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 she arrived in France to see 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 still, Till you are dust like me. HE. Dear Shade! I will: Then mix this dust with thine-O spotless Ghost! NOTES. -He said, and died. Ver. 1. Yes, we have liv'd-] I know not why this Dialogue should be called an Epitaph. Dr. Johnson says, "it is contemptible, and should have been suppressed for the author's sake." I see no reason for this harsh sentence passed upon it. Ver. 9. Save my Country, Heav'n,] Alluding to the Bishop's frequent use and application of the expiring words of the famous NOTES. Father Paul, in his prayer for the state, "Esto perpetua." With what propriety 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 unjust encroachments of the Church. He was modest, 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, wisdom, and virtue. W. This severe sarcasm would certainly, if he had seen it, been highly displeasing to Pope, who retained for Atterbury the warmest affection and respect. But from the Letters of Atterbury, printed in three volumes, by Mr. Nicholls, and particularly from those in p. 148 to p. 168, it almost indisputably appears that the Bishop was engaged in a treasonable correspondence, and in the intrigues of the Pretender. XIV. ON EDMUND DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM, WHO DIED IN THE NINETEENTH YEAR OF HIS AGE, 1735. IF modest Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd, And ev'ry op'ning Virtue blooming round, Could save a Parent's justest Pride from fate, Or add one Patriot to a sinking state; This weeping marble had not ask'd thy Tear, Or sadly told, how many Hopes lie here! The living Virtue now had shone approv'd, The Senate heard him, and his Country lov'd. Yet softer 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. "THIS epitaph," says Johnson," is preferred by Dr. Warburton to the rest; but I know not for what reason. To crown with reflection, is surely a mode of speech approaching to nonsense. Opening virtues blooming round, is something like tautology; the six following lines are poor and prosaic." XV. FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY. HEROES and KINGS! your distance keep: In peace let one poor Poet sleep, Let Horace blush, and Virgil too. ANOTHER, ON THE SAME. UNDER this Marble, or under this Sill, Or under this Turf, or e'en what they will; Whatever an Heir, or a Friend in his stead, Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head, Lies one who ne'er car'd, and still cares not a pin What they said, or may say, of the mortal within; But, who living and dying, serene still and free, Trusts in GOD, that as well as he was, he shall be. Ver. 4. Let Horace] NOTES. "Whose verse adorn'd a tyrant's crimes; Who saw majestic Rome betray'd, And lent th' imperial ruffian aid." Akenside's Odes, p. 280. 4to. END OF THE SECOND VOLUME. Printed by J. F. Dove, St. John's Square. |