began to move forward about five a clock to the Seaside, where the Swedish fleet lay to receive his body. Colonel AXELIUS LILE marched foremost, followed by fourscore and twelve ranks of Musketeers eight in a rank, in mourning habit, and covered with hoods; after them in like habit, six and thirty ranks of Divines two in a rank, singing a mournful Ditty as they passed along. After whom, came fifty Students of the Waldenses, and an hundred and fourteen more, partly Germane, and partly Swedes, in long mourning Cloaks. Two great brazen Drums were carried in the next place, after which, came six Trumpeters, their Trumpets covered with black cloth, and each of them bearing a black Damask Banner, in which the Arms of Swethland were richly wrought with gold. After whom again, came two brazen Drums like the former, by men in the like habit; and six Trumpeters in the same fashion following.  
Immediately after, came two Heralds clothed in black silken robes, on which before and behind were the Arms of Swethland with great cost, and curiosity wrought in Needlework of Gold, these two Heralds carried either of them a Royal Sceptre of exceeding great value. Then followed the Marshal Ericas Guldenslernius, with a wonderful great number of the chief Counsellors and Officers belonging to the Elector of Brandenburg, and the Megapolitan Dukes. Next followed, the Master of the Ordnance Leonard Torstonson carrying a red Damask banner, with him were three and thirty Barons, and Noblemen, every one carrying a banner of several colours, in which the Arms of those several Provinces, which had been joined by conquest to the Crown of Sweden, were most richly wrought in needlework of gold. After every one of these Barons, a Horse was led covered with black cloth, upon which, the same work and arms were displayed in those Banners which the Lords carried.  
Then followed Benedict Oxensterne Master of the Horse to the King of Swethland bearing a black Banner of exceeding largeness, and so heavy that three other were fain to help him in the carriage of it; upon this banner were curiously and richly wrought in gold, not only the Arms of the Crown of Swethland, but of all those other several Provinces which had been displayed in the thirty three Banners going before, and here joined into one. After this great Banner, came a stately Horse, which King Gustavus had used to ride on, his maine was exceeding large and long. A rich covering of black, hemmed with gold he had upon him, and was adorned with feathers, black, white, and yellow. Upon his back in a wrought golden saddle, sat Charles Horn Lord Chamberlain of Swethland, clad in the Armour of the dead King, and wearing a chain of gold of exceeding great value. In his hand, he carried that sword drawn, which King Gustavus most used to wear, and at his saddle hung the King's pistol yet stained with blood, as it came out of the battle of Lutzen. After him, came another Horse covered with black, on which, a white Cross was woven. Then went two Heralds clothed in like manner as the former were, carrying two silver Sceptres, with others that carried money, which they threw among the people, all the way as the pomp passed along.  
After this followed the Hearse itself; before which Crailshem the Master of the Household marched alone. The Hearse was smooth at the top, and round about it hung those Arms of the several Provinces, which had been before displayed in those three and thirty Banners which the Barons carried; and immediately after it, the great Arms of the Kingdom of Swethland, with the Crown Royal, and Imperial Globe; about which, was the Title written in great Letters, gustavus ADOLPHUS MAGNUS; with the hours of his Nativity and Death, specified also. The Hearse itself, was carried by twenty Noblemen close Mourners, under a large black Canopy, whose four Corners were borne up by four Colonels. After whom came forty other Noblemen, apppointed by turns to carry the Hearse twenty at a time, and so to relieve each other all the way as the Funeral should pass. Behind these, came the Captain of the Guard Stenboccius, with fifty of his Guard, their Spears covered over with black cloth, and themselves attired in long Cloaks. Then came two Marshals, and after them the Elector of Brandenburg himself, the two Megapolitan Dukes, with other great Princes, besides the Ambassadors of the Prince Palatine and his Lady. Then followed some great Officers and Counsellors of the Kingdom of Swethland; of whom Herman Wrangell, john Banner, and Steno Beilke, were the chief. After them came two other Heralds, Adam dam Pentius, and Cassimire, Guildensterne; then followed the Queen of Swethland the mourning Widow of King gustavus, sitting in a black Chariot drawn with six Horses, Gabriel Oxensterne the Son of Gustavus, and Mathias Soap waited on the Queen's Chariot; after her, came the Elector of brandenburgh's Lady, the Duchess of Brunswick, the wives of the two Megapolitan Dukes, the two Daughters of Duke john Albert, the Daughter of the Elector of Brandenburg, the Duchess of Croy, and five Princely Ladies of Anhalt; every one of these great Ladies was led by two Noble men, one at either hand; after these again, followed two other Marshals, and then in one fair company came all the Ladies and Gentlewomen that waited upon the Queen, and that belonged to the marchioness of Brandenburg, the Duchess of Brunswick, and all those other Princesses that before were mentioned; behind them came all the Agents, Ambassadors, or Secretaries of the Cities thereabouts; and last of all, followed a troop of the deceased Kings ordinary household-servants, who brought up the rear of this long and great solemnity.  
This Funeral Pomp, though it were great, had been fare more magnificent and solemn, if the Swedish fleet, which arrived the day after being Saturday, had come at the appointed time; in which there were, an hundred Noble men with a great number of Soldiers all well provided of mourning attire, and bringing along with them many royal Ensigns, Flags, and Armours, which should have been shown to advance the state of the Funeral.  
When they were come from Vbolgast to the seaside, from whence a bridge was made over to the shipping, they set the Hearse down upon the shore; and Steno Beilkius standing before the Queen, in her Name, and in the names of all the States of Swethland in a learned Oration, gave thankes to the Electors, and the rest of the Princes there for the love they had showed to his deceased Master. The Oration being ended, and some salutations passed the King's Hearse, was borne into the ship to be transported with the Queen into Swethland; which was no sooner removed, than a thundering peal of Ordnance from the Castle and Town was given, and on the shore two bodies of Musketeers with a long and great Volley bad adieu to the body of that Marshal King.   

An Elegy upon the Death of the King of Sweden.  
'tWas late (great Heroë)  
 we could believe  
Thy death; and therefore  
late  we could grieve.  
The Fates were pleased to respite Britain's tear:  
So long a time, till she had gathered fears  
Enough to usher such a grief: till doubt  
And long disputes had vexed our Souls about  
The certain truth, because the silent skies;  
The Air; or Earth in threatening prodigies  
Forgot to speak so great a Worthies fall;  
And nature seemed not sensible at all  
Of her deep wound: uncertain rumours here,  
In stead of Comets, brought preparing fear  
To play his part,  sorrow came; nor durst  
Fame bring thy Story certain at the first.  
Intelligence was grown so slow: that we,  
Not as intelligence, but History,  
Are taught at last the Glorious Sweden's gone;  
Just as we know that Philip's mighty Son,  
That Cyrus, Caesar and the rest are dead.  
And now too stolen the Sorrow seems, to shed  
A tear; our eyes, even as we writ, are dry.  
It is thy Story, not thy Elegy  
That now is sought for, and the wish of all  
To hear thy Triumphs, not thy Funeral.  
But oh, what pen! what eloquence should tell  
Thy deeds, that never found a Parallel?  
What towering Muse should reach so high a flight  
As thy Heroic Story must invite  
A muse to take? Where should we find a Strain  
Though from Elysium we should call again  
That Bard, that honoured Thetis warlike Boy,  
Or him that famed the pious Prince of Troy,  
Or that lamented youth, whose stately strains  
Ennobled once Pharsaliaes' tragic plains?  
And therefore be content in this as well  
To be great Alexander's Parallel  
(As in thy Actions, and early fall  
Thou wert) to find no Poets pen at all.  
So much the greatness of his deeds did fright  
The Poets of his time, no Muse could write.  
Yet were thy acts more full of honour fare;  
More Just nor less successful was thy war.  
What Muse, alas, dares sing thy first renown?  
Before thou left'st thy North, to trample down  
That high-swollen Austrian Empire (as erst he  
His Greece, to crush the Persian Monarchy)  
More weighty tasks remained for thee at home  
Than him; and stronger foes to overcome,  
Before thy prowess could secure thine own  
And lay thy future fame's foundation.  
In stead of Athens, of the Theban state,  
And other Grecian Provinces, whose fate  
Did exercise the youth of Philip's Son:  
(Though there his Father had for him begun)  
The foes, that gave thee thy first triumphs, were  
The warlike Dane, and potent Polander.  
The great Moscovian, Monarch of so vast  
A territory, by thy sword was chased,  
And forced, by yielding up a spacious land,  
To purchase peace at thy victorious hand.  
What would have crowned another Heroës' name  
Was but the entrance to Gustavus Fame.  
And now the Fates esteemed thee fit to be  
The vindicator of great Germany;  
Th' Imperial bird that soared in proudest state,  
Gorged with so many Princes falls of late,  
Now all vnplumed, and torn, is forced to feel  
The vengeful dint of thy victorious steel.  
Not such true fame could Alexander boast  
When he subdued the gaudy Persian host  
Within those famous Strayts, or after near  
Arbella famed for that great slaughter there;  
As thou of Lypsicks' honoured field mayst do,  
And Tilly's fall. To pass with conquest through  
The well-armed Germane Empire, then o'errun  
Th' effeminate Persians, greater glory won.  
But weigh the causes, and proceed well,  
And then no more is he thy parallel;  
Whom wild Ambition only did lead on  
To rob of freedom, every Nation;  
Thou foughtst to set oppressed Princes free,  
And to restore the Germane liberty:  
Him every Kingdom, ere he did appear  
Like some great Plague, like mankind's Foe did fear:  
The many wronged Countries wished to see,  
And by thy just drawn Sword revenged to be.  
Wh●ch conquered to preserve the conquered Foe  
And not to ruin, nor enthral: And now  
Great Alexander yields to thee in glory  
And till some second Mars arise; whose Story  
May prove hereafter such as thine is now;  
Upon the top of Honour's house do thou  
Without a Rival, great gustavus, dwell;  
Enjoy thy Fame without a Parallel.  
The End