executors in the execution of their office, I do, as far as the law will permit me, hereby revoke and make void all fuch bequests or legacies as I had given to that person or perfons, and give it to be divided between my faid executors and refiduary legatees, whofe integrity and kindness I have so long experienced, and who can beft judge of my true intention and meaning. In witnefs whereof, I have hereunto fet my hand and feal this fecond day of July, 1770. THOMAS GRAY. Signed, fealed, published, and declared by the faid Thomas Gray, the teftator, as, and for, his laft will and teftament, in the prefence of us; who in his prefence, and at his request, and in the prefence of each other, have C 3 have figned our names as witneffes hereto, RICHARD BAKER, THOMAS WILSON, JOSEPH TURNEr. Proved at London the twelfth of August, 1771, before the Worshipful Andrew Coltre Ducarel, Doctor of Laws, and Surrogate, by the oaths of the Reverend William Mafon, Clerk, Master of Arts, and the Reverend James Browne, Clerk, Mafter of Arts, the executors; to whom administration was granted, having been first sworn duly to adminifter. THE TEARS OF F GENIUS. AN O D E. ΤΟ THE MEMORY OF MR. GRAY. (By J. T- •) ON N Cham's fair banks, where Learning's hallow'd fane Majestic rises on th' astonish'd fight, Where oft the mufe has led the favourite swain, And warm'd his foul with Heaven's infpiring light, Beneath the covert of the fylvan shade, Where deadly cypress, mix'd with mournful yew, Far o'er the vale a gloomy ftillness spread, Celestial Genius burft upon the view. The bloom of youth, the majesty of years, In her fair hand a filver harp fhe bore, Whofe magic notes, foft-warbling from the ftring, Give tranquil joys the breaft ne'er knew before, Hafte, ye fifter powers of fong, Haften from the fhady grove, Where the river rolls along, Where, indulging mirthful pleasures, Where your gently-flowing numbers, For For graver ftrains prepare the plaintive lyre, Rack'd by the hand of rude disease, The blissful mufe, whofe favouring smile In tranfport's radiant garments dreft, With darksome grandeur and enfeebl❜d blaze, Sinks in the fhades of night, and fhuns his eager gaze. The gaudy train, who wait on SPRING *, With cool regard their various arts employ, of joy. * Ode on SPRING. + Ode on the Profpect of ExON COLLEGE. Ha! |