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parties in particular, he either acted or wrote from any other principle than personal views or attachments, motives that have actuated political partizans from the days of Sallust to the present. Bonum publUum Jic certabat. Mr. White-head, indeed, was generally supposed to be what they call a rank Tory, with a strong tincture of the Jacobite, for which supposition he gave no little reason. Among other frequent sneers at the royal house of Hanover, he has the following, in a note to a passage in one of his poems, celebrating the rowingmatch for the prize given by Dogget to be annually cqntested for on the first of August: ■« As among *' the ancients, games and /porn *' were celebrated on mournful as "well as joyful events, there has •* been some controversy, whether f* our loyal comedian meant the ** compliment to the setting or ** rising monarch of ibat day; but, •' as the plate has a hor/i for its "device, I am induced to impute ** it to the latter: and, doubtless, «* he prudently considered, that, ** as a living Jog is better than a *' dead lion, the living borst had, *' at least, an equal title to the "fame preference."

From so gross a sneer might be inferred a rooted dislike to the reigning family on the throne, and a grounded partiality to the line of Stuarts; but if we pay any regard to the warmth with which this writer breathes the spirit of independence, the enthusiasm with which he speaks of public virtue, and the severity with which he lashes private vice, we may justly call in question his having any attachment to a race of tyrants from principle.

I cannot truckle to a slave in slue. Anil praise a blockhead's wit, because he'\

great j Down, down, ye hungry garetteen, descend, Call Wtlftlt Burkigb, call him Sritane'i

friend; Behold the genial ray of gold appear, And roose the swarms of Gruk-jirert and

Rag-Fair. See with what zeal yon tiny insect hum;. And follows Queens from palaces to urns: Tho* cruel Death has clos'd the royal ear, The flattering fly still buzzes round the

bier: But what avails, since' Queens no longer

live? Why, Kings can read, and Kings, you

know, may give. A Mitre may repay his heav'nly crown; And while he decks her brow, adorn hit

own. Let Laureat Cibber birth-day sonnets sing, Or Fanny crawl, an eat-wig on the King; While one is Toid of wit, and one of grace, Why would 1 envy either font or place? I could not flatter, the rich butt to gain, Nor sink a (lave, to rife Vice-Crramrscrlain, Perish my verse, whene'er one venal line Bcdaubo a Duke, or makes a King divine!

Makniks. A Satin.

'Again, in his Honour, a Satire;

Great in her laurcl'd Sages Athem See; Free flow'd her satire while her sons were

v free: Then purpled guilt was dragg'd to public

shame, And each offence stood flagrant with a

name; Polluted ermine no respect could win, No hallow'd lawn could sanctify a sin; 'Till tyrant power usurp'd a lawless ruk: Then sacred grew the titled knave and

fool; [song,

Then penal statutes aw'd the poignant And slaves were taught that Kir.gi <mU dt

no wrong. [king,

Guile still is guilt, to me, in slave cr Fetter'd in cells, or garter'd in the ring i And yet behold how various the reward. Wild falls a felon, Watftlt mouses a

lord. The Iilt/t knave the law's last tribute pays. While crowns around the ptti oac'i chi

riot blue.

Blase,

Blue, meteors, blaze! to me is still the

fame, The cart of Justice and the coach of

Shame. Say, what's Nobility, ye gilded train 1 Poes Nature give it, or can guilt sustain f Blooms "the torn) fairer, if the birth be

high; Or takes the vital stream a richer dye? What! tho' a loTig patrician line yc claim, Are noble souls entail'd upon a name? Arjia may ermine out the lordly earth, Virtue's the herald that proclaims its

worth. Vice levels all, however high or low, And all the difference but consists in

(how, Who ask* an alms, or supplicates a place, Alike is bejjir, tho' in rags or lace: Alike his country's scandal and its curse, Who vends a vote, or who purloins a » purse;

Thy gamblers, Bridewell, and St. J—t't

bites, The rooks of MsrJingim's, and /harks at

fmu'u

The troth, perhaps, is, that the party Mr. Whitebead first embraced, and to which he afterwards consistently enough adhered, was as much an object of accident as choice. His disposition, indeed, appears to have had an original tarn to sarcasm and satire; but to this may be added, that he came into life at a time when the reputation and success of Mr. Pope, had raised the character of a satirist much beyond its true standard. Mr. Pope, therefore, was chosen as the model, of which our author

tloried in the imitation. It must e confessed, however, that he followed his adopted guide baudpnssibm tequit; at least in his poetical career, and the success attending it; of which, he pathetically complains:

Tope writes unhurt—but know, 'tis disf'rent quite To beard the Lion, and to crusts the Mite;

Safe may he daih the Statesman in each

line, i

Those dread his satire, who dare punish

mine,

Manners. A Satin.

The great, and particularly courtiers, are always the object of the sprited satirist: hence, as the people then in power were Whigs, our enterprising bard of course took the side of the Tories.—Hence also his terrible aversion at that time to courts and drawing rooms.

Well—of all plagues which make mankind their sport, Cuard me, ye Heavens! from that worst

plague-va court, Midst the mad mansions of htn'felit I'd

be A straw-crown'd monarch, in mock majesty » Rather than sov'reign rule Britannia's fate, Curs'd with the follies and the farce of

state. Rather in Nnvjttcwalh, O let me dwell A doleful tenant of the darkling cell, Than swell in palaces the mighty store Of Fortune's fools and parasites or'pmv'r. Than crowns, ye Gods! be any state my

doom; Or any dungeon, but—a drawing room;

Maknz&s. yl ij.'hr.

What a horrid antipathy, one would think, the author of the above lines must have to courts and courtiers 1 And yet when the patrons, to whom a congeniality of sentiment had recommended him, had by a similar congeniality recommended themselves to royal patronage, it was not found that either the secondary patron or the poet entertained any such antipathy to courts or courtiers any longer.

Sir Francis Dalhwood, now lord Le Despencer, was Mr. Whitehead's patron, and, when he rose

to to power himself', did not ungratefully neglect the merit or interest of his dependent friend. His lordship, however, was but a short time in so elevated a station in government as to

■ swell the store

Of Fortune's fools and parasites of power.

Not that we would insinuate honest Paul to have been either the fool of fortune or the parasite of power. Jt might happen to him, with fortune, as FalstafF fays of Worcester's unsought rebellion, " It lay in his way, and he found it." Like a slirewd game-keeper, therefore, he dropped without reluctance the ostentatious badge of •ffice, to take up, like the snug poacher, with the silent emoluments of a sinecure •.

Thus provided against the reverses of fortune, he retired, to spend the evening of his days, to an agreeable and convenient retreat on Twickenham Common; where he frequently entertained his friends with that species of humour which was peculiar to him, and a conviviality of disposition, for which his company was ever agreeable to his acquaintance f.

The ease, if not affluence, of his circumstances in this situation, is thus poetically depicted by himself, in his epistle to Dr. Thompson:

E'er wants my table the health-ckarinj

meal, With Ban/lead mutton crown'd, or tfia

veal? Smokes not from Linc.ln meads the stately

loin, Or rosy gammon of Hantoman swine? From Dorking* roosts the feather'd victim

bleed, And Thames still wafts me Ocean's fair

breed. Tho' GaUia's vines.their costly juice itoj. Still Tajo's banks the jocund glass supply; Still distAit worlds nectareous trealora

roll, And either India sparkles 'in my bowl; Or Devon's boughs, or Dorjd'% be^rdrJ

fields, To Britain's arms a Bririjh beverage yield*.

Nor do the pleasures of the table and exhilarating conveniences of good cheer appear to have been superior to the complacency and tranquillity of mind with which Mr. Whitehead spent the latter part of his days; as he has described it at the close os the som» epistle, in a translation of the conclusion of Dr. King's Apology, which he poetically applies to himself:

My ease and freedom, if for anght I

vend, Would not you cry? To Biedlam, Beta.

friend 1 But to speak out:—(hall what co*U ne'er

'engage My frailer youth, now captivate m age f What cares can vex, what tenors rrigb»

ful be. To him whose shield is hoary sixty.thrtti

• When Lord Le Despencer came into office with Lord Bute** parry, he pr»enred a patent place of Bool, a year for his favourite bard, which he enjoyed to h;s death. •

+ Mr. Whitehead was a facetious companion, and poflcslVd the epithet* of ingenious and ingenuous to their utmost exttrtt. He belonged for some years <h that jovial allocation of Choice spirits denominated the Beef-steak Chib, held in Covent-Garden Theatre, and consisting of an heterogeneous mixture ef Peers, Poets, and Players.

'WtK»

When life itself so little worth appears, ceptable a present as that- of the

That ministers can give no hopes, or leart 0f an honlji Mm

Altho" grmvn grey within my humble The following account of this

ga,(.) ceremonial appeared in a letter

I ne'er kiss'd hands, nor trod the rooms of printed in the Whitehall E<venijtg

state; Pest of Aug. 10, Yet not unhonour'd have I liv'd, and blest

With rich convenience, careless of the "Dear Sir,

What boon'more grateful can the gods be- "} was ■ '"«!« disappointed in.

stow not having the pleasure to see you

On those, avow'd, their favourite sons be- at Weil Wycomb on Wednesday,

luw* when the heart of Paul Whitehead,

Esq; was deposited in the Mauso

From the above quotations the leum. I will therefore attempt to

reader may fee, that Mr. White- give you a description of it:

head possessed a manly strength of "There was a numerous ap.

expression, and a flowing vein of pearance of ladies and gentlemen

poetry. So little tenacious, how- assembled upon this occasion. The

ever, was he of literary reputation, country people came from various

that he could never be prevailed on quarters, big with the expectation*

to collect and publish his produc- of the grandeur and solemnity of

tions *; altho' such a circumstance this unusual sight: and, is you will

could not fail of being acceptable rely upon my imperfect judgment.

to the public; who may hope ne- I think it equalled and exceeded

vertheless to see a collection of them, if we are rightly informed,by an ingenious gentleman who is favoured with the approbation and communications of all his friends and relations.

Mr. Whitehead departed this life on the 30th of December 1774, at

all the ideas which had been framed, of it. ,

*' The day was very fine, and all nature seemed to approve the honour which was shewn to the memory of the deceased. The procession began at half past eleven. It consisted of a company of the

the age of sixty-four, bestowing Buckinghamshire militia with their

among other bequests the very sin- officers; lord Despencer at their

gular one of his heart on his noble head, as lord-lieutenant of the

friend and patron, lord Le Despen- county; the officers jn their regi

cer, who deposited it in a solemn mentals, with crape round their

manner, on the 16th of August of left arm; seven vocal performer*

this year, in a Mausoleum erected habited as a choir, in surplices, at

for that purpose, in his garden at tended with rises, flutes, horns

High Wycomb in Buckingham- and a drum covered with crape.

shire, as a monument due to so ac- A certain spot, adjacent to the

• The principal are, Manners, a Satire; the State Dunces, a Satire; Honour, a Satire j the Gymnasiad, or Boxing Match, a mock-heroic Poem; and an epistle to Dr. Thompson. His lesser pieces both in prose and verse are

numerous He employed three days before he died in burning his maniucript

•works.

house,

house, was marked out for the persons engaged in the procession. Here they assembled. The proceflion began with the soldiers, Sec. (as above-mentioned) marching round the (pot three several times, the choir singing select pieces of music suitable to the occasion, and accompanied with fifes, flutes, horns, and drums, conducted by Mr. Atterbuiy and Mr. Mulso. This being done, fix grenadiers went into the grand hall of his lordship's house, and brought out the very elegant urn incurious and variegated marble, which contained the heart.

** The epitaph upon the urn was as follows:

Paul Whitehiad, Esq;
of Twickenham,
Ohiit December 30, 1774.
Unhallowed hands, this Urn forbear;

No gems, nor orient spoil,
Jje hcjre conceal'd—but, what's more rare,
A Heart that knows no guile!

"On one side of the urn was a medallion of white marble, of elegant workmanship, with the sollowing curious device: three several figures, highly finished, appeared in the medallion. 1 could not learn the history of the first of them. The second was the image ef Æsculapius, the god of physic, attending the deceased in his last illness—but in vain. The third represented the deceased at his departure—pourtrayed by the foul leaving the body, and ascending into the air. This seems to allude to the Pythagorean notion of the soul ascending into the air, and hovering in it for some time round the body of the deceased.

"The urn was carried on a bier, supported by six grenadiers; who were attended by six more, who walked as a corps de reserve to re

lieve the others. The urn thus carried en the bier, was preceded by a part of the soldiers, by the vocal and instrumental performers, and by the Rev. Mr. Powell, curate of High Wycomb; and it was followed by lord Despencer, walking alone; by the officers of the militia, two and two; and the procession was closed by a number of private men in the militia.

"The procession, thus formed and conducted, passed in the soli solemn manner from the house through the gardens, up the bill to the Mausoleum; the music, vocal and instrumental, accompanying it almost all the time. I have read of Elysian fields, but never had any tolerable idea of them before this day, uhen the solemnity of the procession through the groves, and the pleasing effect of the mu£c upon this occasion, gave a degree of probability to the description I have read of them. Near two hours passed in marching from the house to the Mausoleum. Being arrived here, a procession was made round the inside of the Mausoleum three several times, with the music accompanying it. At length arrived the time for depositing the urn in one of the niches. Immediately before this, the following incantation, set to music by Dr. Arnold, was fung, as follows;

From earth to heaven Whitehead's foul is

fled! Immortal glories beam around his head! This Muse, concording with the soundin?

strings, Gives Angels words to praise the Kins, ef

Kings.

"The urn was then placed on a very elegant pedestal of white marble. After this, the soldiers fired a triple salute with great exactness and precision. The whole proceiuoo

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