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Flow'RETS of LITERATURE, from numerous Sources 442

Account of the Cossack Soldiery. Advantages of Russia

in the present Contest with France

453

Eccentricities of a Masquerade. Lathom's Human Beings 458

Abelard and Eloisa. Curiosities of Literature, 3d Edition 463

Moorland Mary. Panorama of Youth

468

The Monk and the Lover. Curties's Monk of Udolpho 469

The Country Magistrate. Dallas's Morland

474

A Collection of Bon Mots, Epitaphs, Witticisms, &c. &c. 48%

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OF THE

LITERARY CHARACTERS

WHOSE

PORTRAITS ARE GIVEN WITH THIS VOLUME.

BEILBY PORTEUS, D. D.

LORD BISHOP OF LONDON.

THE learned and upright subject of the present memoir is a native of Yorkshire, and was born in the year 1731. His father was a reputable tradesman, who at an early age sent his son to the Rippon grammar school under the Rev. Mr. Hyde. Having here received the necessary preparation, he was at the proper age sent to Cambridge, where he was entered a student of Christ's college, and where he commenced a close application to his studies, particularly to those of theology, for which he, from the earliest period, had felt a strong propensity, and in which he so con. spicuously shines.

In 1752, he took his degree of B. A. and in the same year obtained one of the medals given for the best classical essay, by the Duke of Newcastle, at that time chancellor of the university. His next advancement was in 1754, when he was appointed one of che esquire beadles of the university. This office he resigned in July 1755, and, in the same year, took his degree of master of arts. About the same period he was also elected fellow of his college, and was appointed one of the preachers at Whitehall chapel.

In the year 1759, he gained the Seatonian prize for the best composition on Death. This being the only poem of his that ever appeared in print, excepting'a few verses on the late king, the reader will, doubtless, be glad to meet with the following extract from it, which is the concluding prayer of the poet.

thy good time,
Let death approach ; I reck not---let him but come
In genuine form, not with thy vengeance arm'd,
Too much for man to bear. O rather lend
Thy kindly aid to mitigate his stroke,

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