XI.

On Mr. GAY,

In Westminster-Abbey, 1732.

F Manners gentle, of Affections mild;

OF

In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child :
With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage,
Form'd to delight at once and lash the age:
Above Temptation, in a low Eftate,
And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great:
A fafe Companion, and an eafy Friend,
Unblam'd thro' Life, lamented in thy End.
Thefe are Thy Honours! not that here thy Buft
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy duft;
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,
Striking their pensive bofoms-Here lies GAY.

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VER. 12. Here lies Gay.] i. e. in the hearts of the good and worthy.-Mr. Pope told me his conceit in this line was not generally understood. For by peculiar i luck, the formulary expreffion, which makes the beauty, misleads the reader into a fenfe which takes it quite away.

XII.

Intended for Sir ISAAC NEWTON,

In Westminster-Abbey.

ISAACUS NEWTONUS:

Quem Immortalem

Teftantur Tempus, Natura, Calum:

Mortalem

Hoc marmor fatetur.

Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night: GOD faid, Let Newton be! and all was Light.

XIII.

On Dr. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,

Bishop of Rochester.

Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732.

[His only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after fhe arrived in France to fee him.]

DIALOGUE.

SHE.

ES, we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part!

YES,

May Heav'n, dear Father! now have all thy Heart. Yet ah! how once we lov'd, remember ftill,

Till you are dust like me.

H E.

Dear Shade! I will:

Then mix this duft with thine-O fpotless Ghost! O more than Fortune, Friends, or Country loft!

Is there on Earth one care, one wish befide?
Yes-SAVE MY COUNTRY, HEAV'N,

-He faid, and dy'd.

Save my Country, Heav'n] Alluding to the Bishop's frequent ufe and application of the expiring words of the famous Father PAUL, in his prayer for the state, ESTO PERPETUA. With how good a grace the Bishop applied it at his trial, and is here made to refer to it in his last moments, they will understand who know what conformity there was in the lives of the Prelate and the Monk. The character of our countryman is well known. And that of the Father may be told in very few words. He was profoundly skilled in all divine and human learning: He employed his whole life in the fervice of the State, against the unjust incroachments of the Church. He was modeft, humble, and forgiving, candid, patient, and juft; free from all prejudices of party, and all the projects of ambition; in a word, the happiest compound of Science, Wisdom, and Virtue,

XIV.

On EDMUND D. of BUCKINGHAM,

Who died in the Nineteenth Year of his Age, 17.5.

F modeft Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd,

I and ev'ry op'ning Virtue blooming round,

Could fave a Parent's jufteft Pride from fate,
Or add one Patriot to a finking state :
This weeping marble had not ask'd thy Tear,
Or fadly told, how many hopes lie here!
The living Virtue now had shone approv❜d,
The Senate heard him, and his Country lov'd.
Yet fofter Honours, and less noisy Fame
Attend the shade of gentle BUCKINGHAM:
In whom a Race, for Courage fam'd and Art,
Ends in the milder Merit of the Heart;
And Chiefs or Sages long to Britain giv'n
Pays the last Tribute of a Saint to Heav'n.