51. To Mr. BEATTIE. Apology for not accepting the degree of Doctor offered him by the University of Aberdeen 52. To Dr. WHARTON. Buffon's Natural History. Memoirs of Petrarch. 55. To Mr. BEATTIE. Thanks for a manuscript poem. Mr. Adam Fer- 57. To Mr. BEATTIE. More concerning the Glasgow edition of his 58. To the Duke of GRAFTON. Thanking him for his Professorship. 60. To Mr. BEATTIE. On the same subject Enumeration of such other literary pursuits of Mr. Gray as were not 1. To Mr. NICHOLLS. On the death of his uncle, Governor Floyer, and 2. To Mr. NICHOLLS. Congratulating him upon his situation, and men- 3. To Mr. BEATTIE. His reason for writing that Ode 5. To Dr. WHARTON. Description of Kirkstall-Abbey, and some other 6. To Mr. NICHOLLS. Of Nettley-Abbey and Southampton 8. To Mr. How. On receiving three of Count Algarotti's Treatises, and hinting an error which that author had fallen into, with regard to 9. To Mr. How. After perusing the whole of Count Algarotti's works 10. To Mr. NICHOLLS. On the affection due to a mother. Description 2. Continues to deplore his separation from his friend 3. Mentions his return from Suffolk, and still pursues the subject of his 391 12. To Dr. WHARTON. Of his tour, taken the year before, to Mon- mouth, &c.. Intention of coming to.Old Park. And of his ill state 1. The little concern produced by public calamities. Some remarks upon 2. Description of true philosophy. Conduct of Mr. Ratcliffe at his exe- cution 3. Elegy written in a Country Church-yard first forwarded. 4. Observations upon a dramatic performance, entitled Elfrida, from the 405 6. Mr. Lyttleton's Elegy and Mr. Walpole's Epistle from Florence con- 16. Means recommended to secure his restoration to health. Inquiries re- 17. Prevailing opinions respecting the work entitled Historic Doubts. garotti's purchase of an excellent Holbein picture. Curious ta- MEMOIRS OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF MR. GRAY. SECTION I. THE lives of men of letters seldom abound with incidents; and perhaps no life ever afforded fewer than that which I have undertaken to write. But I am far from mentioning this by way of previous apology, as is the trite custom of biographers. The respect which I owe to my deceased friend, to the public, and (let me add) to myself, prompts me to waive so impertinent a ceremonial. A reader of sense and taste never expects to find in the memoirs of a philosopher, or poet, the same species of entertainment, or information, which he would receive from those of a statesman or general: he expects, however, to be either informed or entertained; nor would he be disappointed, did the writer take care to dwell principally on such topics as characterize the man, and distinguish that peculiar part which he acted in the varied drama of society. But this rule, selfevidently right as it may seem, is seldom observed. B It was said, with almost as much truth as wit, of one of these writers, that, when he composed the Life of Lord Verulam, he forgot that he was a philosopher; and, therefore, it was to be feared, should he finish that of the Duke of Marlborough, he would forget that he was a general. I shall avoid a like fault. I will promise my I will promise my reader that he shall, in the following pages, seldom behold Mr. Gray in any other light than that of a scholar and a poet: and though I am more solicitous to shew that he was a virtuous, a friendly, and an amiable man, than either; yet this solicitude becomes unnecessary from the very papers which he has bequeathed me, and which I here arrange for the purpose: since in these the qualities of his head and heart so constantly appear together, and the fertility of his fancy so intimately unites with the sympathetic tenderness of his soul, that were it in my intention, I should find it impossible to disjoin them. His parents were reputable citizens of London. His grandfather a considerable merchant: but his father, Mr. Philip Gray, though he also followed business, was of an indolent and reserved temper; and therefore rather diminished than increased his paternal fortune. He had many children, of whom Thomas, the subject of these Memoirs, was the fifth born. All of them, except him, died in their infancy; and I have been told that he narrowly escaped suffocation, (owing to too great a fulness of blood which destroyed the rest) and would certainly have been cut off as early, had not his mother, with a courage remarkable for one of her sex, and withal so very tender a parent, ventured |