On the application of the term "disinterested" to Archbishop Moore's conduct, in communicating to his pupil, the Duke of Marlborough, the advances of the Duchess Dowager, her note is : Disinterested is not quite the word to use. He served his interest in preferring the Duke's power to a connection with the Duchess, who had only her life income to bestow, and a faded person possessing no attractions. "There were a number of Members who regularly received from him (Pelham's Secretary of the Treasury) their payment or stipend at the end of every session in bank-notes." Wraxall. Note. I am sorry to read these things of Mr. Pelham, whom everybody loved, and Garrick praised so sweetly, saying: "Let others hail the rising sun, I bow to that whose course is run, Which sets in endless night; Whose rays benignant blessed our Isle, "See as you pass the crowded street, You hear in every broken sigh, This Ode, from whence I have selected two stanzas, not the best, and a comical thing called "The News Writers' Petition," that came out a very little while before, give one the impression of his having been a very honest man. I am quite sorry Wraxall's book tends so much to destroy that impression. Pelham's death was curious, and he thought so; for it was his favorite maxim in politics, never to stir an evil which lies quiet, “And now," said he, upon his deathbed to his doctor, “I die for having acted in contradiction to my own good rule, taking unnecessary medicines for a stone which lay still enough in my bladder, and might perhaps never have given me serious injury.” But so it is, that though death certainly does strike the dart, it is often vice or folly poisons it, - with regard to this world or the world to come. MISCELLANIES OR ORIGINAL COMPOSITIONS IN PROSE AND VERSE.* THE THREE WARNINGS. A TALE. THE tree of deepest root is found This greatest affection to believe, When sports went round, and all were gay, * Under this head I have printed only those which were found detached. The majority of her fugitive pieces and occasional verses are contained in the Letters. And left to live a little longer. His hour-glass trembled while he spoke, In hopes you'll have no more to say And smoked his pipe, and stroked his horse, He chaffered then, he bought, he sold, Nor once perceived his growing old, Nor thought of Death as near; His friends not false, his wife no shrew, He passed his hours in peace; But while he viewed his wealth increase, While thus along life's dusty road The beaten track content he trod, Brought him on his eightieth year. Th' unwelcome messenger of fate |