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For thee the hardy veteran drops a tear,
Withers, adieu ! yet not with thee remove
ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON,
At Easthamstead, in Berks, 1730. This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, 'Here lies an honest man:' A poet, bless'd beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the proud and great: Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace, Calmly he look'd on either life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; From nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had lived, and that he died.
ON MR. GAY,
In Westminster Abbey, 1730.
So there's an end of honest Jack:
'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back.
INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON,
In Westminster Abbey.
NATURE and nature's laws lay hid in night :
ON DR. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,
BISHOP OF ROCHESTER,
Who died in Exile in Paris, 1732. [His only daughter having expired in his arms,
imme. diately after she arrived in France to see him.]
DIALOGUE. She. Yes, we have lived-onc
and then we part; May Heaven, dear father! now have all thy heart. Yet, ah! how once we loved, remember still, Till you arc dust like me.
He. Dear shade! I will: Then mix this dust with thine-O spotless ghost! O more than fortune, friends, or country lost! Is there on earth one care, one wish beside ? Yes-- Save my country, Ileaven,'---He said, and died ON EDMUND DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM,
Who died in the 19th year of his age, 1735.
FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
ANOTHER, ON THE SAME. UNDER this marble or under this sill, Or under this turf, or e'en what they will; Whatever an leir, or a friend in his stead, Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head ; Lies one who ne'er cared, and still cares not a pin, What they said, or may say, of the mortal within ; But who, living and dying, serene still and free, Trusts in God, that as well as he was, he shall be.
LORD CONINGSBY'S EPITAPH.'
ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT.
Perhaps by Mr Pope.2
1 This Epitaph, originally written on Picus Mirandu. la, is applied to F. Chartres, and printed among the works of Swift. See Hawkesworth's edition, vol. vi.-S.
2 Mr. Pope, in one of the prints from Scheemaker's monument of Shakspeare in Westminster Abbey, has sufficiently shown his contempt of Alderman Barber, by the following couplet, which is substituted in the place of The cloud capt towers,' &c.
• Thus Britain loved me; and preserved my fame, Clear from a Barber's or a Benson's name.'-A. POPE
Pope might probably have suppressed his satire on the alderman, because he was one of Swift's acquaintances and correspondents; though in the fourth book of the Dunciad he has an anonymous stroke at him:
. So by each bard an alderman shall sit,
IN FOUR BOOKS; With the Prolegomena of Scriblerus, the Hypercritice
of Aristarchus, and Notes Variorum
A LETTER TO THE PUBLISHER,
Dunciado It is with pleasure I hear that you have procured & correct copy of the Dunciad, which the many surreptitious ones have rendered so necessary; and it is. yet with more, that I am informed it will be attended with a Commentary: a work so requisite, that I cannot think the author himself could have omitted it, had he approved of the first appearance of this poem.
Such notes as have occurred to me I herewith send you : you will oblige me by inserting them amongst those which are, or will be, transmitted to you by others; since not only the author's friends, but even strangers, appear engaged by humanity, to take some care of an orphan of so much genius and spirit, which its parent seems to have abandoned from the very beginning, and suffered to step into the world naked unguarded, and unattended.
It was upon reading some of the abusive papers lately published, that my great regard to a person, whose friendship I esteem as one of the chief honours of my life, and a much greater respect to truth than to him or any man living, engaged me in inquiries, of which the inclosed notes are the fruit.
I perceive that most of these authors had been (doubtless very wisely) the first aggressors. They had tried, till they were weary, what was to be got by railing at each other : nobody was either con