XIII. On Dr. FRANCIS ATTERBURY, Bishop of Rochefter, Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732. [His only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to fee him.] DIALOGUE. SHE YES, we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part! May Heav'n, dear Father! now have all thy Heart. Yet ah! how once we lov'd, remember ftill, Till you are duft like me. HE Dear Shade! I will: Then mix this duft with thine-O fpotlefs Ghoft! -He said, and dy’d. • Alluding to the Bishop's frequent ufe and application of the expiring words of the famous Father PAUL, in his prayer for the ftate, 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 service of the State, against the unjuft incroachments of the Church. He was modeft, humble, and forgiving, candid, patient, and just; free from all prejudices of party, and all the projects of ambition; in a word, the happiest compound of Science, Wifdom, and Virtue. On XIV. On EDMUND, Duke of BUCKINGHAM, Who died in the Nineteenth Year of his Age, 1735 F modeft Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd, IF And ev'ry op'ning Virtue blooming round, XV. For One who would not be buried in WestminsterAbbey. HEROES and KINGS! your distance keep; Who never flatter'd Folks like you: Another, on the fame. UNDER this Marble, or under this Sill, Or under this Turf, or e'en what they will; Or any good creature fhall lay o'er my head, MEMOIRS |